Free Six Months To Love: Charlotte's Redemption by Christina Leija

because unlike his dad, he always said his mom actually listened.
    Charlotte laid her head down on her soft pillow ready to doze off and let slumber take her away from reality. Charlotte’s mind however had other plans. She was physically and emotionally exhausted and yet somehow she couldn’t help but run the day’s events back over and over in her head. She was still angry with herself that she cared about John and truth be told, she was still in love with him and missed him more than she’s ever missed anyone, and that was what made her mad.
    A knock at the door woke Charlotte from her deep sleep. Still groggy she drug herself to the door. Once she opened it, Charlotte froze at the tawny skinned Sex-God in front of her. John stood in her door way with wet hair and rain drops on his shirt. He looked sad and helpless, Charlotte didn’t know what took ahold of her, instead of slamming the door in his face, and she hugged him and buried her face in his neck and took his scent in.
    He smelled warm and inviting with the soft hint of sweat and sweets. The man was simply dreamy and delectable. All hate had gone out of Charlotte, all she wanted to do now was strip his clothes in the hall way and beg John to take her.
    John took ahold of her in a possessive way. He grabbed her waist pulling her towards him and burying his face in the nape of her neck. John was drunk from her scent. Charlotte felt him grow bigger against him, never had been aggressive with her and honestly it should frighten her but at this moment she was turned on by the aggressive nature that possessed him and all she wanted was to ride him until he begged for mercy.
    Charlotte pulled her t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, she swore she could see John grow even bigger, which she thought couldn't be possible, at the site of her nearly naked. His gaze gave her a sense of power that she enjoyed thoroughly.
    John kissed her so fiercely that Charlotte knew he truly loved her and only she mattered in his life. She jumped to wrap her legs around his waist and slid her panties sideways to slip onto his throbbing hard cock. Johns head swam with ecstasy at the feel of her wet and ready for him. Barely being able to focus on walking, John gently pushed Charlotte against a wall in the kitchen. He matched her thrusts, following the rhythm of her body.
    Charlottes head swamp with pleasure as he matched her pace stroke for stroke. She burned with desire over his aggressive tone and continued possessiveness over her body. Before Charlotte could stop herself, immense pleasure burned through her and her body spasm with a release that she thought she might faint from. John gave her no mercy and moved her from the wall to the counter top, while he continued and quickened his strokes.
    Now bending over the counter, John grabbed her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples between his fingers, intensifying her long orgasm. Charlotte begged for mercy, but John gave none.
    John smacked Charlotte on the butt and grabbed her ass in a passionate, non-forceful way but commanding way. In her ear he whispered just three words… You Are Mine. Charlotte wasn’t scared of those words or frightened of john, instead her heart swelled with the love she felt from him. His protectiveness over her and their love was almost too much to bear. How she had longed to have someone truly love and care for her and her son. To have that love she had only saw in movies or read in books.
    John turned her around and led her to the bed. Charlotte thrust her hips against his hand riding him harder and harder begging for her orgasm to come. Her body felt hot and the release of tension building was too much to handle. His look made her feel sexy and raw.  He dipped his head down for a taste of her release. John savored every bit as she squirmed and begged for him to enter her. He separated the folds and swirled his tongue around her clit while his fingers played inside her, making her squirm. John roared deep