#Chapter 129: Some Words Are So Hard to Say

Charles’ hand slid across my wet skin in between my legs. He turned me and bent me over. And I braced my hands on the tile on the floor. He pressed his hard tip against my crease and then gripped my hips, shoving himself inside. I moaned and pressed my hips back into him. Rather than a solid rhythm like he usually did, he would thrust deeply a few times, then tease the outer edges with the head of his penis. Then he’d glide back and forth before a rapid series of little thrusts. The sound of his wet skin slapping against mine blended in with the sound of the falling water in the shower. I braced myself, my legs parting wider, begging him to bury the entire length of his shaft within me. He obliged, his thrusts now becoming longer and firmer as he rammed himself all the way up inside me to the base of his cock. I panted, trying not to inhale water that ran across my shoulders and down, dripping from my head. Faster and faster, he worked against my body until, finally, I let out a m