First Comes Revenge Read Online Penelope Bloom

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“Just terrible,” she breathes.

I lift a finger, beckoning her to stand.

I love how she does as I ask without hesitation. She stands, turns to face me, and waits, like my little sex puppet.

I move closer. Usually, I have trouble getting off if I don’t play the game of submission and domination. Something about the power is attractive to me.

But tonight?

Tonight I don’t want games. I just want Charli. Maybe I’ve only needed the games in the past because the women weren’t enough for me.

But Charli is enough. Just Charli. Just her body and her mind.

“I have a request,” I say. I pull her into my arms, chin resting on the top of her head.

“Okay.”

“I want to admit that I’d like to fuck you. Not for practice. Not for some convoluted excuse of a revenge plot. I just want you because I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t make myself believe anything matters more to me right now than the moments we’re together. That this isn’t what it’s all about.”

I can feel her breathing come faster. “I… I want this, too.”

Relief pours through me. I didn’t know how much I wanted to hear her say it without any pretense or qualifications until the words came out of her mouth. I squeeze her tighter. “Come on. No games tonight. Just us, okay?”

She pulls back a little, looking up. I wonder if she’ll seem disappointed, because the way she responded to our first time together told me she was enjoying it. She looks excited, though. She nods quickly. “Okay.”

We crawl into bed together and she slides up to me.

I kiss her slowly, taking my time. I run one hand along the curve of her waist and hips, forcing myself not to rush. I’ve wanted my hands on this body of hers all night. I’ve wanted to feel the swell of her ass and squeeze. I’ve wanted to pull her body against mine and feel the hardness of my cock pinned between us. I’ve craved the friction of her sex against me and the heat of her breath on my neck.

I’ve wanted Charli McBride to be completely and totally mine, and the moment is here. I plan to enjoy it.

My hand eventually finds its way between her legs, rubbing through the fabric of her costume. She moans, arching against me. “Oh, God,” she gasps.

I try to push the costume aside to get inside her with my fingers, but it’s too tight. I struggle one-handedly while kissing her for a few seconds, then we both laugh at my failed attempts. She sits up for me and pulls the costume down, releasing her breasts.

I put my mouth on them while she tries to wiggle out of the costume. “Do you plan to help, or are you busy?” she asks.

I grin, taking my mouth away from her hardened nipples. I push her to her back and tug the thing off her. It really is tight, because she comes with it when I tug, sliding down the bed.

I have to practically peel her out of the costume, which involves a whole lot of my hands on her body and the gradual reward of more and more bare skin.

I finally get it off, strip away the fishnets, and she’s completely naked. I start working on my own costume as I admire her form lying on my bed, but she sits up.

“Let me,” she says, eyes gleaming with excitement.

I nod, watching as she crawls toward me, the shape of her ass inviting and absolutely perfect from this angle. I want to take her hips and plunge into her, but I also want to soak in these moments. I stand still, letting her small hands work at my ringmaster jacket, the buttons on my shirt, and then my belt. I alternate my attention between her perfect body and the hunger in her eyes as she works at getting me undressed.

She laughs when she pulls down my underwear and my cock springs free, nearly slapping her in the face.

I chuckle. It feels good. This isn’t the kind of sex we had last time. It’s not scripted, like some well practiced routine. It’s not the perfectly crafted orgasm generating experience. It’s real. It’s natural. It’s a little awkward, a little fun, and not like anything I’ve ever shared with a woman before.

I crawl back on the bed, pushing her until her head is on the pillows and she’s lying down for me. I kiss my way down her body, taking a significant detour at her chest as I enjoy her with my hands and my mouth. I love the way she squirms beneath me and how her legs are not so sneakily brushing against my length as she moves, like she can’t stop herself from trying to feel me.

She gasps a little when I kiss down from her breasts and toward her belly because she can probably guess what I’m planning to do.

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