Free Charlie's Angel by Aurora Rose Lynn

Charlie trailed burning kisses from her navel and in between her breasts. Her skin tingled with awareness. Was Charlie setting fire to every cell in her body?
    He pressed his hard erection against her wet channel and gave a low groan.
    When he hefted himself to his elbows on either side of her, his ravenous gaze met hers. Roxie reached up and ran her fingertip along his lower lip. His tongue darted out and licked the appendage before he took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it.
    “Don’t,” she murmured, focusing her gaze on him.
    Dancing gray eyes stared back at her, giving her the impression he was imprinting her face in his memory. He released her finger. Cool air enveloped the soft skin of the pad. “Don’t what?”
    She pretended to shift under him although his weight was fully on his elbows. “I…”
    Did she know what she wanted?
    “You want me to stop turning you on even more and thrust inside you?” His lips curved in a small smile of amusement.
    “Yes, that’s it.” Her mind must have become addled by his nearness, by the strength of his beautiful, naked body.
    “Your wish is my command,” he responded lightly, reaching between them. His cool fingers parted her entrance and slowly, he began to ease into her slick passage.
    Inch by inch, his big cock slipped into her, filling her so completely she had to suck in a breath.
    Charlie abruptly stopped. “Are you okay, Roxie?”
    Her fake name on his lips sounded foreign and harsh. She resisted the strong urge to turn away, to murmur her real name, but forced herself to lick her lips instead to steady herself.
    “Yes,” she managed on an exhalation. She didn’t know if he took her affirmation at face value.
    He frowned. “Roxie, if I’m hurting you then I need to stop. I’m not that kind of guy to force a woman.”
    “I know that.” She dredged up a grin.
    Unmoving, Charlie looked away, his features set in melancholy lines. Was he fighting the bad from his past? After all, wealth and luxury didn’t always bring happiness.
    When his gaze returned to her, he said, “Why don’t we do a sixty-nine, then both of us are in control.”
    Roxie couldn’t help herself. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. “No. I want you, just like this.” She clenched her vaginal muscles around his cock playfully to physically reiterate her message.
    The sadness in his gray gaze dissipated, and his lips curved in a smile, even as tiny crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. She was relieved he’d relaxed.
    “I’m so wound up,” he told her, beginning to thrust deeply into her again.
    Her eyes widened again in question.
    “I’m with this beautiful woman, and I’m scared to hell of making a mistake with her.”
    Roxie placed her arms around his neck and drew his face closer to her own. “I don’t think you can make a mistake when it comes to me,” she murmured, lowering his head further and pressing her lips against his. Some of his weight transferred to her, erotically squeezing her aching breasts. She shimmied under him, and an inexplicable joy bubbled through her. Wasn’t she free? When she’d made love to Charlie, she could simply leave, without regret.
    Her spine rocked with his thrusting in and out from her pussy. She gave him a flirty smile, and etched a fingertip along his right brow. The hair was so fine, so soft. Then she traced the contour of the bridge of his nose, and her whole body seemed to become a live wire of raw emotion.
    Charlie’s face had scrunched up into muscles that mirrored his intense concentration. Roxie shut her eyes, and all the sounds around her magnified. The little grunts of exertion from above her. The blood roaring through her veins.
    Her muscles tensed in anticipation as Charlie’s cock plunged in and out of her channel. She contracted her vaginal muscles and gripped him in a tight hold. His breathing was raspy and hoarse. He was about to climax. If she held on for just one more second, they’d sheer off