My lips didn't leave Charlie's as we stood at the food of his bed. His lips were hungry and dominant, yet pliant against my own and molded with mine perfectly. Our hands were both roaming, Charlie's bundled in my hair and skimming down my rear, while my own scraped down his chest and felt every ripple and juncture of him.

I felt him through every fiber of my being; My mind got scorched by his lips and my body got burned under his explorative hands that now curved beneath my taint and skimmed my thigh. I shuddered. I knew he was feeling everything threefold with his sharpened senses, but I couldn't imagine it possibly feeling better than this.

Somewhere in my haze, I realized where this was going and that I had been selfish. Back in the kitchen, a few days ago when I had jerked him off, I hadn't thought about much else than the feel of him. Hadn't considered he didn't know about romance and his first slightly sexual experience with a woman had happened standing in a dirty kitchen with not even a smidgen of consideration from my side.

He deserved more. He didn't know more than what I'd taught him, so I was going to teach him. I was going to continue what I had been doing all this time.

– I was going to take care of him.

With our tongues still tangled, I managed to edge Charlie towards the bed and gently push him down on it, feeling him drag me down with him. He didn't let me go as we both blindly crawled upwards on his mattress. Even when we settled, he stayed seated up with me straddling him, too lost to register what I wanted. When I pressed a hand against his chest and tried to push him down, he didn't want to let go of my lips.

"Charlie," I breathed hotly against his swollen lips, hearing his heavy breathing come back. I had to swallow when his hooded lids lifted just enough to look up at me. "Lie down for me."

There was no hesitation as he wordlessly complied. He begun lying down, but suddenly a thought jumped me. "Wait."

He paused and didn't say a thing when my hands reached for the hem of his shirt and begun dragging it up. He sat up with apprehension and reached over his head and helped me remove it. He peeled it off and tossed it away, then leaned back down and allowed me to glide my hands down his now exposed, hairless chest.

My mouth dried up and watered at the same time; Skin so smooth, and flat male nipples so inviting just didn't seem possible. He looked airbrushed – retouched like a model in a magazine, except he was real, and he was looking transfixed up at me, breathing through slightly parted lips. He was like the eighth wonder of the world, and he was begging my name. "Carly."

I leaned down to his lips and kissed him. Slowly. Deep. He tensed up beneath me and let out a small grunt, but he let me take the lead.

I moved down his jawline, kissed the raw stubble that scratched against my lips and salvaged the feeling. I saw his eyes close and how his mouth went lax, but how his whole face exuded bliss. He enjoyed me licking down to his throat and finding his Adam's apple. When I sucked on it, he groaned and rolled his upper lip back a little, but kept his eyes shut. The sound reverberated against my lips and made me have to suppress a shudder; It was like his groan traveled straight through me and landed in my panties.

I could feel myself growing wetter and more eager as I made it down to the top of his chest. His heart was beating rapidly against my palm, like a jackhammer thudding behind his thick pec. The feel of it almost made me melt. He was barely keeping it together, controlling whatever that was trying to break free inside of him. For some reason, I wasn't concerned about what that was. I trusted him to keep me safe.

"Carly," He breathily moaned again when I placed my lips around one of his flat nipples and sucked gently on it. When I scraped my teeth over it, he hissed through his own and squeezed my hips tightly. "Carly!"

"Just try and relax," I told him, kissing my way to his other nipple and granting it a kiss as well, before moving down to his navel. I maneuvered myself down to sit on his thighs and felt his hands reluctantly let go of me and instead grasp the sheets. He exhaled and tried to stay calm, but judging from his clenched jawline, it was taking his all.

Taking a slow breath to calm myself, I let my eyes fall to the throbbing bulge in his pants. It was big and looked painful, so I reached for his zipper and slowly dragged it down before popping the button. Charlie groaned hoarsely when I granted his erection space and pulled at his pants, taking his boxers with them. I then carefully kept pulling, stood up and worked them off his thick legs, working around his mechanic one. Finally they came off and I discarded them on the floor, then climbed back on top of him.

Charlie's breath sped up, but mine faltered as I laid eyes on his massive, erect cock for the first time, resting heavily against his belly, just reaching his belly button. It wasn't just that he was big, it was that he was thick. From his glistening bulbous to his strained shaft that was lined with veins, to his heavy sac beneath. I'd been with my fair share of men, but he was by far the biggest I'd ever seen. Ever.

I was thirty-one, but in all my years I'd never understood why they taught us trigonometry in high school until this very moment; they taught us for this exact purpose, as if they'd known the Charlies of the world would make us all want to become lightening fast experts in the subject. Because right now, I wanted to – just so I knew how the hell I was going to fit him anywhere.

"God, you're so big," I whispered, mostly to myself, but also partly to Charlie who was still watching me intensely. I didn't know if my tone was appraising or nervous, but either way, Charlie's face flashed with confusion.

"Big?"

"Mm-hm." I nodded and swallowed dryly. How was I supposed to bring him pleasure when I wouldn't even be able to fit half of him in my mouth? This was his first time, it had to be good for him. I couldn't let him down. Not like the rest of the world had. "You're really big, Charlie, but it's not a bad thing. Remember, shapes and size doesn't matter?" I was actually rethinking that in this very moment. His size definitely mattered, or so said my poor mouth that was going to suffer from it.

Relief flooded Charlie's face, though, but only for a split second; the next moment it morphed into pleasure as I decided to try and wrap my hand around the base of him – as much of him as I could, anyway. When I squeezed him slightly, he let out a choked sound and jerked in my hand. "Ahh, Carly..."

My heart and possibly my ego swelled at the sight of him lying beneath me, a quivering mess. He was a six foot seven giant and a man in every aspect of the term; He might not have been a hundred percent human, but his responses were the same as any normal human man. To see him so undone and so on edge quite possibly drenched me. I had to remind myself that most of it was probably because of this being his first time, but the rest of it, that was all me.

– Perhaps there was an inner Dom inside me that had never flourished until now.

Shaking the thought from my head, I couldn't control myself anymore. Throbbing in my hand and breathing hard beneath me, Charlie was too inviting for me to not touch. I slowly begun pumping his hard length, hearing his breath turn into shallow wheezes. The veins in his shaft popped out harder and his mouth parted in a groan. His eyes met mine and hell, I almost came just then myself; he watched me with so much lust, I thought his glowing eyes were going to turn completely black. They were that expanded.

"Carly..." He rasped, his chest rising and falling with each pump I made. His thick head was turning a glistening pink and was leaking precūm already. "Carly... ahh, more..."

More. I didn't hesitate as I rearranged myself and then slowly moved my lips down to his tip. I kissed it and felt Charlie stiffen beneath me, hiss out a breath. When I slowly wrapped my lips around him, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He let out a small holler. His fists bunched in the sheets and slightly ripped it, but he never told me to stop when I slowly eased more of his impossible length inside me, sliding him along my tongue. He jerked and groaned loudly. "Carly! What are... what are you doing?"

"Do you trust me?" I asked once I'd pulled back to gaze up at him. He was looking down at me with bewildered, yet entranced eyes as I pumped his now slick length, his head shining with my saliva. I watched his throat bob, but then he nodded.

"I trust you with my life."

And funnily enough, I realized I did the same with him. If it didn't show then, it did the next second.

I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and heard him groan out as he hit the back of my throat, bumping it less than softly. Playtime was over; I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked on him, drew back, only to dip back down again and swallow about a third of his length. To be honest, I was surprised I could even take that much.

A loud thud behind me startled me, the same time my throat clamped down around him when he went as far as he could go. It sounded like a book hitting the floor, and the next second something ceramic hit it as well. 

"I can't control it," Charlie breathed in a ragged voice while I continued to suck him, maybe too lost to care, even as more stuff on his shelves started shaking and vibrating, as if trying to hover or perhaps trying not to. "It feels so good—Carly, I can't—"

I chose that moment to swirl my tongue around his head and tease his slit, the same time I gently cupped his heavy balls with my free hand. Charlie's sentence was left unfinished as his whole body twitched and then tensed up, a deep moan rumbling from his chest. Something snapped within him just then, but what it was, I couldn't tell. Only that he wasn't holding back anymore either.

Before I could fully finish my own stream of thoughts, I felt his hand grab a clump of my hair and hold it so tightly it hurt. The pain speared through my scalp and caused me to let out an involuntary whimper, but I quickly found the pain to be a turn on; As Charlie hissed and begun pumping himself into my mouth, pushing at the back of my head to force me to swallow him (an act I was surprised he even knew, if he actually did; Maybe it was instinct taking over?) I felt myself shudder and succumb to him. My jaw felt sprained, but I didn't care. The sensation of his thick cock sliding rapidly in and out of my warm mouth was too close a resemblance to how it would feel if he was doing the same between my legs.

Oh, God. Having him inside me, all close-to-eleven-inches buried deep inside my tight...

I moaned wantonly. The sound became strangled around Charlie's cock that continued to thrust into my mouth as he lost control, begun chanting my name until he with a final, deep thrust stiffened inside me. "Car...ly...!"

I nearly gagged. I was forced to swallow the first thick spurt of his cūm as he released inside my mouth, but then reeled back when more came – too much for me to contain. I then watched as Charlie continued to jerk through his climax, panting hard and breathing my name. Cūm tickled down his length as he shot a few more loads, but then sagged against the bed. He breathed hard through his open mouth, but then opened his eyes when he felt my lips on his semi-erect shaft, cleaning him up. I licked up everything, drunk on his flavor.

He was thicker than frosting. Headier than cognac. More savory than licorice.

And I. Couldn't. Get. Enough.

Not until another something inside Charlie snapped and he without warning yanked me to him and flipped us over; Pinned me beneath him. It all happened so fast, everything was a blur to me when his lips locked over mine, claiming them hard, dominantly. Possessed.

If I wasn't drunk before, I was now. My eyes fluttered shut and a docile sound echoed from my brutalized lips as he gripped my denim jeans and tore; tore them apart like they were a piece of paper.

Strong enough to lift a car, and strong enough to rip a 120 dollar pair of pants and a 80 dollars pair of panties, Charlie muscled his way in between my legs, released my lips and traveled down like I had. My heartbeat drummed out of control when I felt his breath then suddenly fan me there, right on my soaking folds that were begging for the same kind of release he had just gotten. Oh, sweet God.

"How do I pleasure you?" He asked, no hesitation or doubt in his deep voice. Only need. "Teach me, Carly."

"Here," I breathlessly replied and brought his hand to my aching core, adjusting his fingers so that his middle finger slid between my lower lips and found my clit. I automatically jolted when I made him swipe across it, instantly awakening my bundles of nerves. "Rub me hard. Don't stop unless I say so."

Charlie immediately followed my instructions and began rubbing. The air in my lungs vanished and my back arched up when he started rubbing from side to side slowly, rolling over my hardening bud. The pleasure was instant; I cried out and found that it was my turn to grasp the sheets to try and keep still. Impossible.

I could feel the pressure building up. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this sort of need, this sort of arousal. It was unparalleled to anything, and it wasn't because of the fact that Charlie was a Creature with powers.

No. It was everything he was and said and did – his whole being. It was him.

I moaned and felt my pussy clench as he continued to rub me, circling my sensitive clit with the pad of his finger with everything he had. I needed more. I couldn't get enough, but I still needed to feel more, still needed to feel his touch drive me so crazy, I couldn't string together a sentence anymore.

"Go faster, Charlie, faster," I therefore urged him, feeling him do just that. "Oh, God." My hips arched and my eyes snapped shut when he begun rubbing so fast, I couldn't lie still. My legs begun shaking and my breath sped up, my ōrgasm fast approaching. "Oh God, don't stop! Charlie! Charlie! Char—uuugh!"

I couldn't stop myself from crying when it happened, but Charlie never slowed down as I convulsed and jerked. I moaned and sobbed, twisted the sheets in my hands and snapped my legs shut around him. My ōrgasm completely consumed me. When I finally felt the tension ease, I exhaled hard and forced my eyes to open to find Charlie looking at me, lips parted in amazement. We stared at each other for a long moment, but then, what I realized was probably the inevitable, it happened.

Charlie pounced me.

I cried out loudly as he pushed my legs apart once more and then dived down on my flesh with his mouth – his tongue licking me up before I could utter a word. A shriek tore from me and my hands flew to his hair as he attacked my poor clit and begun lapping away at it until my legs clamped around his head. The air shot out of me and in no time, he was wringing out another climax from me, so quickly after the first.

"Oh, FUCK!" I boomed into the ceiling and came into his mouth with hard sobs. He drank me all up and groaned endlessly, kept sucking and licking like his survival depended on it. Or mine.

But the irony was, I think this might just be what killed me.

"Charlie," I moaned when he began kissing my inner thigh, grasping my legs and pushing them up to grant his broad frame more access. Sweet Mary, he wasn't done. "Charlie, I need..."

I thought I needed a break, but that was before his warm mouth latched over me again and his teeth scraped me. The animalistic rumble that came from him awakened my inner cave woman and had my legs parting submissively for him, an act he didn't take for granted. Even if I wanted to close my legs again, Charlie made that impossible as he placed his head firmly between them and pressed my thighs apart with his strong hands.

The blood inside me seemed to boil and all rushed to my head as I then felt him explore me; my first ōrgasms had been educational for him, an entry to female anatomy 101. Now that he knew which part to stimulate and which microscopic spots made me twitch and writhe, it was time for him to try out what he had learned.

And fuck me if I didn't wantonly volunteer as his own personal test dummy.

"Uuungh, Chaar...leeey," My voice raised into a pitch I had no idea my voice could make, but Charlie made it all possible as he parted my pussylips with two fingers and breathed me in. I shudder when his warm exhale fanned me, made me pulse openly at him.

And then, just a single finger touched my aching bud. Slick with his saliva and my juices, he rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves until my mouth shaped into an 'o' and my hips arched. I could feel myself leaking more juices, tickling down until a warm tongue caught them, drank them up with an earnest groan.

I was losing my mind. My legs quivered and my breath stuttered as he closed his lips around my labia again and pressed his tongue against my bud and kept flicking it until I felt another ōrgasm knot in my abdomen. I thought it was impossible until a throaty sound came from him, just as I heard the wet squishing of his lips mashing against my soaking folds that dripped for him. His tongue darting into my opening and caught my product.

"More... more, Carly, give me more..." He rumbled against my folds, his breath searing me. "I want... more..."

His voice was guttural and heavily coated in deep lust. He used two fingers to part my folds again, and then with a heavenly groan, sucked my clitoris into his mouth, grinding his tongue against my clit until he ripped a loud cry from my lips.

My ōrgasm came so fast, it surprised even myself. My breath vanished and my entire body was set on fire as the knot in my lower abdomen popped like a ballon and then gushed rivers of my cream into his mouth. Charlie moaned and instantly pressed his mouth harder against me while I cried into his bedroom ceiling.

I swear I was going blind. My vision reduced to a single small spot, until all I could see was a pinhole of light. My body wormed and writhed uncontrollably under Charlie as he slurped up everything he worked for – eating my pussy like it was fine cuisine and drinking all my cūm like it was vintage wine. I couldn't take this much pleasure, my body was convulsing like I was having a seizure, but Charlie didn't stop. It was like he was in a frenzy himself, lapping and drinking everything while groaning in need.

"Charlie, please," I breathed, twisting the pillows in my palms, almost tearing them apart as I felt him grind his tongue against my clit again, the smooth warmness of his tongue driving me batshit crazy. "Ah, Charlie, please... no more..."

"But I don't want to stop," He rasped as a reply, his hot breath fanning my red pussy. "I want to do this all night. Please can I? You taste so good, Carly... so good..."

His mouth latched onto my pussy again and had me letting out a small whimper. My hips rolled against his tongue, meshed against it as he used it like a little pestle. And bloody hell, he extracted my juices like he had done nothing else his whole life.

"Oh, God," I cried as I felt another impossible ōrgasm build up inside me. What was this? My fourth? Fifth? I'd lost count. I just knew I was going to shatter apart or quite possibly die if he didn't let up soon. My brain couldn't stand being so sexually charged, not by him. Not by whatever crazy Creature judo he was doing. "Char—Charlie!"

He hummed and slurped more of me down his throat, working with the way I kept grinding against him. He countered my every roll by moving with me, his head rhythmically following the writhing of my hips until his shoulders even did the same, his muscles rolling like a predator kneeling before his prey.

Holy shit. I was his prey.

Without warning, Charlie pinched my clit between two fingers and pulled, then pressed his mouth over it and rolled it between his teeth.

And that was it for me.

Calling into the ceiling, my back arched and I came apart all over him. My thighs clammed around him and probably suffocated him, but I couldn't control any muscle in my body in that moment. I gushed and cried as Charlie heartily drank up everything, the wet squishing and slushing of his mouth mashing against my pussy to catch it all.

And then I fell into the pillows, completely spent. I literally couldn't move an inch.

Sagging out a breath, I almost choked as my eyes dropped to Charlie who looked up from between my legs, panting as hard as I was. His whole entire fucking face glistened with my juices, his lips swollen like my pussylips; pink and wet. He licked them slowly, his glowing magenta eyes zoning in on mine with a darkening look.

Predator; prey.

"No more," I whispered as he climbed out from between my legs – a new giant erection protruding from his hips. The head glistened with need. Oh, God. "Charlie, no more. I can't, I'm too spent, too sensitive... I can't..."

He didn't say anything as he slowly crawled in over me and settled right on top of me, staring down into my eyes with those hypnotic, enthralling irises. Oh, how beautiful they were... but currently also in this moment hungry. Insatiable.

"I want you," He spoke, his deep voice resonating from his chest. "I want to be inside you, Carly. Will you let me? Please," He whispered, leaning down to my lips, hovering just above them so I could smell my arousal all over his face. "Let me be inside you... let me fill you up..."

Oh, fuck. What the hell had I initiated? Charlie had no idea what he was truly asking me for, but I knew – and I also knew what would happen if I let him.

"Not tonight," I therefore whispered and closed my eyes when I couldn't keep them open anymore. I felt the weight of his body curl up to mine, a heavy, muscled arm wrapping securely around my waist and locking me against a rock-hard chest. "Not tonight..."

Because in this moment, I just realized how big a mistake this had been.

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And everyone was so excited, lmao.