“ But the worst thing about all this... “ he spoke again, after a moment of silence, although his voice was nothing more than a whisper “ Is that, when he was finally buried and I found myself alone... I realized that what I wanted so much would never happen. He was no longer there for us to connect again and all that was good in him were the uncertain memories of a distant childhood. I waited for so long in silence, not taking the step to approach him just because I thought I had to achieve something unreachable first... And suddenly none of that mattered anymore. He left without us being able to build a real father-son relationship. And I had spent my entire life building a career and a name that I didn't even really care for. “That's why I always say you brought joy back into my life, Charlie. “ he caressed her face, at the same time tucking an unruly lock of her hair behind her ear “ Between the time my father died and the day we met, there were six long years where I just was exi
“No, no cake batter for you, Sawyer. Even with one hand busy with the bowl full of flour and eggs he was mixing, Charlie was still able to get Sawyer off the counter, preventing him from sticking his nose into the cake batter inside the pan she had abandoned nearby. “This is not good for you. “ she said, in a cute little voice, even if the expression on his face wasn't very friendly “You have your own special diet now, remember? “ when Sawyer let out a sullen meow, Charlie just chuckled, kissing the space between his ears, “You can bitch all you want, baby, but I'm not going to let you get sick again. Leaving her grumpy kitten on the floor near where Matilda lay with her paws up, taking a nap, Charlie returned to her cake batter odyssey, wondering what she had done wrong this time. As Morgan needed to resolve an emergency at her office much earlier than usual, that Saturday morning, she found herself bored and with nothing to do, since all her college activities were already done an
She hated to admit it, but Samantha's words had gotten to her, as much as she was trying to fight it. It didn't help that Morgan had ignored all her attempts to seduce him, which had left her doubting whether she was attractive enough for him. Could it be that if she were someone else, a thinner woman with a surgically constructed body, he would be more tempted, to the point of not resisting as much? Could it be that she had misunderstood something and all of that were just natural male reactions? Shaking her head to rid herself of those silly doubts, Charlie clenched her fists, refusing to let her determination leave her. What she needed now was not to give up. On the contrary, she needed to be more incisive. Push and push and then push some more, until finally Morgan reached her limit. She had been kind and patient enough with him thus far, trying not to alarm him with her seduction. But now, she would make it impossible for him to pretend that nothing was happening. " What do you
Morgan did not consider himself a particularly stubborn person. Instead, he preferred adjectives like determined or focused. Now, though, it looks like he'd be forced to learn how to be stubborn if he can't give in to the urge to throw Charlie across the dinner table and give her what he seemed to want so badly... Which wasn't such a terrible idea... Mentally slapping himself back to reality, Morgan sat as straight as possible at the dining table, still as stone, as he watched her pace back and forth across the kitchen counter, arranging plates and platters, while that infernal nightgown raised her head. every slightest movement, not hiding even a single inch of her bare ass, protected only by a thong, so thin that it looked like just a single movement of his finger could rip it... His brain must have been melting, that was the only possible explanation... His thoughts were interrupted when Charlie suddenly appeared next to him, a platter in her hands, and she bent down to set it o
If this was a dream, then Charlie was hoping he never had to wake up again. However, the feeling of Morgan's warm hands running slowly over his legs was too good not to be real. Totally delivered, even though she didn't know what he was planning to do, her panties were already ruined by the time he placed his feet over each of her shoulders. Shifting her hips so that she was even more exposed to his gaze, Charlie moaned softly, loving the savagery with which he had thrown all the remnants of her dinner onto the floor, the smoldering expression of desire that had taken over his entire face. and, most of all, those intense eyes, riveted on her, as if he could devour her at any moment. And only she knew how much she wanted him to devour her. Still caressing her legs as if he wasn't in a hurry, Morgan ended up working his way down to the inside of her thighs, starting to run his fingers over them so gently she even felt a tickle, except when he tried to get close to where her panties wer
Her mind completely blank, Charlie once again forgot about what he had told her about being quiet and threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to get her tongue to move to the places where she felt most sensitive. “My naughty little girl wants some more spanking? “ he growled against the flesh of her thigh, before blowing some cool air against her scalding folds, making her whimper “Then it's fine. I'm going to leave that little ass with the print of my hand, so you can learn to do what your husband says. “ with blurred vision, she lifted her face just enough to see him smirk between her legs, before landing a loud and accurate slap on her bottom, which only made her wetter “ That's why you like it so much to disobey me? Why does getting a well-deserved spanking make your pussy run? “ with that question, he brusquely plunged two fingers inside her, which even so slipped easily due to how wet she was “Look at that... In here you're always a good girl, aren't you? Unable to formul
Even though she would never admit it to Charlie, Morgan now knew why she had spent the last month doing everything she could to provoke him and make him lose control. Besides being a lot of fun, it left him in a constant state of arousal that, he had to admit, was addictive. Looking over the top of his computer screen, Morgan sat on the sofa in the living room where he had come to work, spied Charlie playing with the animals on the front porch, thanking his family for his architect convincing him to install mirrored doors. double-faced there, as he would be seriously forced to kill someone, if any of the neighbors were able to see the outfit Charlie was wearing at that moment, from the outside. Apparently, she had become a fan of nightgowns and pajamas that looked like they were straight out of a porn movie or someone's forbidden dreams. Probably his. At the moment, she was in a red lace shirt and shorts set that did practically nothing to cover her up, as she theoretically should.
What are you looking for anyway? she huffed suddenly, absolutely frustrated, making him chuckle. “ I'm a little undecided on what seasoning to use in the salad, that's all. “ he explained, even though he knew that she knew very well what the truth was. " Well, then let me help..." she murmured and, in the next instant, she stood on tiptoe, causing his member to end up moving and reaching the space of her entrance in a precise way, being perfectly fitted between hers. thighs " Maybe this way you can make up your mind... “ Yes... Good idea... " he moved his lips against the nape of her neck, in an indirect kiss " I love how you're always ready to give me what I need... “Don't be so cocky. “I'm doing this more for myself than you, because I'm starting to get impatient. Now, you better hold me... "Saying that, she took his hands from hers and made him touch her waist, exactly where her skin was uncovered" I'll need to stand on my toes and I might end up falling. “ Yeah, we don't want