Charlie made a strangled sound and clutched at me with frantic hands. “Fuck—okay—” I forced myself to slow down, trembling with the effort. “S-sorry.” “No,” he barked, hands grabbing my ass and jerking me close. “Don’t you dare stop. Keep going. You’re just—Shit, you’re strong.” I bit the inside of my cheek, hips twitching despite my best efforts to stay completely still. “I can—” “No,” Charlie repeated, his voice gravelly. He lunged up and kissed me, thrusting his tongue against mine. “I love it. I can take it. You feel so good, Moth.”
