Chapter 173

With a gentle shove to his chest, she pushed him backward; Howard fell onto the mattress, sprawling across the cool silk, propped on elbows as his eyes devoured her. Charlotte stepped back, hooking thumbs into her dress straps, shimmying it down her body in a slow reveal—full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard peaks begging for his mouth, and her slick pussy already glistening with arousal as the fabric pooled at her feet. Naked perfection, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her wet heat hovering just above his throbbing cock.
He surged up, capturing her lips in a deep, devouring kiss—tongues tangling fiercely, tasting wine and want—but she broke it with a gasp, grinding her soaked folds along his length. "I'm riding you tonight," she purred, hazel eyes blazing down at him, one hand guiding his thick head to her entrance, teasing herself with the blunt tip.
Howard groaned, hands gripping her hips, blue eyes dark with surrender. "I'm all yours, sweetheart," he rasped, voice rough with need, thrusting up shallowly to nudge her clit. "Ride me. Use this cock—fuck yourself on it until you cum all over me. Make me yours."