Page 32 of Overstaying His Welcome

The passion this man had for me was unparalleled.

I fucking loved it.

“What rule are we breaking now?” I teased to get him to do something.

Sure, I didn’t mind him staring all night. Figured we had better things we could be doing though.

“I’m pretty sure there’s something to be said about a bare ass on kitchen counters. That and the whole sneaking around stuff,” he mumbled.

His eyes were still locked on my length. With an unnecessary amount of patience, he pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Then he left me sitting there.

I gaped at his retreating form, confused as to what he was playing at. When he showed back up with a stool in hand, I smiled at him.

Oh, this was going to be good.

As I watched, he placed the seat between my spread legs and sighed deeply. “I’m going to take my time with you. The food needs forty-five minutes. Do you think you’ll last that long, baby?”

I shook my head. “Not a chance. I’m already about to blow from how you’re looking at me.”

It wasn’t even an exaggeration.

Chance’s attention always got me hot. It was part of the connection we had. We were explosive that way. I could probably come even if he never touched me.

But fuck — he needed to touch me.

I wasn’t above begging, to be honest. Thankfully, my man didn’t need me to elaborate. He dropped into the chair as his hands ran up my thighs. His touch seared me, sending waves of heat through my body. I quaked with need.

“Watch me,” he said as he bent forward, tongue out to trace against my skin. The stool made him the perfect height to simply focus on my length. No awkward kneeling or uncomfortable folding of the body.

At the first swipe of his wet tongue against the vein on the underside of my cock, I whimpered, “Please.”

How could something so simple feel so good?

Dammit.

He hummed against me, his face nuzzling into the side of my thigh. A kiss came next. Then his nose trailed up until he was at my groin again.

Over and over, he teased me. It was enough. At the same time, it wasn’t.

I was trapped in his game, a willing participant since I knew the end would be worth the wait. And sure enough it was. When his mouth closed over the head of my length, my back involuntarily arched, and I cried out.

It was bliss.

Utter euphoria.

Chance sucked my cock like he was desperate for it. Spit slid down the length the more enthusiastic he became. He didn’t move any faster or suck any harder. Instead, he kept a steady pace, as if he had all the time in the world.

Really, he kind of did.

I glanced behind him to see the oven timer. Only a few minutes had passed. I was already on the verge of coming.

The tension in my spine, the pulsing of my cock, even my balls were drawing up, a sure sign I was about to empty at any moment.

As if he could read my mind, Chance leaned all the way forward until my cock tapped against the back of his throat. He hummed as he held still there, breathing through his nose and keeping his grip tight on my thighs.

“Fuck, Chance. Baby, I’m going to come. I’m…”

My words cut out as my release came. I flooded his mouth, length pulsing with every burst. He pulled back enough to gather it all up rather than letting it slide down his throat.

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