Page 34 of Overstaying His Welcome

I whimpered as I forced my head to move. He waited longer, finger STILL in my ass until I could vocalize it again.

“Yes! I need you to fuck me, Chance. Stop making me wait!”

He yanked his finger back, which of course sent me damn near tumbling off the counter to chase him down. His grin would have aggravated me had I been focused on anything other than the bulge making his sweats stand out so drastically.

I licked my lips. “Can I?”

“No,” he quickly replied. “Not if I’m going to fill that tight ass up like we both want. Later though. You can have me in the shower. Deal?”

I nodded eagerly as I watched him back away. “Where are you going?”

“Lube,” he yelled back. Then he turned and jogged down the hall, likely to the bedroom. Watching his ass bounce with each movement always stole all my attention.

He was back quickly and with a grin that told me playtime was over. “On your back.”

I practically dropped into the position. Spreading my legs wider, I gave him plenty of room to work.

“Scoot your ass down. Edge of the counter, baby.” Chance’s fingers tugged at my ankles.

Moving until I felt the edge, I hugged my knees to my chest and shifted a tiny bit more. If I didn’t trust him to not let me fall, this would be a very dumb thing to do.

But I knew he wouldn’t allow it.

He’d rather hurt himself than see anything happen to me. I was the same way for him. It made an interesting partnership.

Chance made quick work of prepping me. One minute I was taking deep breaths to combat the slight sting and in the next, his cock was pressing against my hole.

I sighed as he moved forward. Full of him, there was only peace.

Relief filled me.

This was where I was meant to be. Where I need to spend more time.

I’d never leave his cock if it were possible.

“Hey baby, you know I love you, right?”

Raising my head, I nodded. “Yeah. I love you too.”

His grin made my cock bob between us. He watched the movement, then met my eyes again.

“That’s good. Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t. Remember the truth, ok?”

I opened my mouth to answer, only to be cut off by a forceful thrust of his hips. What came next was exactly what he promised.

My man fucked me as if I were his enemy. Every squeeze of his hands on my hips and thighs, every drive of his pelvis forward, felt like he was trying to punishing me for something. Like he didn’t want to be here but couldn’t help himself.

It was the hottest fucking experience of my life.

I’d hide in boxes every other day to be delivered to this man’s home just to get a taste of him like this. No question about it.

He had me bewitched.

Since I’d already come once, my orgasm was slow to build. That gave him plenty of time to have his way with me.

We were both sweating and panting by the time I felt the signs of my release. “I’m close,” I whispered, my throat raw from all the shouting I’d done.

Chance nodded, his hips shuttering a bit. “Me too, baby. Been holding back. Needed you to come with me.”

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