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❝𝕾𝖊𝖝 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊,❞

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(A/N: Smut in this chapter!)

| January 5th, 1965 |

Charlotte's POV

John slips his hand under her shirt and begins to fondle her breasts, and instead of stopping him, she reaches under the blanket and pulls his shirt off swiftly. He does the same to her admiring her body as he attaches his lips to her nipple, rubbing the other in circles. Charlotte gasps in pleasure and holds back moans.

John hesitantly stops and slips off his pants and his boxers at the same time, leaving him completely naked and her topless.

"I can't be the only starkers can I?" He smirks, pulling her clothes off lustfully.

She feels his calloused skin caress hers as he takes off her pants and knickers, leaving her naked as well.

John kisses her passionately, his hand roaming around her body, causing her nerves to spike at the sudden arousal. Charlotte moans as he slips his finger inside of her, making her lift her leg slightly so he could have more leverage. John adds another finger, pumping it in and out extremely fast. He dragged his tongue across her skin around her collarbone, searching for her sweet spot.

Once he found it, he began sucking and biting at it, which made Charlotte let out a small moan, stirring the pot to John's lustful desires. He shoved another finger inside of her, curling them at the end so hit her sensitive spot deep within.

"O—Oh my god, J—John," She breathed, scratching his back.

"Not yet, I'm not finished with ya, I wanna enjoy this for as long as possible," John removed his hand from in between her legs and put them in his mouth, sucking them. "I want another taste~"

He moved down until he was eye-level with her dripping pussy. John opens her legs and flicks his tongue over her clit, causing her to flinch. He chuckles to himself and presses his face between her legs, moving his tongue expertly all around her.

"H—How are you so g—good at this?" Charlotte grasps the sheets tightly, keeping her mouth shut from any more moans.

"Better than Georgie?" John asks, but his speech was muffled.

"D—Don't say his name, I don't wanna think about him r—right now," She furrowed her brows in anger, irritated by how much control John has over her.

He smeared his tongue all over her core, nearly sending Charlotte over the edge, but she remained calm and refrained from moaning at all. But she couldn't stop the knot in her stomach that developed quickly from becoming unraveled. She released all of her juices into John's mouth as he devoured it all like it was his last meal.

"I'm so glad ya came around, I've always wondered what it would feel like to be inside of you," John guided her to lay under him as he aligned himself in front of her.

"This is a one time thing—" Charlotte whimpered in surprise and pleasure as she felt his erect penis enter her body.

He stopped moving as he shoved the tip in, allowing her to get used to his length. John became impatient and just completely entered her, thrusting back and forth. She arched her back as she felt him go faster, feeling him inside of her. He cursed profusely as he quickened his pace, slamming his hips into hers. Luckily, she couldn't feel pain, or else she'd be feeling really uncomfortable since he was going so rough.