Derek
There was no going back now. Charlotte belonged to me in every single way that mattered, and I was going to take her. I didn’t give a shit about my dad, or her mother. This woman in my arms set my world on fire, and there was no way I was going to lose that.
“We have to be quiet,” she panted.
I didn’t respond.
Standing up, I placed her on her feet just long enough to get rid of her shirt and panties. I tore the panties in two, and after I had her naked, I tugged my sweats down. Pushing her to the bed, I stood in front of her, fisting my cock.
“Do you see this? This is what you fucking do to me, all the fucking time.” The tip was already leaking pre-cum, and I covered my thumb, pressing it toward her lips. “Suck it.”
She immediately sucked my thumb into her mouth, and it was so damn hot.
Gripping her hair, I tightened my hold, and nudged my dick toward her mouth. She opened up, taking me inside. She was warm and wet, with her teeth grazing around my cock. Her inexperience turned me on. No other dick had been inside her mouth, her pussy, or her ass, and when I thought about it, a deep wave of possessiveness swept over me. Charlotte was all mine, every single inch of her.
Pumping into her mouth, I watched my dick reappear, covered in her saliva, and I guided her lips back over my dick. Everything faded into the background, and all I could see was Charlotte, her sexy as fuck body and her sinful mouth.
Suddenly, I didn’t want inside her mouth. I wanted her screaming for my dick. Pulling out, I pushed her to the bed and crawled between her legs, spreading her thighs open wide.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little cunt and have you begging for more.”
“Please, Derek; I need you.”
“That’s right, baby, you need me, and you’re going to have me.” Pressing the tip of my cock at her entrance, I started to work inside. She was so fucking tight, and it was the best place I’d ever been in the world. Her body was home to me. Charlotte was home, and I was never going to leave.
Once I didn’t need to hold my cock anymore, I gripped her hips, and slammed every single inch of my dick inside her, making her take it all.
I covered her mouth to contain her screams. I wasn’t about to be interrupted by our parents.
“You’re going to have to keep quiet, Charlotte. We don’t want our parents to find out you’re being naughty.” I released her mouth so I could hear her.
“Shut up, Derek, and fuck me.”
Pulling out of her tight cunt, I slammed back inside. Her biting words only served to turn me on more. She didn’t seem to get that though. It was okay; I was more than happy to keep on fucking her and to give her everything she’d been begging for.
I fucked her hard, grabbing her hands, locking them to the bed, and slamming inside her. Her pussy was going to be so damn sore, and every time she moved, she’d remember the feel of my cock inside her.
This was my woman, and I was going to find a way to be with her. Claiming her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, and she kissed me back with the same kind of passion. This was what it was like to be on fire.
The heat between us was almost scorching.
I let go of her hands and pulled back. Holding onto her hips, I watched my cock. Her pussy was so damn beautiful. The puffy lips of her cunt were open around my dick, and I watched as I slid in and out of her. My dick was covered in her cream, and I just couldn’t resist stroking her engorged clit. With each little touch, the walls of her cunt tightened around my dick. She was getting closer to orgasm, and I held it back as long as I could.
Charlotte screamed and begged me to let her come, but I couldn’t do it. We were going to get off together, and I was going to fill her with my cum.
Chapter Seven
Charlotte
Just as I felt myself start to come down from the high, felt the next orgasm rise up, there was this rhythmic thumping coming closer. I snapped my eyes open; not knowing what it was until it was too late.
My bedroom door swung open, and standing in the doorway was my mom and Derek’s father. For a second we were all frozen, our parents watching in horror, the feel of Derek’s hard cock still inside me, and the world seeming to crumble right before my very eyes.
Derek had blankets wrapped around us in seconds, but the damage had already been done.
“We heard screaming,” Derek’s father said, looking between us, his eyes wide, a look of shock on his face His voice sounded monotone, as if he couldn’t imagine that what was happening right now was real.
My mother had a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Before I could say anything, maybe explain what was happening, even if it was obvious, she turned and fled.
“Mom,” I yelled after her, but she’d already disappeared into her room and shut the door.
“I’ll...” Greg started but never finished the sentence. He closed the door, giving us privacy, but leaving me feeling as if I’d been tarred and feathered and abandoned. I felt humiliated, scared, and raw. This wasn’t how I’d wanted this to go, obviously.
“Fuck,” Derek said, already out of me and getting dressed. “I’m sorry, baby.”
It wasn’t his fault, not totally, at least. I’d been screaming, knowing they were downstairs, but unable to stop myself because it felt so good.
“This is my fault, too.” I exhaled, grabbed a t-shirt and sweats, and together we headed out of the bedroom. I’d much prefer to get cleaned up, but I was decent enough, and I needed to speak with my mom.
“I’ll talk to my dad. I think it’s probably best we talk to our parents alone first.”
I nodded, because I didn’t want to face Greg right now, not when the image of him seeing us like that was so fresh.
Derek kissed me softly for a second and then we parted ways. He went down the stairs after Greg, and I stood in front of my mom’s bedroom door, feeling nervous, angry, and humiliated. Knocking on the wood, I heard her sniffling and closed my eyes, feeling guilty that she was obviously having a hard time with this.
“Come in, Charlotte,” my mother said, and I pushed the door open.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, not crying as I’d thought, but still looking upset.
“Come and sit next to me, sweetheart.” She spoke so softly, motherly, that I was the one that wanted to cry now.
I moved toward her and sat on the bed, staring at my hands in my lap. The silence stretched on for longer than was comfortable, but then she exhaled and turned to face me.
“Charlotte...”
“I know,” I said when she’d stopped talking, as if she hadn’t known what to say.
“Honey, what is going on?”
I shook my head and closed my eyes. “A lot of stuff, Mom.” My feelings for Derek had changed, completely turned around.
“I thought you really disliked Derek. You two are always bickering; I just assumed—”
“I thought I hated him, Mom,” I said and looked at her. “But I care for him; I’ve just kept it hidden.” I swallowed, seeing the love in my mom’s eyes as she looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed that you saw that, but it’s my own fault for allowing it to happen with you guys just downstairs.” I covered my face with my hands and let a ragged breath out. Then I felt my mom touch my shoulder, and I lowered my hands to my lap.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
The look I gave her has her laughing.
“Okay, there is, but I’m not so close-minded that I don’t know what you’re going through.”
That surprised me a little. My mother always seemed so reserved, so proper, even with Greg.
“I did my fair share of things back in the day, and I even got caught once by my mother.”