I was horny as fuck and in need of an icy shower, but I still chuckled at my sinful little game.
The read receipt popped up, and I smirked as I dropped my phone onto the bed beside me. I was willing my painful cock to soften just the tiniest amount so I could hobble to the shower when I heard the ping of another message. Very few people had the number for this cell phone, and at this time of night, it was usually my brother. I loved him, but his timing was shit. Sighing, I lifted the device and was shocked to see Charlotte's name.
My cock jumped. “Down boy,” I ordered. Not that it listened. Swiping the screen to open the message, I read it twice before I howled with laughter.
My woman: That was just mean.
I tossed my phone on the nightstand before gingerly making my way out of the bed and into the bathroom for an ice-cold shower. Then I returned to my empty bed, wishing as I did every night that she was with me.
It was a couple of hours before I drifted to sleep.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” I licked around Charlotte’s little bud and worked two fingers in and out of her pussy. Fuck, she was tight. It had taken work to get in the second digit, but I had to stretch her so she wouldn't be in so much pain when I popped her cherry. “I need you to come, Charlotte,” I commanded. I sucked hard on her clit, and she screamed as her orgasm barreled through her.
Motherfucker. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life. My cock twitched and the tip oozed with come, so ready to be buried deep inside my girl.
I glided up her slick, naked body and took her mouth in a deep kiss. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Charlotte.”
“You’re not terrible to look at either,” she teased through choppy breaths.
Her tits were bouncing with each pant, and I smirked wickedly as I tweaked a nipple hard in retribution. “Ouch!” she yipped, then she moaned when I licked it soothingly. “You have the sexiest tits, baby,” I murmured as I admired them. “But I can’t wait to see them grow big when you’re carrying my baby.” I licked my lips as I imagined sweet liquid beading on the tip. “I’m gonna feast from them when you’re dripping with milk. Fuck,” I groaned. “That makes me so damn hard.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I went up onto my knees and tenderly spread her legs apart, admiring her bare, wet pussy. I loved being able to see how drenched she was, how pink and swollen, how needy. “You looked like you’re ready for my fat cock,” I grunted. That wasn’t a euphemism. My girth was well above average, which was why I’d been so concerned about preparing her.
Charlotte squirmed and nodded rapidly. “Please, Rhett. I need you so much.”
I put just the tip in her tight channel and bent over to kiss her. “I love you,” I whispered.
My girl beamed at me and cupped my face in her hands. “I love you, too.”
Slowly, I began to push in, stopping whenever it seemed she’d been stretched too far and I needed to let her adjust. When I reached her hymen, I paused and gazed down at her face. “Are you ready to be mine?”
Charlotte smiled and nodded.
“Once I pop this sweet little cherry, I own you. Is that clear? No one else touches what’s mine.” The truth was, we’d already passed that point. I would never let her go, but taking her virginity and knocking her up would help seal the deal.
I pushed past the barrier and swallowed her cry of pain with a soul-deep kiss. It wasn’t long before she squirmed experimentally, and I growled, “Move like that again, and you’re gonna push me past the point of no return, baby.”
Her answer was to wiggle a little more, and I lost my damn mind.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned. I wasn’t even all the way in, and already I was fighting back my orgasm from the way her walls were clamped around me. With one last deep thrust, I bottomed out, all ten inches sheathed in her iron grip. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to pull out.
I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Relax, baby.”
She tensed for another moment, then her muscles loosened enough for me to withdraw and drive back in. “Fuck!” I bellowed just as Charlotte cried out in ecstasy.
“More,” she begged.
I started a gentle pace, but as her pussy squeezed me tighter and her nails dug into the flesh of my ass as she clutched my cheeks, I couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Charlotte! Yeah, baby, milk my cock. Fuck!”
“Yes! Oh, Rhett! Don’t stop!”
Grunting from the effort, I pounded in and out of her, knocking the bed into the wall with every thrust. A tingle started at the base of my spine, and my balls were heavy.
“You’re unprotected, right, baby?” I clarified. Charlotte’s head was thrown back, crying out with every drive of my cock into her channel.
“Uh-huh,” she rasped before shouting, “Rhett! Oh, yes! Yes!”
It was all I could take, and my climax slammed into me just as Charlotte screamed and broke apart.
My dick exploded, and seemingly endless jets of come sprayed deep in her womb.
“Fuck, Charlotte! Oh, fuck!”
My eyes flew open as I called her name, and my cock spilled all over my stomach. Shit. My heart was racing, my breath coming in rough pants, and I felt completely drained.
I was used to dirty dreams about my girl, but nothing had ever felt like this. It must have been texting with Charlotte earlier. My brain turned as I stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm down.
If sex with Charlotte was like that in a dream, the real
