Pitbabe S2, Chapter 26 pg 1

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 26 pg 1

   BABE:

   If our minds clicked as perfectly as our desires do in bed, things might’ve been better. Maybe we wouldn’t have broken up.

   “Mmm…”

   And if you asked how well our bodies respond to each other, I’d say it’s to the point where I’m left speechless, with no room for any other thoughts. Only my body is awake and thrilled, eagerly receiving and savoring every touch from my ex, who shows no sign of wanting to reconcile but also no sign of being any less captivated by me.

   Charlie’s making my heart race.

   How can he be so gentle and rough at the same time? I can’t find a clear answer. All I know is he’s a master at making me excited, my heart pounding, my body trembling. Not once do I feel scared or repulsed when he buries his face between my thighs. He acts humble, ready to serve and obey my every command. But the terrifying part is, the more he indulges me, the more I feel like I’m the one enslaved to him. I’m defenseless, writhing under him, toes curling from overwhelming desire. No matter how many times we’ve been together, if he decides to toy with me until I’m undone, I have no hope of winning.

   Charlie isn’t in a rush, as if he’s planned to play with me all night. He pauses to let me catch my breath, brings water to sip for my thirst, but a full meal? That’s too much, and I don’t complain. Even though I haven’t eaten since morning, this gorgeous guy—my favorite ex—feels like a feast. Just having him close, teasing and touching, I think I’ll be full until tomorrow.

   My ex takes his time with foreplay. Of course, before we hit the bed, he gave me plenty of space to tend to myself. He did scratch at the door and whine a bit (worried I’d go as far as showering and brushing my teeth again), but he was understanding about my limits. And the moment I stepped out of the bathroom, he spoiled me rotten. Charlie always says I’m the one sacrificing more when it comes to sex, but honestly, I don’t fuss over it that much. After all, he always makes it worth my while.

   “Ah… Papa,” I can’t help but moan when he’s on top, moving in rhythm. His firmness fills me, physically and emotionally. My heart feels like it’s about to burst, but I don’t want to stop for even a second. It’s the kind of torment I’ve always craved, and if I died right now, I wouldn’t regret a thing.

   “Does it hurt?”

   He acts like it’s our first time every time.

   “You think it hurts when it feels this good?” I reply softly, brushing back his sweaty hair, spreading my legs a bit wider. I can tell this isn’t enough to satisfy the greedy guy.

   “Just in case you’re hurting and not telling me.”

   “It’s never hurt.”

   “Good then.”

   “Because of your thing being small, Papa.”

   If it were any other guy, being mocked like that would’ve made him red with anger or shriveled his confidence to the point of giving up. But Charlie just laughed. Not only was he unfazed, he seemed to enjoy hearing it. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on my lips, while sliding an arm under my right knee, then slowly but deeply pressing himself closer.

   “Yeah, that’s all I’ve got,” he easily accepted my jab, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hips moved, thrusting firmly, making my body jolt uncontrollably.

   “Hope you don’t get bored too soon.”

   I wanted to say something back, but first, I had to survive. Just gasping enough air to breathe was a struggle. My body felt twisted out of shape, my lower stomach in turmoil, as my skilled ex targeted strange spots I wasn’t used to. It felt like I was on the verge of heaven, but every time I got close, I was yanked back down. Torturous, yet so beautiful.

   “Not talking anymore?” Charlie laughed deeply, seeing me with my mouth agape, body curled like a shrimp. I placed a hand on his lower stomach, instinctively pushing him away several times because the spot he was hitting was so intense I couldn’t keep up. “Why’re you pushing… want me to stop?”

   “No… not that,” I forced out with all my strength.

   “Then what’s wrong?”

   He sounded concerned, but showed no sign of holding back.

   “It’s weird, Papa… just a sec.”

   Until I finally begged.

   “Okay,” Charlie replied with a smile, pausing that relentless rhythm. He leaned down to hug me, kissing along my jaw, chin, and the crook of my neck. He seemed so happy with this round of sex. I had no idea what thoughts were racing through his head. “Didn’t like it just now?”

   “It’s not that I didn’t like it,” I answered softly, catching my breath after what felt like a nonstop rollercoaster. “It was just… a bit much.”

   “Too intense?”

   “Like that, and now you’re all talkative,” he teased.

   “Hey! I just wanted to know how it felt,” Charlie chuckled lightly in his throat. His relaxed demeanor was hard not to admire. Earlier, I’d deliberately teased him about his size—a sensitive topic most guys, including me, would get heated over. But Charlie? He was different.

   He showed me what real confidence looks like.

   His confidence wasn’t about shouting to the world how great he is. It was about standing firm, unshaken by mockery or insults. And Charlie has always been like that. Others might think he lacks confidence because he rarely boasts about his strengths or talents (unless he’s trying to win or mess with someone). But that’s not because he doesn’t see his own worth—quite the opposite. He knows exactly how valuable he is, so he never needs to prove it to anyone.

   And if we’re talking about how I just teased him, that’s pretty solid evidence that what I said isn’t true. But others might not be able to prove it. So, I volunteer to be the only one in the world to confirm that Charlie is nowhere near the term “little down there.”

   Otherwise, how could he make me cry? Think about it.

   “If you don’t want it like before, let’s switch positions,” Charlie said calmly. He pulled back, his eyes scanning my body as if memorizing every move. “So, how do you do your favorite position?”

   “Ugh…” His mocking tone and expression were so irritating that I lightly kicked his stomach. Of course, it didn’t make him feel bad. Charlie clutched his stomach dramatically but kept chuckling. “You talk too much.”

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