Page 11 of Chase Me

He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks toward the shower. I watch as he steps under the spray, the water falling over him gloriously. His head tilts back and his lips part as he wets his hair. I could admire his body all day, but right now, I want him again. Hell, I need him again.

There’s a goddess inside me that’s freshly liberated and primal with her need.

“You want this?” he asks, his hand palming the length of his cock.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my tongue darting across my lips again from my hunger, only focused on him. I want it. I’ve never hated sucking cock before, but I’ve never been eager either. Now, though? I’m ravenous for Connor’s cock, desperately wanting to know what he tastes like. Or how it will feel when it touches the back of my throat. Will he moan? Cry out in pleasure the way he’s made me?

“Get on your knees, then.” He nods at the floor, and I drop in front of him, my knees hitting the tiled shower floor.

He steps into my space slowly, his eyes glued to my naked body. “You look so pretty like that,” he coos, one hand reaching out to palm my cheek. “Such a pretty fucking slut.” Butterflies swarm my stomach and I lean in, opening my mouth and reaching for his cock.

“Eager too, aren’t you?” He laughs, a deep chuckle that vibrates through his body. His tone is just the slightest bit mocking, and it sends a wave of heat down to my core.

“Open up,” he demands, and I do, sticking my tongue out and looking up into his eyes. He grips his cock, tapping my tongue while he stares down at me admiringly.

I feel so slutty. So dirty for this man, but oh-so fucking hot. I can already feel the moisture that’s been gathering between my legs, beginning to coat my thighs, and my body is buzzing with energy.

“Suck,” he orders.

I start with my tongue, trailing it along the vein on the underside of his cock and back down to his balls. I use one of my hands to grip him at the base while I bring my mouth around the head.

Lifting my gaze, I try to hold eye contact as I take him in, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. A groan leaves his lips, and if mine weren’t wrapped around his cock, I’d smile.

Pulling back, I flatten my tongue so it runs along his length as I bob up and down. When I take him deep again, I look up, making sure he can see how glassy my eyes get as I gag on his length.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and pride wells in my chest. It’s satisfying to know I affect him the same way he does me. “Enough.” His fingers grip into my hair, pulling me off his cock.

I can’t help but pout as he drags me up to my feet. “As much as I want to come down your pretty throat, I want to fuck you more.”

The words send a jolt of arousal down my spine, settling in my ready and waiting core. Connor pushes me toward the tiled wall until my hands reach out, my palms pressed against the cool surface.

“Bend forward, baby,” he instructs. I feel dirty bent over like this in the light of day, when his eyes can trace every inch of my body. I hear the foil packet rip somewhere behind me, and I know he’s sliding a condom onto his cock. His palms run over my ass and his foot kicks between mine, urging me to spread my legs for him. I already know I’m dripping before he drags his finger through my slit.

“Naughty girl,” he remarks, “Did sucking my cock make you wet?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. I can feel another blush rising on my cheeks. I’m surprised I haven’t permanently turned a shade of pink since I met this man.

“Do you want to come all over my cock, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Running his length through my seam, he coats himself with my juices before fitting his cock at my entrance. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, but my pussy is already begging right along with me. He pushes all the way in, barely giving me a second to adjust to his size, before he’s pulling back and slamming forward again.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers searching for traction on the slick tile.

Connor wraps one arm around my waist, holding me in place as he pounds into me.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, and my fingers fly to my center. I’m soaked and my clit is swollen, demanding another orgasm.

While I work on my clit, Connor’s free hand finds my breast, his fingers pinching one of my nipples.

“So responsive,” he murmurs. “You make the prettiest sounds when I play with your tits.” He emphasizes his observation by twisting my nipple between his fingers, making me cry out.

“I’m gonna come,” I tell him. “Please,” I beg, my finger tracing quick circles over my clit.

“Come, then,” Connor demands. “Come all over my cock like the little slut you are.”

The words push me over the edge, and I freefall. Sparks scatter in my mind, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my body trembles its way through the unrelenting pleasure. I’m panting when it finally begins to subside.

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