Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
My cock hard and straining and my heart racing, I pick up Charlotte by her bare ass and sit down with her on the edge of the bed. She doesn’t hesitate. With animalistic passion, Charlotte slams herself down onto my cock, all the damned way, and begins riding me like she’s a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull at a honkytonk.
As Charlotte gyrates rhythmically on top of me, I devour her lips and grope her ass. And it doesn’t take long before we’re both absolutely frenzied. The energy between us is so explosive, in fact, so intense and all-consuming, I feel perilously close to blacking out with pleasure.
When Charlotte begins making telltale sounds—the ones that signal she’s close—I slide a fingertip into her ass crack and apply gentle pressure to her anus. At this latest stimulation, she moans and groans and moves on top of me, even more feverishly, but she doesn’t come. She needs more.
I nibble at her neck and jawline. I press my lips against her ear and tell her she’s a drug and I’m an addict. That sex has never felt this fucking incredible. I tell her she’s hot. Sexy. Beautiful. Perfect. The hottest woman alive. And after only a few minutes, she’s positively feral.
While I’m balls-deep inside her, Charlotte throws her head back, groans loudly, and unleashes a kind of bliss on both of us that’s got to be leagues better than any drug the “Just Say No” folks warned us about as kids. As Charlotte’s innermost muscles ripple forcefully against my cock inside her, I’m catapulted to another dimension. Hurtling through space. She’s coming. I’m coming. And the result is a euphoria, the likes of which I’ve never experienced—a moment of white-hot, sublime pleasure that’s unrivaled by anything I’ve felt before. Forevermore, every time I have sex with any subsequent partner, this feeling right here will be the “white whale” I’ll be chasing across proverbial oceans. Sadly, however, I already know nobody and nothing will ever compare to this, because nobody will ever compare to Charlotte McDougal. She’s the best I’ll ever have. The hottest woman alive. And I’m in love with her.
Fuck.
The realization makes me shudder again, one last time, even as my orgasm winds down.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m in love with her.
I’m not falling for Charlotte.
I’m not en route.
I’ve arrived.
I’m at my destination.
I love her.
With all my fucking heart.
As I ponder that inconvenient truth—that predicament, since I know Charlotte doesn’t feel the same way about me—she wraps her thighs around me and bursts into tears. Worried, I lean my head back and take her face in my palms.
“Are you hurt?” I’m awfully deep inside her, and I’m well aware my dick is much bigger than average. A lot for anyone to take, but especially someone of Charlotte’s size, and especially when the sex was that energetic and unleashed.
The second I see Charlotte’s face, however, even before she speaks, I exhale in relief. She’s not crying tears of pain. She’s not even crying, really. She’s euphoric, and her body has released in more ways than one.
“That was . . . incredible,” she gasps out. “You know when you see people flopping around on the floor at a Baptist Revival? It was like that, only the sexual version of it. Oh my god, Auggie.”
Maybe Charlotte simply meant to allude to the physical flopping that overtakes a person who’s feeling enraptured; but I feel like that comment hits the nail on the head for me regarding how spiritual that felt. How supernatural. If I speak, it’s fifty-fifty I’ll confess, “I love you, Charlotte. I’m in love with you.” So, rather than speaking, I kiss Charlotte’s swollen mouth passionately in reply, and she returns my kiss with equal fervor.
When I finally feel capable of speaking without blurting something I’ll surely regret, I pull back from Charlotte’s lips and say, “I’ll never forget this day with you, as long as I live.” I leave it at that. We’re about to spend the week together in this beautiful house, with nothing to do but fuck and make shows and hang out with Rudy and Lucky. So, I’m sure there will be several more unforgettable days and nights to add to this one. But for now, this day has to be logged as literally the best of my life.
Charlotte swipes her fingertips through my sweaty hair. “Logically, it was pretty stupid of us to take the entire day off from shows, huh? We probably shouldn’t have done that, in the name of getting to our goal as quickly as possible.”
“We had time to burn. And don’t worry, now that I’m on spring break, we’ll make up the time, if needed.”
She snickers. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I can have six orgasms per day, every day, for the next five days.”