Chapter 3
Charlie
Best. Decision. Ever.
Adele was so right. There’s nothing wrong with a one-off from The Big Plan where a hot man is concerned. Especially on your birthday.
Lance hits all my buttons. Especially—oh!—I arch as he affixes his lips around my c**t and sucks hard. Charm Boy has all the moves. Which I expected. A player’s great when you’re playing, right?
He’s not in a hurry, but he keeps the pace elevated. I don’t have time to catch my breath or adjust to the pleasure before he screws a finger inside me. He plunges it in and out a couple times, then massages my inner wall with a stroking that makes me go wild. I nearly kick him in the head, I'm so out of my mind.
“Lance,” I pant.
“That’s right, baby. Say my name when you feel good.”
“I feel good,” I admit. I have nothin
