“Jetlag is setting in,” Charlie looked around the backyard. “Where’s Lisa?”


“Who knows. I think she and Stacy are in the office looking for wedding shit.”


“Ew,”


“Yeah, it’s best we stay out here. Don’t wanna get in their way.”


“It’s going that well, huh?”


Tony pointed to the house with his tongs. “Man, I’ll be so damn glad when this BS is over with. I don’t care if I get married under a bridge at this point!”


Charlie dodged the tongs.


“All this mess with flowers and music---who gives a shit!” Tony was clearly at his wits end.


Charlie took the tongs from Tony’s grasp and handed him another beer.


“Thanks,” Tony took a gulp. “Don’t get married.” He warned.


“I don’t plan on it.”


“Good for you.”


“Hey Chuckles! They said you were out here,” Lisa came bouncing through the sliding glass door and gave Charlie a hug.


“It’s good to be back,” he shook his head at Tony; still trying to figure out why Lisa nicked named him Chuckles. “Has anyone seen Paula?”


“She’s just arrived. Mo and Stacy are showing her the bridesmaid’s dresses.”


“Excuse me,” Charlie tabled his beer bottle and walked into the house. She was in the living room or kitchen with the others. He found her, in Lisa’s office, waist deep in a bridal conversation with an expression of abject befuddlement. “Paula,” he interrupted. “Can I see you for a second?”

Her Moses had come to deliver her. Without pause, she raced to his side and pushed him out of the room before he could be sucked into the vortex. “Thanks for rescuing me. I was seconds away from tears.”


They went into Tony and Lisa’s bedroom. Paula gathered her purse.


“Are you leaving already? You just gotten here!”


“I’m leaving. I told Lisa I’d stop by and I did. Now,” she threw her purse over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.” She kissed Charlie. “The door will be open.”


Charlie stopped her in place and kissed her deeply. “Are you gonna be awake?”


“Who cares! Wake me up,” Paula sounded offended that he’d pose such a question.


“I won’t be too late.”


“Take your time, enjoy yourself. I’m on vacation for the rest of the week. I figured we’d be busy.”


He smiled at her. “You’re such a dirty girl.”


“Yep,” Paula said unapologetically.




                                             ******




True to his word, Charlie wasn’t late. Paula had only been in bed an hour before he walked through the door and went straight to the shower. She waited to hear the shower stop but intermittingly drifted to sleep. She awoke flat on her back with Charlie atop her. His eyes conveyed naughty, enticing messages.


“Hey baby,” she said sleepily. “What’s wrong?” she questioned.


“You have the sexiest, most exotic eyes I’ve ever seen. And the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”


“It’s yours,” she settled under his weight. “Take it.”


He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, then grazed his fingers across her labia just once, before lifted her legs up and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slick opening.


Paula arched under him. Her nipples begged to be suck and he willingly obliged. She held his head in place, watching his buttery soft tongue dance back and forth between her tits.


“Suck,” she muttered. She moaned satisfied when he did so. “Damn Charlie.”


“Did you cum?”


Paula didn’t answer verbally. She took hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy. “Ugh!” she gasped, reacquainting herself with his thickness.


“Easy,” he brushed his lips against her neck, he lie on her, giving her time to adjust to his girth.


“I want it.” She panted.


“We have all night,” His accented words touched the side of her neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you all night.” He thrust into her.


Paula’s back arched, her mouth opened but scream came forth. He slid out with a slick, wet sound and then thrust deep inside again. He held her face in his palms, looking deep into her eyes as he pounded into her, grunting each time he hit her spot. “Is that what you wanted, Paula?” He punctuated each word with a thrust.


Paula came, her pussy juicing all over him, gripping and sucking around his ever-loving shaft. Her head tilted back slightly.


“Tell me to fuck me all night!” he forced her head up, meeting his intense eyes. “Say it, Paula!” He groaned, feeling her contract around him, her juices gushed, and her legs shook.


“Oh, God, yesss…,” she screamed to the rafters. “Fuck me all night,” Her pain was now thrashing pleasure. Inarticulate cries of orgasm escaped her lips and her fist clutched the sheets, writhing in abject supine praise of him.


“Beg me to fuck you harder,” he demanded confidently, relentlessly hammering into her.


Paula gave way to his sadistic gyrations. Whatever he wanted to do, whatever atrocious plan he had in store, her suppliant pussy was his willingly accomplice.


“Harder….please harderrr,” she surrendered and slipped into orgasmic delirium. She called his name over and over again. The fragile spider web-like strands that held her sanity in place snapped with each thrust.

The wet slushing sounds and the feel of her pussy going into full submission under him had Charlie on the brink of cumming. He needed to change positions fast. Still buried inside of her, he flipped her on top of him. He watched her fuck herself with his cock.


“Oh shhiitt,” she impaled herself while Charlie rubbed her clit gently. She slid and swayed….and curved and circled his cock.


He pulled her onto his chest and thrust upward, slow and steady, into her wetness… narrating his dirty plans in her ear.


Paula felt his climatic release swell inside of her. She swung her hips up and down rhythmically.


“Oh fuck, Paula!” he grunts, squeezing her ass as she obligingly takes his thickness prisoner.


She was in control now, he would do her bidding. She gripped his face in her hand and rode him with increased urgency. “Whose cock is this?”


“It’s yours, baby.”


“You’re damn right it is,” she rode and squeezed around his captive member.


“Shit, Paula,” Charlie panted.


“I fucking own you.”


“Hell yeah! You can have me anyway you want.


“Cum for me,”


Charlie groaned with animalistic keening, releasing everything he had stored in long warm waves. He gave himself wholly and completely to her. Unable to contain herself, Paula called to him, her pussy throbbed around him. She collapsed on his chest, he held her tight, and she curled in his arms, his cock and her pussy both slick with their lust.


“I’m all yours, Charlie.”


“And I’m yours, Paula.”