finished, and she slid off my cock. We collapsed onto the couch together, breathing deeply and sweating.
That was not what I had expected. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and although my cock had been out of her pussy for only a few seconds, I needed to feel her again.
This was fucking stupid. I knew who she was and what game she was playing. I knew she wanted me to feel this way, wanted me to tell her all my secrets so that she could write some fucking hit piece on me.
But she wasn’t getting that. I was going to get what I wanted, and that was it.
I pulled her body close against mine, breathing in and out with her, and wondered if I was just lying to myself.
13
Charlotte
I woke up slowly , a dull ache between my legs. I rolled over on the couch and expected to feel Bull’s broad, tough body against mine, but there were only pillows.
I opened my eyes. The early morning light was streaming in through the window. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
I slept through the night. How could that even have been possible? I probably slept for like twelve hours or something insane like that.
“Bull?”
I got up off the couch and walked through the apartment.
He was gone.
I sighed and made some coffee. I didn’t know why I felt surprised, but I did. For some reason, I had expected to wake up to him still there. The last thing I remembered was lying on the couch with Bull, his arms around me, breathing deeply as we both drifted off to sleep.
But there I was, alone in my apartment. Bull had left me with nothing but good memories and an ache between my thighs.
I wandered into my bathroom and did my morning thing. When I was done, I went into my bedroom to get changed.
And paused, blinking. There on the bed was a single piece of paper, folded in half.
I quickly walked over and snatched it. I opened it up and read.
“Charley, I had a good time last night. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you were snoring too loudly. I grabbed that dildo, just like you wanted me to. Bull.”
I shook my head and read the letter again, and then I quickly looked around my room.
The dildo was gone, and there was no way he didn’t notice that I had it lying out right next to my bed.
I turned bright, bright red. Bull knew I had been playing with his dildo. He probably thought that I had actually, like, used it!
I mean, I almost did use it, but he didn’t need to know that. He was basically the last person I wanted to know that information. I would rather have yelled it from my roof than have Bull find out.
I collapsed onto the bed, groaning. Bull had gotten up before me, gone into my bedroom, and stolen that dildo away.
And he had given me the best orgasm of my life by far. Best orgasms, actually.
I covered my face with a pillow. How could this have happened? I kept meaning to keep my distance from him, but he was just so imposing, so intense. As soon as he kissed me, I knew I was his.
And he took me. I’d never been with a man like that before, so rough and incredible. He knew exactly how far to push me, but he never went too far. I was losing my mind as soon as he began to work my body, working my hips, destroying my body.
And I felt destroyed. My pussy ached and my legs were tired, like I’d run a few miles.
But it was an amazing feeling. I still thought my whole body was vibrating, and I felt so refreshed. That was probably from sleeping for so many hours, but still. For all his big talk and his cocky attitude, Bull was exactly what he said he was.
It surprised me every time. So far in my life, most people who said they were something special tended to be bragging or lying.
Bull was the exception. Bull made me realize that his reputation was both well deserved and still not enough.
There was the matter of that fight, though. Bull made my body feel good, but he was still doing things like going to illegal fights. I hadn’t been able stay in that place for a single second longer, and yet he hadn’t seemed like he had
That was not what I had expected. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and although my cock had been out of her pussy for only a few seconds, I needed to feel her again.
This was fucking stupid. I knew who she was and what game she was playing. I knew she wanted me to feel this way, wanted me to tell her all my secrets so that she could write some fucking hit piece on me.
But she wasn’t getting that. I was going to get what I wanted, and that was it.
I pulled her body close against mine, breathing in and out with her, and wondered if I was just lying to myself.
13
Charlotte
I woke up slowly , a dull ache between my legs. I rolled over on the couch and expected to feel Bull’s broad, tough body against mine, but there were only pillows.
I opened my eyes. The early morning light was streaming in through the window. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
I slept through the night. How could that even have been possible? I probably slept for like twelve hours or something insane like that.
“Bull?”
I got up off the couch and walked through the apartment.
He was gone.
I sighed and made some coffee. I didn’t know why I felt surprised, but I did. For some reason, I had expected to wake up to him still there. The last thing I remembered was lying on the couch with Bull, his arms around me, breathing deeply as we both drifted off to sleep.
But there I was, alone in my apartment. Bull had left me with nothing but good memories and an ache between my thighs.
I wandered into my bathroom and did my morning thing. When I was done, I went into my bedroom to get changed.
And paused, blinking. There on the bed was a single piece of paper, folded in half.
I quickly walked over and snatched it. I opened it up and read.
“Charley, I had a good time last night. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you were snoring too loudly. I grabbed that dildo, just like you wanted me to. Bull.”
I shook my head and read the letter again, and then I quickly looked around my room.
The dildo was gone, and there was no way he didn’t notice that I had it lying out right next to my bed.
I turned bright, bright red. Bull knew I had been playing with his dildo. He probably thought that I had actually, like, used it!
I mean, I almost did use it, but he didn’t need to know that. He was basically the last person I wanted to know that information. I would rather have yelled it from my roof than have Bull find out.
I collapsed onto the bed, groaning. Bull had gotten up before me, gone into my bedroom, and stolen that dildo away.
And he had given me the best orgasm of my life by far. Best orgasms, actually.
I covered my face with a pillow. How could this have happened? I kept meaning to keep my distance from him, but he was just so imposing, so intense. As soon as he kissed me, I knew I was his.
And he took me. I’d never been with a man like that before, so rough and incredible. He knew exactly how far to push me, but he never went too far. I was losing my mind as soon as he began to work my body, working my hips, destroying my body.
And I felt destroyed. My pussy ached and my legs were tired, like I’d run a few miles.
But it was an amazing feeling. I still thought my whole body was vibrating, and I felt so refreshed. That was probably from sleeping for so many hours, but still. For all his big talk and his cocky attitude, Bull was exactly what he said he was.
It surprised me every time. So far in my life, most people who said they were something special tended to be bragging or lying.
Bull was the exception. Bull made me realize that his reputation was both well deserved and still not enough.
There was the matter of that fight, though. Bull made my body feel good, but he was still doing things like going to illegal fights. I hadn’t been able stay in that place for a single second longer, and yet he hadn’t seemed like he had
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