Chapter Nine
Jesse
Charlie sank down over me, taking me inside of her core, inch by inch. Every inch tight, hot, and slick. She was drenched, so slippery wet, I slid in easily. “So f*****g good,” I murmured.
Glancing up at her, I soaked her in. She was glorious. Her hair was a wild tousle around her shoulders, her breasts playing peekaboo with long, dark locks falling over them. I couldn’t have said what I’d expected with her, but it wasn’t this wild, thrumming, out of control madness.
Her hips settled onto me when I was buried to the hilt inside of her. I wanted to see her fly apart again because watching her last o****m was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I forced myself to hold still because the frayed thread of control I was clinging to was about to snap.
After a beat, I slid my
