Page 9 of Chase Me

The action has me writhing in frustration, desperate for him to pick up the pace and let me come again.

“So fucking desperate,” he murmurs, pausing his ministrations long enough to flash me his sly grin. His chin is wet, coated in my juices, and that only serves to make me hornier, needier for him.

One tattooed hand reaches up to palm my tit under his shirt while he goes back down on me. He continues his ruthlessness, bringing me to the brink of another orgasm and then pulling away before I fall over the cliff, causing me to become a whimpering mess beneath him.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he coos as he laps at my pussy while his fingers pinch one of my nipples. “I want you to come again, little doe.”

He dives back in, and the stimulation mixed with every praise and naughty word lingering between us has me close in seconds. His tongue laps over my clit while he brings a finger to my entrance, slipping it into me easily. When he adds a second one, curving the two until they hit the walls of my pussy in the most beautiful way, it’s all I need to come again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Unintelligible curses leave my lips, mixed with moans and cries, and before my orgasm can end and let me float off into bliss, Connor keeps going.

“Please.” The word is barely audible. “I can’t take any more.” Two orgasms in the woods paired with one in bed is already more than any partner has ever given me, but Connor must be determined. His tongue moves over my clit at a frenzied pace, and his fingers pump in and out of me, each time the digits brushing over a sensitive spot that has my legs twitching against his head.

“You’ll take it,” Connor demands.

I’m whining. Begging. Panting.

Every nerve ending is lit up, every inch of my body coated in a sheen of sweat. I’m dirty, cut up, and bruised. My dress is long gone, torn up and left in the words. My makeup has to be a mess by now, mascara running down my cheeks and red smeared around my lips.

But I feel like the most sexual being alive. Made of euphoria. My body tingles with pleasure, and I can already feel the next orgasm building.

Connor works my pussy like he’s known it forever, like he was born to make me come. And I do. The next one comes quicker, exploding through my core with a bang that makes his name leave my lips in a scream so loud my ears ring. My hands fly up, desperate to push him away and give my sensitive cunt a break.

“Hands down,” he instructs firmly, his voice deep and dominant. “I’m not done yet.”

“Please!” The word is barely a cry, my voice hoarse. Somehow my hands listen, even though my brain is past being able to function, and they slide back under my bottom.

“You’re gonna come one more time for me, little doe.” Connor barely breaks his rhythm to say the words before he moves back in, his tongue and fingers working their magic.

“I can’t, I can’t.” My chest is pumping, my breath leaving me in hard pants as Connor works me up again. The more I come, the quicker the orgasms rebuild.

“But you will,” he says. “You will because I want you to. And you do what I want, don’t you?'“

“Yes.” I nod my head feverishly.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I do what you want.” It sounds like the most truthful thing I’ve ever said. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, with his tongue on my clit, and his fingers in my pussy, bringing me to heaven. Maybe it’s because he fulfilled my fantasy, wiping away all the shame that once accompanied it.

Whatever it is, the words have another orgasm on the rise. Everything else melts away. The shame, the humiliation - none of it exists anymore. The fear that thrummed through my chest as I ran through the woods is lost, probably scattered among the trees. Nothing is left but the need that fills me, the desperate longing I have to please Connor.

He hums against my sex, and when I come again, this one is bigger, harder, deeper. It feels like I’ve burst into a million tiny pieces. I’m here, but I’m not here. My body is floating, weightless. I’m somehow nothing and everything all at once.

I don’t know what words leave my lips, what I cry out as I come all over Connor’s face. He could get me to say anything, do anything, and for some reason, that doesn’t bother me.

When I come back to myself, slowly drifting back to planet earth, he’s there. His lips are on my skin, kissing me, praising me, telling me what a good girl I am.

Every part of my being feels fulfilled, worthy, perfect.

And as Connor wraps me in his arms, holding me tightly against his bare chest, I thank the dating app gods for showing me an ad forDesire.

6

Imust have fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes, there’s daylight streaming through the curtains, casting a golden glow onto the white sheets.

“Morning, little doe.” Connor presses a chaste kiss to my cheek.

It takes me a moment to blink the sleep out of my eyes and wake myself up. Connor’s next to me, propped up on one elbow with his inked arm resting over my stomach.

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