Don't Give Me That Look (NSFW 18 ) CHARLES SMITH

                                    

                                          
Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Reader
                          
Charles had been all around camp this morning and your attention was focused on him, particularly his arms. He was also aware of this. Your eyes were drawn downward from his arms to his pants, but we both know you weren't trying to see the fabric of his pants. 

                          
"You have been bad, dove." He pauses as he gently pushes you against the trunk of the tree, "Or shall I give you another name?" 
                          
You bit your lip and looked at him. It wasn't an innocent look either, for you knew you were driving him insane. You just wanted to know where you could push him.
                          
"Don't give me that look." He whispered so indistinctly that it gave you a chill.
                          
Before you could answer, he threw you over his shoulder on to his horse. You saw what he had planned for you and boy, you were excited.
                          
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It was not unusual for him not to speak throughout the ride. In fact, you had grown accustomed to his relatively mute manner. Yet this was different, and you were left soaking your pants. You saw a huge lucid field. It was in the middle of nowhere. There was no noise and nobody would disturb you. It was the perfect setting for what was about to occur.
                          
He jumped off the horse and pulled you along with him. You looked at him again. He smiled. It was a smile you had never seen him exhibit. This made you get goosebumps. 
                          
"What did I just tell you about that look?" He growls, pulling you against the tree, a bit rougher than before. You bit your lip at this. You were soaked to the bone, and you were just ready for him to take you.
                          
In no time at all, his rough hands reached under your plaid skirt, shifting your panties to one side and getting right to work between your clit and your slit. You became more and more wet by the second, asking for his help. You craved his touch. 
                          
"Charles, please..." You pleaded. 
                          
He withdrew his fingers the moment your words left your lips. 
                          
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" He chuckles.