Annabel
Charlie turns me around again and fists the hair at the top of my head. He uses it to tip my chin up and kisses me thoroughly. No, it’s less a kiss and more a devouring. He takes my mouth, drags his lips along my jaw, down my neck. He bites my shoulder.
“f**k, Annabel. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.”
Tears pop into my eyes at that. The rough admission seems so out of character for the secret agent who never shows his cards.
I’ve never felt this way with anyone before either. I’ve never even experience one-tenth of this much passion. Charlie is rough but so self-assured. Yeah, I was scared to try anal, but I trusted him. He’s good at everything he does. And he was definitely expert in that respect.
My p***y and anus throb a bit, but it a delicious, well-used sort
