Page 103 of Chasing Sarah

Rhys glances at me and chuckles.

I’m slumped against the passenger seat, trying to relieve the bloating of my stomach. There is definitely a food baby in there, but I have no regrets.

After parking and taking the elevator up to the penthouse, we make our way to the bedroom. With a groan, I drop onto my stomach on top of the black comforter.

The bed dips with Rhys weight. Next thing I know, he’s straddling my hips. His large, callused hands wrap around my shoulders. I moan when his thumbs press into my muscles, kneading them.

After a few minutes, he shifts down my body. His hands slowly travel up the back of my legs until they reach the hem of my dress. He pushes the fabric up and over my head, leaving me in my matching panty and bra set and heels.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. His hands palm my ass cheeks, and I moan again when he kneads my flesh. “This ass is a thing of fantasies.”

Releasing his hold, he climbs off me and steps into the ensuite. He returns with a bottle of massage oil in his hand. Rhys spends the next 30 minutes massaging every inch of my body. I’m so wet, my body is an inferno of need.

His thumb brushes against my clit when he slides his hand up the inside of my thigh. My hips lift off the mattress, chasing the promise of pleasure.

My ass cheeks are spread apart, followed by Rhys’ mouth descending onto the soaked fabric which covers my pussy.

I grind my hips the moment his heated breath warms my core. “Ohhh,” I moan, arching my back. He nips and teases me until I’m writhing and begging for him to fuck me.

My bra is quickly unhooked and discarded. My nipples are hard and sensitive. The sensation of the comforter brushing against them heightens my arousal.

Rhys tucks his thumbs into the waistband of my thong and tugs into down my legs. He tosses it aside the second it’s off.

He pulls my hips, making me rise on all-fours. His thick fingers press against my entrance but don’t go inside.

“Please,” I whine, peering over my shoulder.

Rhys watches himself repeatedly tease me with his fingers. My pussy clenches in anticipation.

“Please, Rhys,” I beg, pushing back. Trying to get his fingers inside me.

His deep chuckle sends goosebumps across my entire body. “Patience,mo réalta,” he whispers. I moan loudly when he begins circling my swollen clit.

The bed shifts and then Rhys’ lips press against my spine. He continues to build my orgasm with his fingers while kissing his way up the path to my neck.

He bites down on my neck and shoves two thick fingers into my pussy. Crying out, I arch my back. He fucks me roughly with his fingers, rubbingallthe right spots.

“Come,” he demands.

I explode with his name on my lips. My hips grind against his hand over and over until my orgasm dims.

“Fucking perfect,” he praises.

I whimper when his fingers slip out. When I peer over my shoulder again, he’s sucking my release off his fingers.

My eyes stay trained on Sarah’s flushed face, as I reach behind my head, tugging off my shirt.

Her hunger-filled gaze slides down my muscled chest and abs. Her pupils are blown wide. She sways her hips side to side, watching me undo my pants and tugging them down, along with my boxer-briefs.

I take my thick, hard cock in my hand and begin pumping. She watches only for a moment before turning and crawling toward me.

My head falls back when she teases the tip of my cock,swirling her tongue around the crown.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan.

My hand is replaced by hers. She widens her mouth, taking me deep into her throat.

The combination of her mouth sucking and hand pumping my length brings my orgasm near the top way too fast. I quickly pull myself out of her mouth and she lets out a disappointment whimper.

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