Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Pulling out of her, he started to thrust inside her. She gripped him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Gripping her ass, he claimed her lips, slowing his pace so that he was making love to her, stretching her pussy wider with his cock.
She cried out, moaned his name, and thrust her hips up to meet him.
“Do you feel that, Char?” he asked. “I’m deep inside you, and your pussy knows what it wants, what it needs.”
“I need you, Gash.”
“Yes, baby, fuck. I love you.” He didn’t need to hear the words from her lips. He knew what her body was trying to say, and what she wouldn’t let it say.
Gash would love her for the rest of his life. She consumed his thoughts, tore him apart, and made him whole again. This was the woman he’d really been in love with the whole time. Seeing her again, being around her had made him see what he wanted out of life. He wanted a change to be with her, to love her, to show her what being his woman really meant. She helped him to breathe again.
Reaching between them, he stroked her clit as he fucked her pussy, riding her hard and deep.
With a few strokes she came apart in his arms, and her pussy clamped around him. Gash gave himself over to the pleasure, finding his peak, and hurtling over it as he filled the condom with his cum.
This was his world now, Charlotte was his everything, and he intended to keep it that way.
****
Charlotte rubbed at her eyes to see sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. Gash held her tightly to him with one arm beneath her head, and the other cupping her breast. Glancing up, she saw he was indeed still asleep. She had kept him busy into the early hours of the morning, both of them making up for lost time. When she had finally fallen asleep, she’d dreamt of Rebecca and Jeff. Those two had died in a way that terrified her. Someone was after Gash, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going to come and bite them all in the ass.
Staring into his face, she slowly traced the curve of his cheek.
“I love you,” she said. It was easier to say the words when he couldn’t actually hear them. She had loved him from the first moment she saw him. Was she wrong to love him? Why shouldn’t she just give into her feelings? They both wanted each other, and when he told her that he loved her, she believed him.
Sliding out from beneath him, she stared down at her nakedness, and quickly grabbed his shirt and shorts. Pushing her feet into socks, she tucked some hair behind her ear, and went in search of a bathroom.
“Who are you?”
She turned to see a brown haired woman coming out of a room, carrying a small baby in her arms.
“Erm, I’m Charlotte.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fine. I’m Tate, Murphy’s old lady, and Tiny’s daughter.”
She gave a little wave. “I was looking for a toilet. I wasn’t sneaking.”
“No problem at all. I can show you where a bathroom is. Come on.”
She followed Tate down a long hall toward a bathroom.
“There’s one. I’ll stand here. If you look in the little basket underneath the sink you’ll find some wrapped toothbrushes. There’s always a supply. They’re like condoms.”
“Okay,” she said, speaking up loud enough so the woman could hear.
Charlotte washed her hands after using the toilet, before hunting for a toothbrush. Once she had brushed her teeth, she opened the door to find that Tate was still there.
Before she could speak, her stomach started to growl, letting anyone who was close know that she was in fact hungry.
“Come on, Angel’s probably already up. She’s got a weird internal clock that makes it easy for her to wake really early. I’ve even known her to bake bread in the morning.”
Smiling, Charlotte waited for her to lead the way.
“You’re not very talkative, are you?” Tate asked.
“Erm, I don’t really know what to say.” She pushed her hair off her shoulder, walking side by side with the woman.
“You don’t need to find something to talk about. Just be yourself, and we’ll be good. I’m really easy to get along with.”
“She’s lying,” another woman said, coming out of a room carrying a large packet of breakfast sausage.
“Fuck off, Prue.”
“You’re Charlotte?” Prue asked.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Has Tate tried to kill you yet?”
Charlotte looked at the woman with the young baby. Tate could kill someone?
“No.”
“Don’t worry. Tate won’t actually kill you. She just has an attitude,” Prue said.
“Don’t listen to her. She’s just in a mood because she ended up with Zero.” Tate stuck her tongue out and made gagging sounds.
Prue rolled her eyes, and all the time they kept on moving toward the kitchen. Angel stood in the kitchen, and the scent of bread filled the large room.