Later that night, Chuck and I ended up in his huge bed, his fat c**k up my ass, as usual.
“You have the tightest hole I’ve ever f****d,” he said, groaning as he rotated his hips, then pulled out.
“Happy to oblige,” I huffed, squeezing my legs where they were wrapped around his waist in a python grip. “Less talking, more fucking.”
“Yes, your majesty.” He rammed me, causing me to lose the power of speech as we both worked feverishly toward the breaking point. “Damn it, Evie. You…uh,” was all he said as he spurted into the condom, warming my channel with his c*m.
I lost it, the use of his private nickname for me—worlds away from the snide way Stellan had used it in high school—making me powerless against the flood.
“s**t, Chuckie,” I whispered as I arched, hands clasped tightly around hi
