They warned you about him, his ways of being, who he was, Charles Bronson or Michael Peterson as his real name goes. You just knew him as Charlie, the tall muscle build man with a mustache that would sleep in your bed, make you breakfast in the morning, sing a bit in the afternoons while he drew something and sometimes make you tea after supper.

Most days you would just try and figure him out, but would come to a clear stop seeing that Charlie was a bit of a sociopath in that sense, he was great with people and he was great at manipulating people into thinking what he wanted, but he took care of you, he protected you and when you fucked he would make you feel things you never thought where possible.

He would let you cling onto his back with your nails, breathe in his skin and feel his weight crush you as his hips moved up against your center filling you completely.
-"Charlie" his name echoed as you inhaled looking at him, -"Hmm" he hummed bracing his head on your side, -"I love you"
His body stopped up and he raised his head up looking at you like you just told him you where pregnant, that shock and surprise was making you worry.

He swallowed and a low rumble traveled through his chest, -"What?"
You looked at him wide eyed, -"Nothing, just keep going" you faked a smile and pushed your heels into his arse to make him move again, he didnt instead he just watched you for a moment, his hand cupping the side of your face, -"Look at me, pet"

-"Charlie, please" you mused looking away.
-"Look at me!" he ordered and you obeyed.
-"Say that again" he mumbled while kissing you gently, rising his chest into yours, and moved his hips back in a slow pace, grasping your thigh with his other hand.
-"I love you" you gasped weakly.

-"Again!" he rested his head back on your shoulder and you caught onto what he wanted, he wanted you.
-"I love Charlie" you repeated embracing his torso and clutching your fingers into the side of his muscles, burying your face to his chest breathing him in, the scent that was him would only bring you a feeling of safety.

-"Pet" he groaned tensing up again, you could sense that he was about to come by the frailty he showed, you had never seen such a big man cave under the feeling of an orgasm before like you had seen with him, he became soft and innocent for a moment.

His face looked over you again as he leaned his forehead against yours, and his breathing became more intense, a quiet groan slipped his lips and he shook as he came inside of you. You just stroked over his back and his face, smiling.
-"I love you"
Charlie“s eyes opened and they where glossy, a single tear fell from his eye down on your throat rolling at the side, gazing up at him you didnt known what to say.

His head tilted down grazing his lips against yours, -"Thank you for loving me, pet"