The door is unlocked
Charlie glanced at her text once more, Santana had sent that nearly fifteen nearly half an hour ago, and despite the fact that she wanted to simply rush in there, and strip off her clothes. She needed to remain in control, she wasn't going to get overstimulated and just lose herself quickly. She exhales slowly before testing the door, it was indeed unlocked and she enters quickly, closing the door quietly and making sure it was locked.
There's a soft buzz that fills the air, and Charlie moves to the bedroom, stopping and watching Santana's body writhe on the bed, there's a slight sheen of sweat on her body as she gasps loudly, and arches her body upward. "Fuck." Charlie practically whispers and watches as Santana's eyes open and focus on her. At least she has a moment of looking at her before her eyes seemingly glaze over and she closes them, jutting her chest out slightly.
Charlie grimaces in discomfort and glances down at her waist. She was practically busting out of her pants, and she reaches for the button and the zipper freeing herself. She groans and looks over at Santana as she allows her pants to fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, she takes a few steps forward climbing onto the bed between Santana's quivering legs. She reaches forward wanting to feel Santana underneath her but hesitates for a moment.
Santana's eyes snap open she had felt Charlie clamber onto the bed, and she had expected to be taken rather roughly, but Charlie was just staring at her with her hand outstretched. It takes her a few moments to realize that Charlie wasn't just going to slam herself in. "For fucks sake I don't know how much clearer I can be about the fact that I want you to fuck me! What the hell is wrong with you—" She's cut off by Charlie's lips on hers, and she resists the urge to bite Charlie's lip. This wasn't a kissing situation, it was a fucking situation. Clearly the twat-waffle couldn't read the damn—she groans into the kiss as she feels Charlie sliding into her. There was little resistance she was practically dripping wet.
Charlie pulled away from Santana, glad that the kiss had managed to silence her as she grunts, she could feel the toy that Santana had in her ass and it was a new sensation she had never felt before. Sure, she'd done the occasional threesome with Quinn but never like this. She didn't want her dick in the same vicinities as Quinn's at any given point in time. But she'd clearly been missing out. And Santana was so wet and slick, Charlie groans and begins to pump her hips slowly. "Shit."
Santana grips Charlie's shoulder tightly, making sure that Charlie turned to look at her. "Fuck me," Santana hisses at Charlie. "I need you to fuck me and make me your little slut for tonight," Santana says her breath hitching when Charlie's hip movement angles upward, hitting all her favorite spots. "Fuck."
Charlie grunts her hips begin to move on their own accord, she'd wanted this since she'd witnessed the fucking video, and her lips curl upwards into a smirk, "Is that what you want?" Charlie demands adjusting her body. "Is that what you need?" Charlie taunts as she removes herself from Santana's pussy, the wetness dripping from her dick.
"God damnit you—" Santana groans in frustration glaring at Charlie angrily, before moaning in pleasure when Charlie slams back into her, the nerve endings were practically pulsating. And the toy she had buried inside of her ass, slipped in just a bit more making her feel full in the good way. "Yes, you fucking bastard!" Santana pleads when she feels Charlie gearing up to do it again. She had sort of expected the billionaire to blow her load quickly, to not know quite what to do but here she was hitting all those damn spots like she was some idiot savant or some shit.
Charlie grunts keeping her pace up as she feels Santana's walls clamping down on her once more, this time tightly as Santana's body goes rigid. With a bit of effort, she slides her hand so that it was between the two of them and tweaks Santana's clit for a moment causing her to curse loudly before she began to cum, hard. She can feel the liquid squirting out of Santana as she pulls her dick free and starts furiously rubbing Santana's clit.
Santana squeezes her eyes shut as the pleasure explodes throughout her body and her hips buck wildly, she felt surprisingly empty. She gasps and feels the pleasure shaking through her body as she whimpers and groans. "Holy shit," she mumbles. She hadn't cum that hard in god knows when.
Charlie runs her fingers along her dick playing with Santana's wetness, enjoying the feeling for a moment before glancing around and grabbing some lube that was on the nightstand. She glances down at Santana for a moment before deciding to give her a few seconds to recuperate. Santana's fantastic ass wasn't going anywhere, and she certainly wasn't leaving until her dick was buried deep within that ass.
Santana finally opens her eyes to see Charlie staring at her expectantly, she flicks her eyes downward for a moment noting the hardon and she bites her lip. She had been certain Charlie would blow her load and all it would take was a smirk to get her scurrying out of the bedroom. She hadn't really expected to go like this. "Have you ever done it before?" Santana asks after a moment, watching as Charlie shakes her head. Well then this certainly wouldn't take long at all. "You can't just ram it in. Use lube, lots of it and go slowly," Santana says grabbing a pillow and rolling over so it was under her hips. She'd just let Charlie play a bit back there, she'd probably blow her load soon.
Charlie raises a brow, Santana thought that this would simply be over soon, and she couldn't wait to prove her wrong. She bites her bottom lip for a moment before exhaling and bringing her hand down sharply on Santana's ass, she could feel part of her hand hit the toy that was already there and she heard Santana gasp, before turning to glare at her. The action causes a smile to appear on her face as she does it again. "I watched that video you know. You said that this toy wasn't good enough, that you needed my fat dick to fuck your ass and turn you into my anal slut," Charlie said, her eyes locking onto Santana's as she reached for the toy between Santana's cheeks and begins to slowly pull it out. "I bet you're thinking, that I'm going to cum the moment I get my tip in, but I'm not. I'm going to take my time and enjoy this."
Santana groans slowly as she feels the plug slowly sliding out, she quickly grips the blanket on the bed as her toes curl. Two could certainly play at this game, she was pulling out all the stops today, Charlie needed to be hooked, and that was what she needed. There's a small pop when the toy is completely removed and she reaches back and spreads her cheeks to give Charlie a better look, she can hear the billionaire groan and she smirks at this. She shivers as the cool lube is generously poured and she wiggles her ass as best as she could enticingly. "Go slow, before you make me your slut," she purrs, feeling Charlie's body draped over her as she tries to push her dick inside of her.
Charlie groans as she slowly enters Santana, sliding her tip in, and resisting the urge to simply cum right there. She had been right Santana was so fucking tight. She slides in inch by inch, slowly until her hips were resting against Santana's hips. She waits for a few painful moments relaxing for a moment and allowing some time to get used to the sensations before she slowly begins to pull out.
Santana lets out a quiet moan, fuck it felt surprisingly good. It was probably all the prep work she had done for this, or the fact that she had just orgasmed like a fucking geyser a few moments ago but she needed more. Wanted more than anything to be fucked—none of this gentle—the sudden feeling of emptiness is back, and she glances back to see that Charlie's completely pulled out and there's a rather devious smile on her features. She barely has a moment to prepare herself before Charlie's pushed herself back in hard, and she feels the pain, the stretching that feels so wonderfully good, that she lets out a long hard moan. Shit she really hated to admit this but Charlie was freakishly good at this, she just seemed to know everything that there was to know about her body and that was troubling.
Charlie let out a whimper of her own, this was much harder than she had thought to not cum, but she was going to make Santana cum again, she wanted her to be forced to change the sheets and remember what they had done. She pulls out again before slamming back in, starting to build a rhythm, as she hears each grunt of pleasure and whimper from Santana who was now biting her lip. "Really—" Charlie gasps as she repeats the motion again. "You're trying not to moan my name?" Charlie slams in once harder this time eliciting a loud moan from Santana. She leans back a bit so she can bring her hand down hard on Santana's ass. "I thought you wanted to be my ass slut?" Charlie grumbles as she grips Santana's hips this time using a bit of momentum to slide home as she watches Santana clutch the sheets on the bed and gasp.
"Fuck!" Santana says when Charlie does it again and again, it was mind numbingly amazing, the slight pain, the pleasure that was building up as Charlie fucked her, her thrusts were getting a bit erratic and she knew that Charlie wouldn't last much longer, it was disappointing. Hopefully Charlie could last a few more moments and she'd cum—her head jerks back suddenly and she realizes that Charlie's got a good firm grip on her hair. "Oh god—oh god—" It happens again, just like before her pussy clenches, feeling so empty in that moment as it spasms and she begins to cum again, hard this time splashing Charlie's hips with the force of her cum.
Charlie grunts, before burying her dick deep into Santana as she cums hard panting as she slumps forward.
Santana lets out a small groan as she regains her bearings and feels Charlie laying on her back, before letting out a small snort. She'd been right Charlie was only going to be a—
"We're not done," Charlie whispers in Santana's ear as she slowly pulls out. There was so much that they could do and she wasn't done.
"I—"
"We're not," Charlie says as she slowly stumbles off the bed and goes to the toy chest on the ground and picks up a decent sized vibrator and looks at Santana carefully. With a bit of effort, she climbs back onto the bed and turns it on, teasing Santana's pussy lips with it as she places a firm hand on Santana's back.
Santana glances back she couldn't she was to sensitive— "Oh—FUCK!" it comes out as a scream as her body bucks at the sudden intrusion, she was still so sensitive. Charlie already seemed to be ready to go again, and she realizes that she may have made a huge miscalculation. She can feel Charlie's tip pressing against her back entrance again and she closes her eyes as Charlie brings her hand down once more.
"I'm not doing all the work this time," Charlie says with a pleased smile.
~O~
Santana glanced over at Charlie who was currently on the bed beside her completely naked, still panting from the last round. She couldn't feel her lower half anymore and she was pretty sure they had burned out a few batteries. She'd been doing this job for a few years, and it had never gone on for— Santana turns to the clock and swallows. Three hours. It had certainly felt like longer, or maybe it was shorter. She reaches over and swats Charlie's nipple hard, hearing the billionaire groan and look over at her. "This is what happens when you don't meet my needs."
Charlie snorted at this. All she'd need was an hour or two before she could go again, but right now she really just needed something to eat and drink. "Do you like pizza?"
Santana blinked, "Of course I like pizza," Santana blinks watching as Charlie reaches for her pants that are on the ground and pulls out her phone.
"What do you like on your pizza?"
"Just cheese and some hot peppers," Santana says flipping over to watch her.
"Okay, you want a beer with that?"
"They deliver beer?"
"Yes."
"Then yes," Santana says, a cold beer would be nice right now. It didn't cross her mind that this meant that Charlie was staying or that they'd probably have more sex later, because she was starving too. "Do they have like a dessert as well?"
Charlie flashed Santana a smile, now she was speaking her language.