Page 69 of Chase

“I’m a little tender,” I caution, needing to ensure he knows full intercourse is off-limits.

“Your pussy may be, but this mouth of yours looks in perfect working order.” Without any warning, Connor stands, turning to face me. He plucks the book from my fingers then throws it onto the floor. “You’ve damaged a signed first of my favorite novel ever.” My heart sinks. I never even thought of looking at the title page. Not being a reader, it never crossed my mind it could be signed or a first . “You’re coming with me.”

He scoops me from my seat, then throws me over his shoulder. I wriggle to ensure no pressure goes on my sensitive area. Bent double across his body, he carries me easily through to the bedroom. I kick and squeal, then a strong hand connects directly with my ass.

“Quiet,” he growls, and the hilarity spills from my lips, my laughter uncontrollable.

“Don’t make me laugh,” I tell him. “My poor clit can’t stand the vibration.”

When we arrive at the bedroom, he lowers me onto the perfectly smooth sheets. I lie looking up at him, standing before me practically naked apart from his underwear. He reaches for the shorts I’m wearing and slides them down my legs. I’m bare beneath, wanting to limit the friction against my new piercing. Dark eyes stare down at the silver bar decorating my privates.

“Wow,” he mutters as his cock hardens in his boxers. It strains against the material, desperate to be free.

“You like it?” I ask, flashing him a sexy smile, then bend my knees and drop them as wide as comfortable with my new decoration.

“Like? I fucking love it. I can’t wait to leverage some orgasms from this newly improved clit of yours.”

“Leverage? What kind of description is that?”

“When you leverage something, it means you use it to maximum advantage. And I plan to use every part of you to mine.” He crawls onto the bed beside me, lying on his side, propped up on his elbow. “So, if your pussy is off-limits, what can I fuck tonight?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with a solution.”

He leans down, taking my mouth with his, strong and dominant. Deft fingers trail over the skin at my throat then move over the cropped tank top I’m wearing. My nipples bud below the fabric, straining as my arousal heightens. The familiar sensation of excitement swirls between my legs. My pussy didn’t get the memo that tonight is all about him.

“Move to the edge of the bed,” he orders. “On your back with your head over the edge. I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours. Hard.”

I move into position, my neck straining back a fraction. He stands in front of me, pulling his boxers down his legs and then kicking them to the side. His cock is hard and heavy, throbbing to be used and hanging at my eye level. I push the straps of my tank top down my body to expose my breasts. Connor loves to play with my tits and I know as he fucks my mouth, he’ll appreciate watching them jiggle to the rhythm.

“Open,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I respond, then open my lips wide. He steps closer, placing the tip of his cock in my mouth.

“Close and suck the tip.” I do as I’m told and start sucking. His hips push forward, causing more thick cock to slide into my mouth. I suck harder. “Good girl,” he praises. “Show me how well you can suck my dick. How much you want me to shoot my load for you.”

He withdraws a fraction and I snap my hands up around his thighs, holding him to me. Strong fingers pinch my left nipple and squeeze. I yelp with unexpected discomfort. He pulls his cock out. I blink up at him, and he smiles down.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he says firmly. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, my mouth to use. You’ll lie there and take it. I’ll shoot my load over your skin. You’ll be covered in me, smell of me, and have no doubt who fucked you and will be fucking you for years to come.”

“Connor,” I mumble, surprised by his directness. The look in his eyes leaves no room for debate. Connor is here to lay claim to me tonight. In his eyes, I’m his and always will be.

“In here, while you and I are fucking,” he snaps back, “I’m sir. Do you understand? Don’t question me. Don’t defy me. Take me. All of me. Everything I’m willing to give you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl, now open that fucking mouth so I can fill you with my cock.”

My mouth drops open again, and he slides his full length inside. I balk at the unexpected movement, but he withdraws immediately and then re-enters, giving me more time to adjust. My lips wrap around him while my hands still hold his thighs, pulling him to me with all my might.

At first his pace is slow—he enters and withdraws fully with each stroke. I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the moment, enjoying the fact that this man is finding pleasure in using me as he is. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and his fingers move to my breasts. He plays with the soft flesh of my nipples, tugging and teasing as he thrusts.

“Your tits are fucking incredible,” he says, his voice deep and animalistic. “I’m going to cover them in my cum. I want to shower you in me, so I smell myself on you all fucking day.”

My eyes open and I look up. His are closed, he’s completely lost in the moment. His hips work, pushing his rock-hard cock forward, the speed increasing with each stroke. I tighten my grip on him, moving my hands upwards nearer his ass, digging my nails into firm flesh.

With my eyes wide, I watch him struggling to control his orgasm. His face tells me he’s close. The quickening of his movements more so. His hands grab my breasts tighter; delicious pain surges through me, an intense pleasure somewhere between pleasure and agony. He groans loudly, pausing his movement then withdrawing his cock from my mouth.

His cum hits the skin of my chest, the warm salty liquid running pleasurably over my throat. The sound emanating from him deepens as he releases himself. His smell invades my nostrils, and I revel in his peak. Him fucking my body makes him so happy, I can see it for myself. And knowing that feels so damn good.

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