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With more boldness then I’ve ever had before, I open my legs letting him see how much I want him. “Don’t think we need anything, baby,” I lick my lips and trail a hand down between my thighs. With a quick finger I swirl two digits around the hard button of nerves moaning desperately before moving down to coat them with the proof of my need.

I hold out my hand, fingertips glistening. “See,” I offer. He leans forward and pulls both fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue around the two digits. My sex clenches at the sight, so ridiculously turned on, physically aching to be filled.

Chase removes the rest of his clothes, his gaze focused between my thighs. He loves when I’m open like this, and with him, I’m not embarrassed. Much the opposite, I feel sexy, beautiful, and losing every ounce of control.

He leans down and kisses me long and hard. There’s something different in this kiss, perhaps a bit more seductive. It works because I’m squirming under him. “It’s not for your pussy, baby,” he reminds me.

Chase kisses his way down my body and goes to work between my legs. Within minutes he has me screaming out his name, holding his face, thrusting wildly against his lashing tongue. After two back-to-back orgasms—he rarely allows for only one—he finally surrenders. When Chase Davis goes down on his woman, it’s a feast, not an appetizer. I’m positive if I let him, he’d lick me relentlessly, bringing me to endless orgasms until I passed out.

I tug on his hair. “Had enough?” He smiles, my arousal coating his mouth and chin. It’s fricking hot and makes me want to ride him. I pull a leg up and try to turn him around. He shakes his head then pulls a nipple into his mouth tugging and nipping at the erect tip.

“Mmm,” I moan and hold him to me as he brings me to another sexual peak. The attention he lavishes on my breasts has me thrusting my hips up again, wanting him to fill me. Instead, he pulls away and rolls me over, and with a strong arm, he lifts me up onto my knees.

“Gotta have your ass, Baby. Need to make every inch of you mine,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. Then he scrapes his teeth along my spine, pausing to kiss and caress as he goes. Once he reaches my bum he bites and nips on the space where the rounded part meets thigh. It tickles and I laugh. “Hmm, interesting,” he says biting it again, eliciting another giggle. I fall down onto my forearms when he brings his fingers to my pussy, coating them with my essence before swirling them around my anus. He works one finger in pressing deep, the little muscle stretching against the intrusion. Then he licks my center as he fingers my hole. Soon I’m pressing back into his finger. He adds another finger and the muscle tightens and burns around the two questing digits.

With his tongue, he licks and flicks at my clit, the burning in my bum leaving completely as he stretches them out, I suspect making room for his cock. When he’s got me moaning and begging for release he removes his fingers. The sound of the lubrication cap opening and closing breaks through the lust induced haze until a cold gelatinous sensation replaces his fingers at the small entrance. Chase leans over me and brings one hand around to flutter against that powerful bundle of nerves reminding my body I was just on the edge of orgasm when he pulled away.

Once he’s got me moaning and delirious with pleasure he places the tip of his cock at the tiny puckered flesh. “This is going to burn a bit, but I promise it will go away and feel amazing. Do you trust me?” He asks. On that, I press back, pushing the head of his cock right into my ass. ”Fuck!” he roars and grips my hips tightly. The invasion burns like a branding, fire hot pokers sizzling and centered at the spot where he’s imbedded only a mere inch.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers as three fingers run over my clit then down to plunge shallowly into the wet heat between my thighs. He presses in further, centimeter by centimeter as sparks of pleasure skitter up my spine. I moan. “That’s it,” another full inch and I exhale with the force of his girth. Those fingers of his slip up and down, swirling around my clit as he goes a little deeper.

Full, so full.

Every nerve ending seems to be prickling throughout my limbs. “Almost there, just a couple more inches and I’ll be in you…” he groans and pinches my clit. Tingles ripple through me as if raindrops were suddenly pelting my naked body when he presses the rest of his thick cock in. He pinches my clit forcing the inner walls of my sex to clamp down hard. “Jesus, so tight. God, I love being in your little ass.” He pulls out slowly and I feel every rigid inch of his massive cock sliding along swollen, pulsing tissue.

I close my eyes and inhale when he thrusts all the way back in. No pain, only fullness, pressure, and an enormous amount of pleasure moves through me. Chase shifts his giant erection in and out of me in soft, gentle movements. I can’t take it. I need him to move! To take methere.Tremors and prickles of an oncoming monster orgasm rock through me. “Fuck me!” I yell completely beside myself with passion.

Chase’s voice comes out strained, barely able to control himself. “Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.” He grates out through his teeth still moving his dick barely an inch or so in and out.

Those skilled fingers continue to run over my clit and into my pussy and back in a repetitive motion that’s making my clit throb and ache. I clench down as hard as I can, using only my sphincter muscle. “Fuck me!” I beg. “Hard. I need it,” I whimper my back arching pulling at his length. He feels like a metal pipe, strong and unbreakable as he fucks my ass in slow motion.

Finally, the words break through. His fingers move to my clit and twirl and pinch at the tight bundle. I scream out, “Yes!”

Then he’s gone. He’s a wild animal rooting into my body seeking his release. The constant pounding of his cock into the tight confines of my ass, feels like he’s reaching high into my belly with his length. It shoots me into orbit. Gone. Every muscle I have tightens and cinches like a coat of armor, metal and unrelenting.

While I’m soaring, he lifts me up leaning my back against his slick chest. He curves one hand around my breast and the other around my hip for leverage before pulling back and slamming into me over and over. This angle has me hung up on his cock, reaching so deep inside me I see stars. Over and over he bounces me on his cock, allowing gravity to add to depth. When I think I can’t take anymore, that I’m going to lose my mind, he tweaks my nipple tugging it hard, sending ribbons of excitement between my thighs. The pleasure is never ending, and then he proves he is in fact a God, by bring that hand between my legs, pinching my swollen knot and shoving that colossal cock deep into the tight dark hold wracking my frame with a brutal orgasm. Lights flicker behind my eyes and my body feels like jelly but I hold strong,wanting,noneedinghim to get there.

Finally, he loses it. “I love fucking you!” Chase roars, holding my hips to his, he leans me back over, my hands barely make it to the bed to hold myself up when I feel his balls slapping against my pussy. The grip of his hands on my hips is bruising, his body so tight and bowed back as he forces jet after hot jet of his release into my backside. With a shaking hand he lifts me to him, and we tumble to the side. Both of us breathing so rapidly you’d think we just won a marathon.

“This proves it.”

I can barely keep my eyes open, wonderland tipping me into darkness. “What does?” I mumble.

“We’re definitely going to fuck each other to death.”

A wide grin and two strong arms hold me in place. “It would be a good way to go,” I whisper before blackness takes me.

Chapter 19

Gillian

Bang…Bang…BangScreeches through the warm snuggly place, forcing me out of a really beautiful dream about marrying Chase. The noise continues to thud loudly against the door. I sit up and look at the offending piece of oak wishing a vortex would open up and swallow the entire thing whole giving me a full eight hours rest. Hell, I’d settle for a solid six hours. Chase hops up bare-assed naked and the banging starts again.

“Davis?” I hear Tommy’s voice flit through the wooden door. Groaning I flop back down allowing the comforter to fall over my head and wait it out.

I can hear a ruffling of clothes. “Just a minute,” Chase hollers, while likely putting on something. So much for a lazy Friday morning in bed with my guy.

The door opens with a rattle of the hinges. “What is it?” His tone is harsh and accusing.

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