7

CHARMANE

Blaine’s tongue drags through my wet folds, and I gasp. My swollen bud is still super sensitive from the first intense orgasm. I’m not sure I can handle a second one so quickly after the first, but dammit, I’m helpless to stop that wondrous mouth.

I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a night, and most of those, I’ve given myself.

I’ve certainly never used a cock as a plaything.

Fuck, that was hot.

Blaine sweeps his tongue flat against my cunt, up and down. My hips buck, and he places a hand over my stomach to hold me down. His devious laugh vibrates against me, sending shivers of delight all throughout my body.

Despite my determination never to give in to Blaine Stark, I’ve had plenty of forbidden fantasies with him between my legs like this, feasting on my pussy. But never in a million years did I realize it would feel this good in reality. Although I already know there’ll never be another for me, he’s certainly ruined me for any other man.

He sucks my button, his teeth lightly scraping. “Oh my—fuck!” In this moment, with sensations I’ve never experienced overloading me, I can’t believe I ever turned Blaine’s advances down.

His tongue presses into my slit, and I gasp. “That’s—wow—oohh!” He fucks me with his tongue, alternating between dragging his mouth through my folds, mercilessly teasing my clit with his flicking tongue, and plunging his tongue into my channel. When my hand ended up tangled in his hair, pressing his face harder between my legs, I don’t know.

All I do know is that the combined magic of his tongue and that beard rubbing between my legs drives me wild. His beard doesn’t scrape. It’s soft, intensifying the already insanely pleasureful sensations I’m experiencing. “Please don’t ever stop!” I beg as I feel my next orgasm building.

I’m certain it’s impossible to feel anything more powerful than the one I had earlier, but I quickly learn I’m wrong. I cry out, louder this time, pressing his face so hard into my pussy that I might suffocate him. His tongue goes wild right up until I explode. I come apart in waves, my entire body shuddering. My fingers tingle. My toes curl and dig into the edge of the mattress.

When Blaine lifts his face, locking his gaze with mine, my heart feels full. The feeling terrifies me because emotions were not supposed to be involved in this benefits-only arrangement. Stupid feelings.

“I don’t have a condom,” Blaine says.

“You’re lying.” The nervous laugh is not helping to hide the growing concern that I’m developing real feelings for this playboy. “No way you didn’t bring one with you. Not you of all people.”

“I swear, I didn’t. You’re welcome to search through my stuff.” He moves until we’re both lying on our sides, facing each other. His fingertips tease my sensitive nipples. My gaze keeps dropping to his throbbing cock. If I wasn’t so desperately in need of feeling him inside me, I might worry he’d split me in half with that thing.

“I’m clean,” I say, wondering if the same is true about him. Though maybe it’s too late since I used him as a pussy toy earlier. I hate that jealousy pierces me right in the chest, thinking about all the women he’s no doubt been with. “On the pill.”

Blaine tucks my hair behind my ear, pushing the strands that dangle over my boobs behind my shoulder. “You might find this hard to believe, but I haven’t slept with a woman since I moved to Three Rivers.”

“Bullshit,” I say, unable to contain my loud outburst.

“It’s true.”

“That’s not what everyone else says.”

“You believe everything you hear?” His fingertips trace a soft line over my hip. Dammit if his touch, however light, doesn’t make me immediately horny. My legs are still limp and wobbly, but dammit, I need him.

“I hear it a lot.” My words are weakening, as is my resolve.

“I’m clean, Charmane. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you’re only giving me this snowstorm, I’d love nothing more than to come inside you.” His words cause tingles to flood my body. “I want to claim you.”

“Claim me?” I raise a playful eyebrow at him, expecting him to laugh. Or mischievousness to dance in his eyes. But his serious expression doesn’t falter. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I want you to be mine, Charmane. Only mine.”

“You probably say that to all your dates.”

“I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers gently tease my swollen bud. I shift my hips, offering better access to my pussy. Being only his isn’t a problem. I don’t make a habit of sleeping with anyone. This is an exception I’ll never make again for anyone. If only he could be only mine in return. If only I could believe him if he spoke those words…

“I’ll pull out if that’s what you want.”

A sensible person in my position would say yes to that offer. But my brain has turned to mush and is apparently being guided by lust. “I want you to come inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

I reach between us, fisting his cock. “Yes.” Draping a leg over both of his, I guide him to my slit. As he pushes in, I wrap my hand around the back of his head, holding on. His large hand grabs my bottom, using his grip to control the motion as he slides deeper with each gentle thrust.

Blaine’s lips find mine, his kiss deepening emotions I’m trying so hard not to feel.

Bodies tangled together, he rolls on top of me and plunges even deeper until I can feel his balls against me. The urgency between us intensifies in a heartbeat. “Harder,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

We’re wrapped in each other as Blaine does what I ask. He pummels into me to satisfy the building urgency. The bed squeaks. My nails rake across his shoulders. My loudest moans are swallowed by his greedy mouth.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes as the most intense, euphoric sensation I’ve ever experienced rocks hard throughout my body. I feel Blaine still inside me, filling me. Claiming me, just like he promised.

The tangle of arms and legs and lips, Blaine’s cock pulsing inside me, my toes tingle…it’s all perfection. For a single moment, I let myself wish for more. For forever. With my walls down, the truth I’ve been fighting for months escapes. I love Blaine Stark. I think I always will.