Page 71 of Floored (Frenched 3)
Oh, for fuck’s sake, Erin. Put your finger in the hole.
I think the inner voice was Coco’s, not mine, but I took her advice. I glanced at Charlie, who’d gone still and silent. Our eyes had adjusted to the dark, and in the grayness, I could make out his features. I smiled, keeping eye contact as I returned my mouth to where it had been a moment ago. Resuming a steady rhythm with my mouth on his cock, I boldly probed with my fingertip where no fingertip of mine had ever probed before.
“Fuck!” Charlie’s hand slapped my ass so hard it stung, and then he palmed that cheek, his fingers digging into my flesh. He came so hard and fast I nearly choked, but the thrill of victory coursed through me. I did it! I made him lose control! His cock throbbed, liquid warmth streaming into my mouth, and I didn’t stop until every last drop had been milked from his body and every last tremor had ceased. Only then did I release him from my mouth and swallow.
His hand still clenched my ass, and his breaths came in strident rasps. “Oh my God.”
I sat up and wiped my mouth on my wrist. “Was it good?”
“Yes.” Then he moved so quickly I didn’t even see how he did it, but somehow he flipped me onto my back and jumped to the floor, slinging my legs over his shoulder. Kneeling at the side of the bed, he kissed his way up one thigh and slid two fingers inside me. “Fuck yes. It was more than good. It was outstanding.” His tongue grazed my swollen clit. “Now wrap your legs around my head and let me hear you scream.”
I did what I was told.
I’m a good girl like that.
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“Is this the pillow?” Charlie held up the body pillow I liked to snuggle at night.
“Yes.” Giggling, I took it and threw it on the floor. “But I don’t need it tonight.”
“No, you don’t. Come here.” He lay on his back and opened his arms.
“Hold on, I need underwear.” I slipped out of bed.
“What? No, you don’t. Sleep naked with me.”
“I can’t,” I called from my walk-in closet. “I have to have clean underwear to sleep in and they have to be cotton. Preferably white.”
Charlie groaned. “That is so ridiculous. It’s dark! And your ass doesn’t know the color of your underwear.”
“Well, I do. And I like it white.” I gave my butt a satisfied little spank before I crawled back into bed and knelt next to him. “Look, they’re cute. They have a little pink bow at the top.”
“They are cute.” He traced the top of them with a fingertip, making my stomach flutter.
“See? So leave me be. I’m quirky about this stuff, I know.” I stretched out along the length of him, my head on his chest, my arm and leg over his torso. “This OK?”
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He pulled the covers over us and wrapped an arm around me. “Yes. Until I get too hot.”
“As long as you wait until I fall asleep to push me off. I’m so comfortable right now.”
“Me too, actually.”
“Do you have to get up early tomorrow?”
“Not crazy early, but I can’t stay all day. I don’t have to work but I have to…” He hesitated. “Pick something up.”
“Hmm. Very mysterious.”
“Sorry.” His tone was a bit peeved.
I picked up my head. “Hey, I’m just teasing. Listen, just because we’re dating doesn’t mean you have to tell me every little thing you do.”
He gave me a little smile. “Dating, huh?”
Oh crap. Had I misunderstood? “Well…aren’t we?”
