Page 29 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
“Can’t stop.”
A choked sound comes out of her throat as I cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me. I watch her unravel, soaking in every fucking detail.
The way she licks her lip, the softening of her clenched jaw, the misty, warmth behind her gaze as she watches me too.
“That’s it. That’s. It.” I groan, clenching my hands, my body twisting tighter and tighter. “I’m so hot for you, Celeste.”
Her pace speeds and I’m fighting. For breath. To keep my cum locked in until she drops over the cliff. Then…
Then I’m plowing her full of my load.
Yeah. Fuck. Yeah that’s what I’m going to do. I’m marking Celeste all over her pretty little body with my seed.
“Chase,” she whimpers, her chest laboring, her tits bouncing.
I’m so damned close to going off. So hard for this girl. I can’t get enough. It’s coming. Spearing through my dick like a javelin. I might blow her to the fucking moon if I don’t hold onto her.
“Ah, honey. Oh fuck. Yes. Yes.”
Every snap of her hips crashes into my thrusts. The sound of our bodies slapping together, mixing with animalistic noises fills the safe room with filthy, delicious echoes.
When I reach up, hooking my thumb into her mouth, the rhythm of her hips falter, her tongue lapping against my digit.
“That’s right, Celeste, Let me in. Everywhere.” And then with my other hand, I find that sweet tight entrance that’s slicked up from her pussy juices. “Come for me, now.”
Clenching her tight heat against me, Celeste’s moans. Her lashes fill with moisture, her throat working as she sucks on my thumb and then it hits.
She detonates in my hands. An IED and I’m the fuse.
Rolling against me in a desperate, broken rhythm, she soaks me with silky cum making my vision short out. “Ch-chase. Yes.”
Knees clamping me, hands clawing at my bare chest, Celeste shudders and shivers, crying out. And her orgasm goes on and on.
Hold. On.
I clench my jaw, lock my abs because I don’t want to miss a fucking second of her coming apart on me.
Because I know that the release I’m about to have is going to be a TKO.
When she finally collapses in my arms, I flip her under me, bury my face in her hair, drawing gasping breaths as I rock into that slick, perfect valley.
“Come with me, Daddy,” she whispers in my ear, her voice raw, her breath still coming in sharp little pants.
And I do. God. I fucking come like a freight train in a hurricane.
A wave so thick and wild rolls through me, my spine snaps, and I drive home. Burying my throbbing cock right against her womb.
When all of the life is wrung out of my body, I collapse, dragging her into my arms.
“I love you, angel. Loved that more than anything else in the world.”
“You too, Chase. I love you. Crazy love at first sight love.”
“It only gets better,” I rasp as I kiss her forehead. “And I have some good news.”
Sleepily curling into me, she slides her fingers along my damp chest, making me damned near purr.
“Besides the fact that you are my hero?” She asks.
