Page 454 of Face Off

I remove my fingers.

Charm makes an outraged sound.

I move over her before she can complain, brace one arm beside her head, and guide my cock between her thighs.

“I told you I wouldn’t hold back.”

The head presses against her entrance.

Her body opens around me while she remains swollen, wet, and desperate from everything I refused to let her finish. I enter slowly, watching my fingers lose their place inside her to the part of me she begged for through the phone.

Charm’s nails dig into my back.

“More.”

“I just gave you more.”

“All of it.”

“You’re demanding tonight.”

“I drove four hundred miles.”

“That excuse is losing value.”

“I’ll drive back and make you miss me again.”

I thrust fully inside her.

The rest of the threat becomes a scream.

Her body closes around me, tight enough after the kitchen to make my muscles shake. I hold myself still while she adjusts and while my control rebuilds around the overwhelming reality of having her twice in one night.

Charm slides her hands over my shoulders and into my hair.

“You’re thinking.”

“I’m trying not to come before I keep the rest of my promise.”

“What promise?”

I lower my mouth to hers. “You were supposed to come while I was inside you.”

“Then move.”

I withdraw slowly and drive back in.

Pleasure crosses her face.

I give her the same controlled rhythm I described while my fist stood in for her body. She used to tell me faster, harder, and more while I made her wait.

Now I can feel exactly what waiting does to her.

“Is this how you imagined it?” I ask.

“No.”

The answer stops me.