Chapter 1: The Party's Aftermath
The bass still pulsed in my veins as Charlotte and I stumbled through our front door, the remnants of the party clinging to us like a second skin. Her dress, a deep crimson that hugged every curve of her body, shimmered under the dim hallway light, accentuating her massive, breathtaking tits. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and she knew it. Her smirk was sharp, daring, as she kicked off her heels with a clatter.
“Enjoyed the view tonight, Matt?” she teased, her voice dripping with challenge as she sauntered closer, hips swaying like a predator on the hunt. “I saw you watching me dance. You looked like a starving man at a buffet.”
I grinned, loosening my tie with a flick of my wrist. “Can you blame me? You’re a fucking feast, babe. Every guy there was drooling over you.”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my cock. “Good. Let them drool. But you’re the only one who gets to taste.” She pressed herself against me, her hands sliding up my chest, nails grazing just hard enough to make me hiss. Her lips hovered over mine, teasing, before she whispered, “Let’s take this upstairs. I’m not done with you yet.”
We barely made it to the bedroom, clothes shedding like leaves in a storm. I was already hard as hell, my pulse hammering as she shoved me onto the bed with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Stay there,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Not that I’d dream of disobeying. Charlotte on a mission was a force of nature.
She dropped to her knees, her gaze locked on mine, fierce and unyielding. “You’ve been good tonight,” she purred, her fingers deftly unzipping my pants. “Let me reward you.” Her mouth was on me before I could respond, hot and wet, her tongue swirling with a sloppy, deliberate messiness that had me groaning instantly. “Fuck, Charlotte,” I gasped, my hands tangling in her hair. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She pulled back just enough to flash me a devilish grin, spit glistening on her lips. “Oh, honey, I’m just getting started. I want you panting for me.” Her words were a promise, a threat, and I was already sweating, my body aching for more of her.
Then she climbed over me, straddling my hips, her pussy hovering just above my throbbing cock. Her eyes burned into mine as she lowered herself, slow and torturous, grinding down with a rhythm that made my vision blur. “You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice husky, her ass rocking against me in a way that had me gripping the sheets. “You love how I take what I want.”
“Goddamn right I do,” I growled, my hands grabbing her hips, trying to match her pace. She was dripping, her heat driving me insane, every thrust making me harder, hungrier. I was lost in her, in the way she rode me like she owned me—because she fucking did.
But then, in the haze of lust, something shifted. A shadow moved in the corner of the room, unnoticed by me, my focus entirely on Charlotte’s commanding presence. Someone was there, watching, waiting. And as her moans grew louder, more desperate, I had no idea that the night was about to take a turn neither of us could have predicted.
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