Her flesh beneath my fingertip, the warmth her body brings me as she lies beneath me— both fire me up inside. Cherie is all the heaven I'll ever want, need, or ask for.

I've had her— my heart, my heaven, my angel...I've had her for all these years healing and mending one another from our scathed pasts.

For me she is the only higher being there is. She's given me a man-made paradise & I'll follow her til the end of time.

My lips trace familiar paths of pleasure as her breath hitches in her throat, I press myself against her, every tingling sensation from the taste of her skin makes me quiver impatiently. Feeling her legs tightly wrap around me, her thighs clench my waist, pushing my hardened shaft between her legs.

"Someone's eager this morning," She mumbles the words on top my lips, forming her mouth on mine as my tongue finds hers, swapping our heat.

I don't answer with words, too captivated by my horny, dry humps. I can feel her moistening the cloth of my boxers with every grind, the cotton fabric becoming warm with precum.

Lifting off of her, the outline of her body: delicate, soft, tender and beautiful. To me she will always be the only one to flick the feverish flame in my heart, while also sending the blood pumping in my veins down to my center.

My hands slowly run up her legs, slide across her thighs— no panties in sight. Just the way I like.

"Give it to me slow, Papi," The way she groans her demand makes my cock bounce. "Who's eager now?,"

I chuckle softly as my fingers find her entrance, "Wet for Papi already...," My tongue slides up her folds, lapping her flavor on the tip.

Her hands mingle in my hair, pressing my mouth onto her mound. Pursing my lips while spreading hers open, I suck her clit into my mouth quickly, "ahhh, Papi...," I build her up, experimenting with relentless tongue kisses, swirling circles on her clit.

Her legs shake around me, I can feel her thighs flex and relax around my face. I hold them down, steadying myself to glide up her body: sensual...slow... My tongue passes her navel, my teeth nip to tease the skin of her stomach up to her chest.

"Mmmmmm," A sigh of gratitude vibrates my up my throat as I grab handfuls of her tits, smothering my face between them, sucking her nipple into my mouth, pulling hard, "Ooooh, yes- yes!," I blow on her now wet skin as I dip my fingers inside of her at the same time, the cool air slowly perking her nipple hard.

Her fingertips trace the outline of my sideburns, "Fill me up," She purrs in my ear, firing me higher as she whimpers when I replace my fingers with the girth of my manhood, shoving all of me as deep as I can go. I've got to hold on tight, my arms wrap around her, keeping her body as still as possible underneath me.

Steady, tantalizing pumps move my hips in a delicious circle of pleasure. "Ooooooh," I let each moan tumble out of my lips to spill into her mouth.

Our exchange is a vocal opera, heightening each moan into a shrieking whine as I begin to slam into her. Picking up the pace, my cock is soaked, my hairs drenched with every sticky squirt of orgasm I deliver.

Her fingernails claw my shoulders, she holds me tightly as my body begins to shake uncontrollably, begging to explode. As I throw my head back, jaw slacked, gurgling roars trapped in my throat, she kisses me sweetly. First pecking the lining of my collar bone, up to my neck, pulling me back down to her as I shut my eyes tightly trying to reach climax.

"Cum for me, Papi....arghhhh-YES! YES! YES!!," Her hips start to mirror my movements, her walls squeeze my cock from the inside, and I can't hold out any longer.

"Fuuuuuuck!," My cum seeps out of me shooting a quick release, "Yes— Freddie! Papi— Yes! Don't stop!," like a shock to my system, I keep going knowing that rubbing her this way sends her over the edge.

I wait for her body to shudder, for her head to fall back on the pillow and that sigh of pure bliss. I whimper as my pumps slow down, frozen to my pleasure, eyes rolling back I see stars as my drip slows and my body crumbles on top of her.

"Freddie...," She says my name through a quick yawn. I roll off of her, pulling her with me so she's laid in my arms. "Yes, Angel...," I cuddle my head into the crook of her neck.

She brushes my hair down, the natural curl of my ends stubbornly going astray. Her hands rub over the stubble on my chin, scratching her palms. "How are you feeling about today? Do you think you'll be up for it after all?,"

Closing my eyes to the feeling of her loving caress, I take a slow breath in before attempting to look up to see her face clearly again.

I haven't brought it up yet. The fact that I've blurry vision, practically none at all from time to time. In my defense, what is there to say? All the symptoms are clear for us to face, but she has her own troubles. She doesn't need to worry. Besides, I am going to that bachelor party.

"I feel glorious! Thanks to that morning shag," pinching her chin with my fingers I bring her lips to me quickly, but barely taste a lick. "I'm more than just your morning shag— I hope you remember that with all the prepositions you'll receive tonight,"

"Hmmmm, don't be ridiculous. I've got to show my boy what a night out should be!,"

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"Don't stop me now! I'm having a good time good time—,"

"Please fucking STOP!," Fuck. I didn't think telling him my Dad was coming would make him start to karaoke bloody Queen songs!

"Awwwh, cheer up Rich! It's your big night. Daddy won't take all the shine away from you..," My friend teases as he turns the music dial down in the limo.

"Yeah, whatever we have planned those old dudes won't be able to keep up for long!," Rufus snickers.

"Especially my dad—,"

"Your dad is coming, too!? Ughhhhhh!," I groan, throwing my drink back and reaching over Michael for the rest of the champagne bottle.

It's bad enough that Michael is here. Now I've got to think about my dad and uncles showing up to my bachelor party, too. Not that I wanted to have a stripper or anything like that— I mean, I wouldn't mind it, but that's not realistic with my fiancé's entire family basically tagging along.

Reaching into my pocket to answer my phone, I get excited for half a minute while opening Laura's text message. That is...until I reach the end.

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Oooh this is a fucking joke! Seriously!?

"Rufus—pass that," Taking the bottle to my lips this time, I start to chug what's left. "There, feel better, mate?,"

Ignoring the group of friends surrounding me, I sit back in my seat looking out of the open window, letting my hand catch the breeze. I have to distract myself from nibbling on my lips or Laura will have to kiss a chapped mess on our wedding day.

I pull the hidden chain from around my neck forward, outside of my collar. My fingers fumble with the old, rusted chain. I know everyone makes fun of me when I wear it— especially Charlie!

It's old looking and not the classiest accessory, but I don't care. It's my good luck charm, so I rub the clover between my fingers absently, while trying to calm myself as the limo comes to a stop in front of the pub.

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It's been, what?

Maybe, a couple of weeks.

3 weeks. . .

Alright— a month! It's been a whole goddamn month since I found out my best friends is Charlie's brother. Well, I mean, they're twins. But Richie is one of those "silent but deadly" type of guys.

At almost all times, since I've known him, Richie's been a really chill, laid back guy. The exception to this almost always cool temperament? His twin sister, Charlie.

Aren't I a lucky guy? Richie's gonna kill me.

And of course, she had to be more than just beautiful. She's intoxicating. Her laugh, her smile....the way she leans her shoulder into my chest, flirtatiously brushing up against me whenever I make her blush.

I think that's her number one move. I think that's how she got me. Because everytime she would lean into me, her hair would tickle my nose, letting the scent of her sweet smelling perfume linger.

I think I'm in trouble here.

"Spooner! Get your head out of the clouds. You can't be drunk already!?"

Our eyes connect from across the room and in an instant I feel as though I'm sitting in the space between oxygen and strangulation.

I can't breathe.

Am I breathing?

She takes my breath away, yet inflates my heart at the same damn time.

My heads a static mess. I make no sense. What am I talking about? She probably doesn't even want to talk to me.

My heart beats a'pounding outta my chest. I feel like an adrenaline serum has been infused into my bloodstream. She frightens me. She scares me so much it excites me. I've never felt this way before, and— Ah! She's gorgeous, really she is!

She strolls into the bar, head held high, shoulders pushed back. I can't help my glances, these decisions aren't up to me! Where my eyes lie is involuntary— I'll make no apologies.

Her tits are perfect- you try to look away, but it's damn near impossible. As she glides closer to our table, every drooling fool in her path break their necks to watch her round hips sway.

"Hiii boys!," She playfully blows Richie a kiss, side-eyeing me quickly when her twin rolls his eyes. "What are we doing? Watching a ballet!? Get the fuck up and party! I got the shots!,"

She doesn't even wait for one of us to respond. I chuckle fondly as she walks away, flinging cash out of her purse and showering it over Richie's lap. "There. For the stripper," My hand covers my widening smile.

She's a feisty one, I can tell. But I like a challenge, and Charlie Mercury will be mine, sooner or later.

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