Page 7 of Overstaying His Welcome

“Chance,” I questioned when it felt like time had dragged on for too long.

He didn’t answer me with words. Instead, I felt the swipe of his tongue between my spread cheeks. I gasped at the delicious sensation.

Fingers squeezed my ass as he kept me open enough to give him room to work. And work he did.

Chance feasted on me like he’d been starved. He acted as if rimming was his favorite thing in the universe.

His tongue made me think it was definitely my new favorite activity. The mouth on this man was criminal.

Polished suit. Coiffed hair.

A devilish mouth.

It all added up to a damn near perfect package.

Speaking of perfect packages, I wanted to feel his. “Chance, please,” I whined. “I want your cock. More of that later.”

He chuckled darkly as he pulled back. “Later you’re going to be passed out on the bed with my cock still in your tight ass. I have to enjoy you while I can.”

“I don’t mind if you play while I’m sleeping.”

Chance froze at my quick reply. “You’re into somno too?”

I nodded. “There isn’t much I haven’t tried. Somno is fine with me so long as there’s consent beforehand.”

“This is you consenting?”

“Yep,” I said, dragging out the last letter. “I’m all yours.”

“Such a dangerous thing to say.”

I shivered at the desire lacing his tone. This man. Ugh.

Even without facing him, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I just knew he was enjoying this entire exchange.

He got back to eating my ass. I wiggled a bit, though I mostly sank into the enjoyment of the act. Both his need and mine wove together, making my cock leak against the bed like a broken faucet. I’d definitely have to change the sheets once this wrapped up.

Not that I was in any hurry.

A finger circled my hole a while later, after he’d thoroughly worked me to the edge multiple times. I relaxed enough for him to slide in. He methodically went about stretching me, first with one finger, then with more added in the mix. It was wonderful and torturous all at once.

“Chance!” I yelled when I felt him pull out and no more fingers go back in.

He couldn’t be stopping. There was no sound of a condom being slipped on. No snap of a lube container.

I was about to ask what the fuck he was doing when I felt a tug on my hips. “Flip over,” he demanded.

Moving at the speed of light, I dropped onto my back to look at him. He’d somehow managed to get himself sheathed and lubed up without me noticing.

Could have been because I was moaning and panting loud enough to drown out any outside noise. I’d become greedy in my need, ignoring everything around us except the fingers in my ass and how good they made me feel.

Without saying another word, Chance lined his cock up with my body and slid in until our hips pressed together. I was perfectly full and content. He was thick enough to stretch me and long enough I felt him in the deepest parts of me.

It was almost like he was made to be a part of me. Like two pieces sculpted to align just so.

“Fuck me.”

At my demand, his calm fell away. His hips pulled back, then thrust forward again. He built a pace that left me gasping for air. I basked in the way his gaze raked over me. It was like he couldn’t focus on one single piece. All of it — all of me — appealed to him.

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