Page 38 of Buried Beneath Sin

Chase hums before sucking at my nipple one more time then pulling away. His lips press against my sternum before he begins trailing kisses over my soft stomach. My self-consciousness comes and goes like the wind. If he doesn’t care that I carry extra weight around my midsection, then neither do I. His hands follow his mouth’s descent, traveling down my sides. When they come to the outside of my thighs, he grips them tight before throwing them over his shoulders.

“Chase!” His name is spoken as a breathless screech as he scoots my hips toward his face while he still continues his kisses downward. He places a slow kiss, sucking gently on my mound before he dips his head between my legs. “Wait! Are you sure…?”

Chase doesn’t even pause. He dips his head down and slides his tongue from my backdoor to my clit. My shriek of surprise turns into a heady moan as he repeats the motion. On his third time making himself familiar with the most intimate parts of me, Chase lifts his head and flashes me a grin so wild, and with eyes so bright with fervor, he looks like a crazed man.

“So fucking sweet, Beatrix. How have I never tasted something this decadent before?”

I laugh, though the sound is full of nerves and embarrassment. It’s cut off when Chase lowers his head and takes my clit between his lips and teases it with his tongue.

“Chase.” My eyes flutter shut as I send up a small thanks to whoever people might believe is listening.

One of his hands comes beneath my legs and he slides his fingers through my folds. All my nerve endings there tingle, and I find myself gasping once more. My hips tilt on their own accord, giving Chase better access. He immediately takes advantage of the new angle. My groan is loud, full, and it’s not for show. How my body is responding readily to his mouth, to theattention, is embarrassing. Chase is diligent as he teases and coaxes me to explore a new height with him.

“How are you hot, interesting,andgood at this?” I whine, pleasure making me speak my thoughts out loud while tension gathers between my legs. “Don’t make me cum if you don’t want me to fall for you, Chase.”

I don’t know where these words are coming from. Maybe he’s eating away my painfully overt self-awareness that I have kept hidden in my pussy?

His shoulders shake even harder, his tongue-game fumbling as I distract him. I laugh with him, feeling a little hysterical. It’s cut off when two of Chase’s fingers dip into my core. I hiss at the stretch then choke on another groan as he begins to pump them in and out of me.

“Sowet,” Chase breathes in awe as he glances up at me from between my legs. “Is this all for me, Beatrix?”

Chase doesn’t wait for a response. He simply dives back into the fray and continues devouring me. Embarrassment wars with my desire, leaving me choking on my words. All I can do is hold on to the comforter for dear life as he causes the tension to gather tighter and tighter between my legs. At this point, I feel like I can barely breathe. Heat burns me from the inside out as I struggle to hold on as Chase takes me closer to the precipice of bliss.

My legs begin to shake. It’s the only warning I get. Suddenly I’m spinning out of control on a wave of pleasure. Chase’s name reaches every corner of the room as I shout it while my orgasm tears through me. The heat that billows up from my core and finds its way to each of my extremities is extraordinary. My body bears down on Chase’s fingers that continue to caress me until a second orgasm follows the first.

My eyes flutter open as the second wave of pleasure lessens. The sound of my panting is loud, only interrupted by the soft cries on the other side of the wall.

Chase lowers my legs off his shoulders with a surprising amount of care. The lower half of his face is shiny with evidence of my arousal. He sits up on his knees and stares down at me with an expression I can’t quite read. Angry? Confused? But even as I consider those options, little shifts on his face here and there make me believe I’d made up the negativity altogether.

He flashes me a smile that feels a bit too feral for my liking, but I push the uneasy feeling aside as he yanks off his shirt and tosses it further onto the bed. My eyes drink in the body before me, noting the muscle that ripples as he moves to unbutton his jeans and the small circular scars that pepper his skin. I don’t ask him about them. It’s none of my business, and he hasn’t asked me about the fading bruises that cover my body—giving me the grace to pretend they’re not there. So I push aside the thought of them and watch as Chase’s dick springs free of its confines. I feel ridiculous as a blush climbs into my cheeks. I’ve seen dicks before, but this is one of the few times I’ve seen one willingly and it’s… big.

Not wanting to overthink its size and wanting to return the pleasure Chase had just given me, I move, giving into instinct and desire. Suddenly we’re both on our knees, facing one another on the mattress.

I grab Chase’s erection almost lovingly and slide my hand down it with a tight grip. His nostrils flare and a hard tremor runs through him. Taking that as a good sign, I suck in a shaky breath and admit, “I’ve not done this before so… Let me know if I’m doing something wrong, ok?”

Chase’s smile falls as I dare to lower myself onto my forearms. It’s bold for me, but for some reason, I want to be bold for this man. When I’m eye level with the long, gloriously veiny dick in front of me, I open my mouth and take the tip into my mouth. Reaching up, I brace my hands on Chase’s thighs. My tongue circles the soft bulbous point before running through his slit. Chase’s shaky gasp turns into a moan as I take more of him into my mouth. A dark thought whispers to me, and I try not to smile as I use my teeth and carefully press them into Chase’s flesh.

“Beatrix!” he yelps. His body shakes with laughter, however, when I don’t apply any more pressure. I pull away to look up and give him a half smile.

“Gotta let them hear you,” I say, throwing his words back at him.

Chase laughs again. The sound is cut off though when I wrap my lips back around him and take his dick to the darkest recess of my throat. Chase’s loud groan is followed by a surprisingly hard thrust of his hips. I gag hard but attempt to breathe through the panic. Tears bead at the corner of my eyes as he grabs either side of my face.

“You want me to teach you how to properly suck dick, Beatrix? Fine. I’ll do so happily,” he growls before letting out a deep, eerily twisted snicker.

He pulls halfway out of my mouth only to thrust all the way to the back of my throat, then down it. I choke and sputter, spit seeps from the corners of my mouth, and snot forms as he repeats the motion over and over.

For a moment, I try to fight him. What kind of asshole fucks someone’s face like this when they just met? But as I struggle to breathe and taste the salty treat of his precum leaking down the back of my tongue into my throat, I realize that I’m being used. Used like a toy. A mindless, emotionless object. I’m scared and I’m turned on because of it—just like how I felt when my devil came to claim my body. This is it. This is what I’ve been looking for. A shiver of absolute delight slices down my spine and I groan, pleased that I’ve found what I was looking for.

I force myself to relax. The minute I do, I find myself feeling freer than I’ve ever felt before.

With drool dribbling from my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks, and loudly gagging, I’mthrilled. My body is suddenly flush, and I ache for Chase’s touch again. My pussy clenches around nothing. Will he cum down my throat, or does he plan for things to go further this evening? Either option excites me.

I look up into Chase’s face, imploring him not to stop. To continue to use me as he sees fit. I could drift in this half-panic, half-euphoric state forever. Chase stares back down at me, his mouth bracketed from concentration, his pupils blown wide and dark. His nostrils flare as our eyes meet.

“Your lips look so perfect wrapped around me,” he growls through clenched teeth. “And the sound of your whimpers? Good fucking lord, Beethoven would be envious of the music I’m creating with your vocal cords.”

I shiver under his attention. My body is growing hotter. I need just a little bit of relief. If not, at this rate I’ll implode. Letting go of one of his thighs, I reach down between my legs to find that I am soaking wet. More than I’ve ever been before. There’s no time to be surprised or embarrassed or even give it a second thought as I roll my clit between my fingers. It’s swollen and overly sensitive, but I push the slight discomfort away and give into my baser desires.

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