Page 25 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
“Oh, holyfuck,” he groans. “Gotta eat that honey right now.”
He slides down to kneel on the floor as he shoves my legs wide, his teeth tearing at his bottom lip. “This is my cunt now, Celeste. You understand that? No one else looks at this, touches this or even fucking thinks about this.”
“Only you.” My words tremble, catching in my throat.
With powerful, warrior’s hands, Chase grips my thighs, taking a nip of each one before drawing his nose through my slit and inhaling like I’m a meal he’s dying for.
I watch in fascination as he licks me, swirling and swiping his tongue over my clit before he goes deep between my labia.
My…my…my god, that feels good.
I’m gripping the leather beneath me for dear life when his thumbs find the wet valley between my legs, sliding up and down me.
“This slick little pussy…it’s a man’s dream, Celeste. I’m gonna be a possessive asshole over you. Get ready.”
He dives down, lapping, growling, sucking on me until I scream.
“I can’t take it any more!”
“Yes.” He licks. “You.” He licks again. “Will.”
Gritting my teeth, I arch back into the couch. “Please, please put your cock in me.”
SIXTEEN
Chase
She begged for me.
Slow. Down. Breathe. Do not scare her.
“No. I’ve got to take my time with you, Celeste. I don’t want to be too rough with you our first time.”
I fight for air. For sanity. For control over my cock.
“I’m trying to temper myself. I want to plow into this hot little cunt, fold you in half, bend your sweet little body to my will, but that would be really fucking bad, Celeste.”
She gasps, a shiver locking her knees to my shoulders, her lips catching between her teeth. “What if I need it hard, Chase. I need to…feel something powerful right now. I don’t know, but I feel like you’re chasing away…everything.”
God. Damn. I have to fist my cock to keep it from going off like a shoulder fired rocket. “You want rough, baby?”
Nodding like crazy, he rips my shirt over my head. “Yes, and I don’t understand it. But I need it.”
The weight of those words hit like a wrecking ball. “It means you trust me, Celeste.”
Tracing my thumb up and down her seam, I let my eyes feast on the pink, glistening treasure I’m about to fuck so hard, my angel will feel me for a week.
I’m a bastard for what I’m gonna do—take a virgin like a goddamned thief. But that’s what is about to happen.
My Celeste wants hard. I fucking deliver.
Always.
“Need to get you ready.” I shove the T-shirt she’s wearing up and capture her nipple in my mouth for a slow suck while I slide my thumb inside of her heat. “I’m big. Otherwise I’ll tear you.”
She moans, juices her pussy up even more for me, as I work my thumb side to side, sliding in and out, testing the tightness.
Jeezuz-fuuuk.
