Charlie "Bells" Campbell
“Get out,” Parker ordered with his rude ass, hopping out of his truck
I guess that mood he had, the one that wanted to devour me as he pulverized this pussy had waned. I sat there like a child he accused me of being, as I crossed my arms and pushed my lips out.
The least he could do was open the door for me or at least wait as I exited his truck. He lived in the middle of nowhere deep in the woods. I was sure a damn bear or wolf was out here somewhere nearby when he snatched open his front door.
“The hell you still sitting in there for?” he called out after her trekked up the four steps that led to his front door.
I had the right mind to kick the shit out of this dashboard. Sure, I agreed to come and fuck him but his old man mean ass approach was starting to annoy me. I was used to having my way and since we’d met, all he did was prove that I couldn’t.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, watching me as I dared him to go inside without me with a hiked brows. “This bullshit,” he mumbled, yet stomped down the stairs and opened the passenger door. “Charlie?”
“Parker?” I answered as he huffed and pulled on the passenger door.
I stepped outside of it and smiled. I had to admit in that moment that I enjoyed ruffling his feathers.
“Was that so hard?” I asked, batting my eyes. His tongue eased out of his mouth, swiping his lower lip. That fucking long tongue that dragged across his lip, that beard, the full beard I wanted covered with my essence cause my pussy to quake.
“Not as hard as him.” As he spoke, he looked downward as he referenced the part of his body that was extremely hard. I could feel my mouth watering, I wanted to suck that big ass dick.
“Then let’s get to it.”
He took my hand, his callous fingers causing my pussy to pool with moisture as he firmly held it. While I tried to maintain focus, my legs seemed to shake as he ushered me up the stairs. One second I was hot, the other I was cold. I had to follow through with this though. I’d only called his bluff and he wasn’t allowing me to back down. Not without talking a bunch of shit.
By the time I crossed the threshold called his front door, I had to execute and well. This mean ass old man was about to get the best young and tight pussy he's ever had. With a slow creaking sound, the door closed and my eyes quickly darted around. It was dim yet light seeped in from the moon as I noted a fully furnished living room with a large grandfather clock that greeted us.
There was a sofa that large, somewhat comfy like despite its antique appearance. Probably was like the rocking chair and large television that sat on the floor. A quick glance to the right was a fireplace and to the left, a large bookshelf filled with books. It needed a woman’s touch, but it was clean and smelled of hickory.
“Not tonight, Socks,” he spoke as his dog rounded the corner. “She’s not here for you.” Still, he ambled toward me as curiosity got the best of him as he sniffed me. A quick lick across my foot and ankle caused me to smile. Thank God since our first encounter it seemed that he was prepared to bite my head off. I leaned down and gently rubbed his head.
“Hi, Socks. I’m Bells.”
“You’re done playing with him?” I didn’t know you came to make friends with my dog.”
“Are you always this way?”
“Mean? Old?” he replied, then tugged on my hand as he escorted down the hallway. “Yes,” he stated with finality.
His dog followed until he ordered him to go to his room. He whimpered yet did an about face as he went back to wherever he’d come from. As soon as the door to his bedroom closed, I felt the hairs on my neck rise.
The bed before me shook me to my core. It was king sized and near the left was a table. The table itself didn’t paralyze. It was what was there that did. A set of various sizes of whips, handcuffs, and other sexual apparatuses I’d never seen. A chuckle escaped his mouth when I heard the door lock.
“Charlie,” he whispered, one finger dragging down one shoulder. “I usually do things rough... rough and hard, but tonight, I want to do shit differently. I want to do it nice and slow, savor that shit,” he whispered, his lips against the shell of my ear.
“Why?” I dared to ask. He'd been rough and rude since our paths crossed.
“You’re different,” he offered up, his finger lacing around my hair as he growled. His nose then dragged up my neck and against my hair. “Smell so fucking good.” A peck against my ear was followed by more against my neck until he nicked my skin along my collarbone with his teeth. “Taste good too.”
My body trembled, falling under his spell as slow sucks and soft bites were felt against down my shoulder and then across the skin over my nipples. A brush of his lips and breath caused them to pebble and I moaned.
His fingers slid down my torso to where he rubbed my center over the thin material between my legs. While the other hand took its time pulling the straps down my shoulders, he continued to massage my center that thumped erratically. I was so wet, eager for him to come one with my essence as he bit my lower lip and took it in his mouth.
“I did this?”
“Yes,” I hissed, feeling one thick digit slide just over my swollen nub. The covering between his touch and my actual pussy frustrated me as I felt the buildup of what I knew would be my first orgasm of the night. I could tell he had every intention of keeping good on his word and I could only pray that he did.
As if he could hear my thoughts through the pants that darted from my mouth, he slowly pushed the covering aside and slid two fingers inside of my pussy. My body shook uncontrollably as the walls clenched around his fingers.
“Fuck,” I released, holding on to both of his arms as my body exploded. “Parker.”
“Yes, Charlie. You like that?”
“I do,” I confessed, my voice so soft I wondered if he heard it himself.
“Good,” he spoke just above a whisper. With no warning, he turned me around and pushed my back in a downward motion until both hands rested on the floor.
“Isn’t this how he had you, whoever the fuck he was? You like this position, Charlie?” he seethed, easing one hand down and against my lower lips.
Hell, I liked whatever position he placed me in as long as he continued to massage my pussy. A second digit was added, before he slid both against the side of my engorged clitoris underneath the covering over my center, causing me to whimper.
“It’s really hard not punishing you, Charlie. Really hard... but fuck,” he pushed out before he smacked one ass cheek. “I plan to with care.”
With a tug, he pulled me back to where his chest rested against my body. He plucked, then twisted one nipple while he continued to work my center.
“I want you nice and wet for me, coming all down my hand and then this dick. Can you get wetter?” He had to know by now that anything he wanted my body to do, it would do at his command as he worked my pussy with two fingers from behind.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered as my secretions seeped down his hand. “I’m going to love sucking and fucking you, Charlie.”
As he slowly ushered me to the bed while his fingers lodge inside of me, I felt my body unraveling. Small orgasmic waves came to the surface as I came around his fingers. My God it felt so fucking good. I could die right now and have no regrets giving myself to him.
Still with me? If so, come back on 11/28 for my first erotica.