Page 59 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

“Oh my God, Ethan. You feel gooood,” she says, moaning like an animal. I’ve never heard her make sounds like this. Breathy and low. Primal and raw. So… erotic.

I force myself to stay controlled. I’m able to prolong the moment by using steady rhythms, but Chase has other plans. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in to the hilt with one swift motion. When she inhales sharply, her wispy gasp triggers a pulse throb all the way to the tip of my cock.

Fuck, I’m not going to last.I freeze. One more thrust, and I’ll surrender to my climax.

“Why’d you stop?” she pants.

“Don’t move,” I warn, my voice straining from holding back. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

I breathe deep, willing my body to calm down.

“Ethan, I’m so fucking close,” she pants. “I want you to come with me.” Her hands squeeze my ass, urging me on. “So move,” she commands.

“Fuck, you’re bossy,” I groan.

With her green light, I immerse myself, thrusting deeply, relishing in the way her body grips mine. Chase’s guttural moan fills the air, and I know we’re both close.

“Oh hell yes… Chase, you feel amazing.”

“You’re so big, Ethan,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin. “I love it. Give me more.”

She pulls my hair, bringing my lips back to hers. “Kiss me,” she demands, but I’m already there.

Our tongues enter a frenzied dance. I pick up the pace, my center snapping against hers with urgency. She arches her back, her legs tightening around me, drawing me impossibly deeper.

“Ethan, God yes, I’m nearly there,” she whimpers into my ear with breathy moans. “Don’t you fucking stop this time!”

My hips are relentless, meeting hers again and again—pushing and pushing. My old mattress springs cry out in protest.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

I can feel the pressure of my own release tightening, blissfully ready to explode. But Chase’s ragged breathing tells me she’s still on the cusp. I need to bring her over the edge first, past the pinnacles of pleasure. I want to feel her shatter around me—to watch her come undone.

Squeakkkk. Squeakkkk. Squeakkkk!

“Shit, Ethan. Stop. It’s too loud. Stop!” Chase pants, her eyes wide with concern.

“It’s fine,” I groan, my hips on a train that has long left the station.

“No, I don’t want your family to hear,” she insists, destroying our momentum.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter and stop. “You reallydohave to control everything, don’t you?”

I reach my arm under her back. “Hold on tight.”

Chase’s arms and legs cinch around me. “Where are we—”

In a single, fluid movement, I pull us to the floor.

We land on the rug with a soft thud, still connected, our bodies molded together. My ass takes the brunt of the fall, a pain that quickly fades when I look up to Chase straddling me.

Exactly what I wanted.

I gently touch her cheek. “You’re in charge. I don’t come till you do.”

A surprised look of satisfaction flickers across her face, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in power. She silently takes my hand and places it on her breast, gently squeezing her fingers over mine.

Chase begins to sway—slowly and deliberately. I watch, transfixed, as she moves.

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