Fetching Charlotte Rose by Amelia Smarts Page B

chuckled, took her hand, and pulled her into a seated position. She sat on the edge of the bed and held her palms against his chest. As her hands moved to his abs, she asked, “Does it feel as good when I touch you as it does when you touch me?”
    “Yes, darlin’, I’d wager so.” Max’s head tilted back when both of her small, soft hands wrapped around his cock. A few moments later, his eyes snapped back to her face. She grinned at him.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Playing,” she said, and rubbed the side of his rock-hard cock against her cheek. “It’s strange. It feels really hard but the skin is so soft.”
    He groaned and allowed her to play with him until he couldn’t take it any longer, which was the moment she slapped his cock against her cheek. He gathered her arms, lifted her, and positioned her on her back on the bed. “My turn to play,” he grunted. His body slid over hers, grazing her breasts and tummy. With his knee, he guided her legs apart and then pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. He listened to her small gasps as he slid into her tight warmth slowly until he reached the barrier inside of her, where he paused.
    “You feel so good,” he groaned. “My god.”
    She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him into her. With one slow, strong thrust he ruptured her hymen and caught the cry coming from her lips with his kiss. Every nerve in his body demanded that he pound into her again, harder, but he waited until her cry faded into a whimper before he began his movements, He forced himself to be gentle and slow. “I know it hurts the first time, my love. Are you all right?” he murmured in her ear.
    “Yes,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love how it feels now. It’s so strong, the feeling I have.”
    “Good girl. Let that feeling build.”
    She came soon after, which surprised and relieved Max, as he didn’t think he would’ve been able to hold off for very long with her virgin canal so tightly clenched around him. As soon as she wailed and arched her back, his release followed, and he spilled his seed inside of her. With one final thrust, he pulled out and collapsed next to her on his back, breathing hard.
    Charlotte rolled over to him and rested her head in the crook of his arm and shoulder. She traced circles on his chest, and he cuddled her into him and kissed her forehead. While entangled in each other’s embrace, they talked about how they envisioned their future together, how many children they wanted, how Tim would be like a big brother to them, and other happy topics that they smiled and sighed about. In that moment, life seemed just about perfect.
    Tim decided to use the scholarship and attend college after again receiving Max’s assurance that he could return to work for him as a blacksmith if he so desired. Although Max was proud of Tim and thought he made the right choice, he mourned it and expressed his sadness to Charlotte. He knew it was unlikely that Tim would return to blacksmithing. The only hope Max allowed himself to feel was that Tim would return to Arizona eventually and take another occupation that suited his education. He didn’t like the thought of Tim being gone for good.
    Because of the marshal’s official report to the college regarding Simon’s planned theft, the dean altered the scholarship’s disbursement plan in a couple of ways. He elected to only send Max enough money to pay for Tim’s travel expenses and room and board during his journey east. The rest of the scholarship money would be paid directly to the professors at the college and the landlord at the dormitory where Tim would reside.
    Simon made himself so scarce after the marshal visited him that Max was tempted to dismiss him as a threat. He resisted doing so, however, knowing that letting his guard down could have dire consequences. He wore his Remington at all times except while sleeping, when he kept it next to the bed. He escorted Charlotte to and