Page 10 of Rescued By the Surly Sasquatch

Betsy

Betsy pushed every “what the actual fuck is happening?” thought out of her mind. Her fingers couldn’t touch around him, as she couldn’t help but stroke his large erection.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said. “You’ll be more than ready to fit me inside you.”

Her knees wobbled at the fiery promise in his eyes.

His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he rubbed them reverently over her naked body. His warm breath fanned over her skin, and his calloused fingertips traced the dips and rises of her body, sending tingles throughout her entire being.

She could feel the hunger in his touch, and it awoke a similar need within her too.

“Okay, you’re real,” she said, loving the feel of his thickness. “That’s the first thing I’m trying to wrap my head around.”

He pulled her shirt and bra off and then cupped her breasts. She went up on her tiptoes at the feel of his intimate touch. She rubbed him harder as she got wetter. “The second thing is I can’t believe how bad I want to come right now.”

Chase’s hands went to her jeans, and he pushed them down to her ankles. She kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of her pants. Then he shredded her panties with two quick twists.

“So fucking beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to sniff at her neck. “You are intoxicating.”

Grabbing her hair, he dipped her head back and kissed her. His thick finger pushed between her thighs and began to rubthrough her slick folds. Their tongues battled as she stroked him furiously. She wanted... She needed... Oh... she was coming on his finger.

She was barely aware of being walked backwards. When her knees hit the back of a large bed, she fell onto it. Chase spread her legs wide. The cool air on her wetness made her shiver, and she tried to close her legs, but he held them apart, his touch firm but gentle.

He teased her entrance with light flicks of his tongue, circling her clit before diving inside her folds to lap at her juices. He moved his face closer, lapping at her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. Betsy's hips bucked off the table, begging for more as she felt the wet heat of his tongue on her most sensitive spot. He licked her pussy with a fervor that sent sparks of electricity shooting through her nerve endings. She cried out, arching her back and trying to ride his talented tongue. The flicks and circles of his tongue worked their magic on her clit before he delved deeper into the slick folds of her sex. He savored her like she was a delicious treat.

“Please..." she breathed, her voice shaking with desire.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he growled against her sensitive flesh, his breath hot and ragged. His tongue continued to lap at her, his finger delving deep inside, stretching her even as she clamped down on it.

Betsy felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, about to plunge into an abyss of blissful oblivion. Her body tensed, every nerve ending on high alert. His wide tongue licked her up and down until she was shaking. Chase was making growly sounds of pleasure as he massaged her clit with his tongue while he fucked her with one finger, then two. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, spasm after spasm shuddered through her.

Grunting in satisfaction, he kissed up her body as his fingers continued their dance to curve into her G-spot. His mouthlatched on her nipple with a hard suck when he hit the spot, and she felt launched into orbit.

As she floated on a shivery bliss, he played with her breasts, rubbing them and pulling on her nipples. Then he stood above her as she lay splayed out on his bed. He brushed his massive cock over her nipples, circling them. The hot, wet drip of his come coated them and she longed for a taste.

Catching hold of his cock, she eased the wide tip into her mouth. He tasted as delicious as she thought he would. As she sucked on it, Chase groaned.

“My mate, what you do to me.”

Betsy wasn’t sure about all this mate stuff, but she liked getting freaky with the big guy. He pushed himself deeper into her throat, and she sucked hard. Chase tickled her clit until she was making needy sounds as he slowly fucked her mouth. Then he put two fingers back inside her and matched the pace of her bobbing up and down on him. Push in, pull out. Suck down, slide back. It was a seesaw of pleasure, and Betsy never wanted it to stop.

The sexual rhythm built up until her body was on fire with a frenzy that she had never known. She lost count of how many times his finger had gotten her off. He still hadn’t come yet, and she was desperate for him. She was riding three of his fingers now while his cock, wet and glistening from her spit, rubbed over her face and breasts.

“I want it. I need it,” she gasped.

“Then you shall have it. And me.” Chase pulled his fingers out of her drenched folds, making her moan in protest. With a growl, he stuck them in her mouth. She sucked at them greedily, tasting herself on them. Then, he positioned herself at the juncture of her thighs, teasing her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her swollen lips. She whimpered, needing him to come inside her. She trembled at the raw intensity of his gaze.

He thrust forward, pushing into her tight, wet heat. Betsy let out a cry at the sensation, wrapping her arms around him as he filled her completely. Holy shit! He fit. Chase looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and protectiveness.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but soon growing more frenzied as he lost himself in their passionate connection. Betsy moaned with each thrust, meeting him with a hunger she’d never felt before. It felt so damned good.

“You’re mine now, Betsy. Mine forever.”

She knew what he was saying, but all she could think about was the feeling of his cock inside her, his hands on her hips, and the way his eyes never left hers. As their bodies continued to move in sync, Chase's rough, primal growls filled the air, punctuating their passionate coupling. Betsy's eyes widened at the intensity of their connection, feeling like they shared something more profound than just the physical.

Chase’s hips slapped against her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Betsy cried out his name, her body tensing as she reached the pinnacle of her desire.

And then, there it was. The release she had been craving, the connection she had yearned for. Chase's face contorted in ecstasy as his body shuddered and he emptied his essence inside her.

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