Page 38 of Chasing Sarah

“Yeah, you do,” I smirk. “You’re a dirty little whore who’s going to come on my cock while I steal the breath from your lungs.”

Body going rigid, face turning red, Sarah explodes. I’m nearly delirious at the feel of her release coating my cock.

I free her throat from my grasp, and she sucks in a breath.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise before pulling my cock out of her and laying her on her back. Her chest rises and falls, cheeks flushed, and pupils blown wide.

She’s fucking perfection.

I nestle between her thighs and plunge myself back inside her delicious cunt. Her back arches and she digs her nails into my biceps. I hiss when my skin breaks.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I rasp before quickly taking her full bottom lip between my teeth.

“Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop,” she begs.

Pulling her legs from behind my waist, I clasp them together and hold them by the ankles in one hand. Holding them slightly away from my body, I watch as her slick heat takes every single inch of my cock like she was made for it.

Her clit is swollen, pleading for attention and I oblige. I circle the pad of my thumb where I know she needs it the most. Even though her position makes it difficult, she rolls her hips, seeking out her release.

My teeth grind when her muscles nearly squeeze the life from my length. My balls tighten and I feel the rush of electricity shoot up my spine before I detonate.

Sinking my teeth into her calf, I piston my hips until I’ve filled her with every last drop of my cum.

She screams seconds before squirting, covering me and her legs with her release.

Pulling out, I release her ankles and press her knees into the mattress. Her cunt is swollen and glistening. A deep satisfied moan rumbles in my chest then I dip to run my tongue through her folds.

My eyes roll at the taste of our combined release hitting my tongue. When I pull away, she whimpers, and I chuckle. My hand grips her jaw when I move to hover above her.

Reading my mind, she opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Leaning forward, I spit. She swallows our cum and smiles seductively.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise.

Then I slam my lips against hers.

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“Drink this.”

Sarah spins around from where she stands facing the bathroom mirror. She’s put her damp hair into a bun on the top of her head and she wears the white button-up shirt I wore to the club.

After we were sated enough to untangle ourselves from one another, we got into the shower. Only to fuck against the tile.

This woman’s stamina rivals my own. It’s utterly surprising. She matched everything I gave, making me want to give her so much more.

She reaches over and takes the glass of water from my grasp. Those crystal-blue eyes watch me over the rim as she gulps down every drop.

“Thanks.” She smiles, handing me the glass.

Taking it, I set it on the counter and cage her in, forcing her to take a step back. My gaze slowly roams over her face, which is completely void of any blemish.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper in awe.

I’ve seen and fucked many women in my life but not one of them holds a flame to the woman standing in front of me.

A small blush rises up her neck and to her cheeks. I smile softly then bring up a hand to caress her skin.

“I like seeing you in my shirt,mo réalta.”

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