I Kidnapped My Ex On His Wedding Day

Chapter 9

CHARLIE

Fùck! My whole body was practically on fire. It felt like something inside me just snapped awake—something I hadn't felt in forever.

My skin was burning, and so was his.

I could still feel the raw heat of his lips, and before I knew it, I totally lost control and kissed him back.

I grabbed his face, gripping his jaw as I answered his wild, aggressive kisses. He let out a rough groan that only made me ache for him more.

He lowered me down, keeping my back pressed flat against the wooden wall while I stood.

Oh, fùck. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to fight it, but how the hell was I supposed to do that when I was already dripping wet and throbbing from him? Especially when he had yanked down my pants and panties, burying his face right between my legs?

My hands instantly tangled in his hair, and a helpless whimper slipped past my lips at what he was doing to me.

His mouth and tongue were so damn hot. It felt incredible—like all those years we spent apart just melted away in a second.

He was the only one who could ever turn me inside out like this, and I never, ever thought I’d feel this way with him again.

I completely gave in, wanting to spread my legs wider, but my pants were still caught around my knees. So, I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back to get him out of the way.

He looked up at me, his lips glistening from tasting me.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, stripped off my pants and panties, and shoved them aside. Then I grabbed his hair again and aggressively shoved his face right back down where it belonged.

He didn't disappoint. The scorching heat of his tongue started flicking wildly against my core again, right before I felt his fingers slowly tracing circles over my most sensitive spot.

He slid two fingers deep inside me, stroking fast while sucking down my juices. As the seconds ticked by, he sped up until my eyes rolled back from pure pleasure. I was gripping his hair so tight because I knew I’d collapse if I let go.

"Ahhhh.... CJ!" I screamed out his name as I crashed over the edge.

While I was still shaking, he suddenly stood up, stripped off all his clothes in one fluid motion, and I caught a quick flash of his thick, hard còck twitching. Before I could even process it, he scooped me up, carried me over to the bed, and dropped me on the edge as we both stared at the mattress.

I just realized how amazing my father was for building this cabin and all the furniture inside, especially the bed—this wasn't just a bare wooden frame; it actually had a mattress, even if it was covered in a thick layer of dust since the last time I was here.

He stepped between my legs, smashing his lips into mine in another fierce, desperate kiss.

"Take off your top, and I'll handle the bed," he murmured, pulling back just enough to start stripping the old, dusty sheet off the mattress.

I just stared at him for a second, shaking my head as I started pulling off my shirt.

While undressing, I walked over to the cabinet I checked earlier and grabbed a fresh bedsheet, pillowcases, and a blanket.

I tossed them right at him, and he caught them with one hand, flashing me a còcky wink as he quickly laid out the clean sheet. Meanwhile, I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and let it drop to the floor.

You have to hand it to Christian James—he works fast. He had the bed made in seconds and was stepping toward me when I threw a hand up to stop him.

"C'mon," he murmured, stroking his hard length with a hand.

"You haven't even changed the pillowcases yet," I pointed out, gesturing to the pillows lying in the dust.

"That can wait," he grinned, before lunging forward, grabbing my waist, and shoving me flat onto my back.

The second I hit the mattress, I tried to scoot up toward the head of the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled, catching my ankles and dragging me right back down to the edge.

I didn't even bother fighting him about it.

He spread my thighs wide and knelt right between my legs, teasing me by letting the heavy, blunt head of his còck drag against my wet folds.

Just that little game made my core throb violently, my juices spilling out even before he had even pushed his length inside.

I bit my lower lip, watching him playfully slap his dìck against my drenched skin, losing my damn mind from the anticipation.

He traced the tip of his còck in circles slowly over my entrance. I was so freaking wet, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fùck, CJ, just put it in," I snapped, completely frustrated and desperate.

He just smirked and froze.

If he wasn't going to give me the money he promised and was going to leave me hanging like this, I swear to God I was going to shoot him.

He grinned, holding up two fingers instead.

"What do you want me to put in? These?" he whispered right before sliding them deep inside me, driving his fingers in and out at a punishing, rapid pace.

I started moaning again, completely overwhelmed by his fingers.

My hips bucked off the mattress on their own because of how deep and fast he was hitting me.

"Feels amazing, doesn't it? So you better not cut off these fingers of mine, or you're the one suffering," he murmured in my ear. My brain completely went blank. I couldn't even process his words because the pleasure was too much, right until I grabbed his wrist to stop him as another brutal climax hit me.

He had only used his mouth, tongue, and fingers so far, and yet my whole world felt like it was already ending.

My legs were shaking, and his touch had left me a complete, moaning mess.

Fùck! I hate it, but I want him to claim me tonight.