Page 28 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
Leveraging himself on the arm of the couch, Chase changes the angle. Harder. Different. Not as deep, but…
Perfection. “Right…right there. There!”
Thud. Thud. Thud. The furniture cracks against the floor below us as I climb a blindingly high peak, my entire body becoming my pussy.
“I’m close…” I cry, shaking, panting. “God!”
But Chase doesn’t let me fall into the abyss. The gorgeous bastard edges me. And edges me. At least that’s what he calls it.
Getting me right there, rocking his magical dick in every aching spot I have, but not letting me hit the apex.
I’m going mad. Beautifully. Wildly. Mad.
And he knows this.
My shirt is twisted around my neck, my beasts bouncing around with every thrust. His sweat drops down onto my burning skin, until I’m a river of his sweat and my own.
It’s the hottest moment of my life.
I never want it to end, but I. Have. To. Come.
“Please, god. Please make me come.”
He goes utterly still, propped on one arm above me, his thumb finding my clit. Rubbing gently, but firmly back and forth, keeping me right there. Right at the very highest point. “That’s it baby. Tell me what you need.”
“To ride you until I break.”
I bite my lip when his gaze goes feral.
“I can’t believe I just said that.” I try to backtrack.
“Oh no. Don’t you get shy now. I love that you’re ready to destroy your own pussy with this cock.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a shaky breath. “I can’t believe what you’ve turned me into in just a few minutes.”
He kisses my brow. My lids. The corner of my mouth. Pulls the edge of his teeth against my earlobe and ruining me when he whispers hotly, “I’ve turned you into mine.”
I nod without speaking, without looking at him because I can’t believe I’m this woman.
His big hands frame my ribs, holding me up as he flips us over so I’m astride his much wider pelvis with his cock still stuffed inside of me.
I can barely breathe. God. He’s really, really deep.
Chase fists my hair, drawing my mouth down to his. “Break us both, baby. Because we’re not coming back from this as the same people.”
EIGHTEEN
Chase
I’ve never been out of my body, and in it at the same time before. But that’s exactly how it feels when Celeste wiggles her hips down onto my shaft.
Gripping her hip with one hand, neck with the other, I drag her forward, shifting her clit against the root of my dick.
She whimpers into my mouth making my hips snap up. Bouncing her on me.
That sets her off. Starts her engine. She grinds down on me recklessly. Then finds her pace, bouncing, grinding. Making my heart climb out of my chest, my pulse race through me like stampeding mustangs.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her mouth. “That’s it. Take it.”
