Page 172 of Check & Chase
I nod, spreading my legs wider, guiding him to me. He positions himself at my entrance.
“Fuck me, Chase,” I whisper.
He pushes into me slowly, filling me completely. I gasp, nails digging into his back as he bottoms out.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, hips starting to move.
He fucks me slowly at first, each thrust deep. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“Harder,” I beg.
He obliges, thrusts becoming harder, faster. The bed creaks as he pounds into me, hitting the spot that makes me see stars.
Already? My head spins. I just came, and now it’s building again.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “I’m about to come again.”
“Come for me.” He kisses me softly. “Please, Emma.”
I do. My body explodes in pleasure, clenching around him. He follows me over the edge, pulsing as he fills me.
We collapse together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “That was… fuck.”
I laugh softly. “Yeah.”
“I don’t want this to end.”
“Then go get the thing from my bag.”
He frowns. “What thing?”
“My bag’s by the door. Just trust me.”
He groans, dragging himself off the bed. Naked and somehow still hard, he pads across the room. I watch him go, biting back a grin as he bends down to dig through the bag.
A second later, he straightens up, holding the pink vibrator between two fingers. The smirk spreads across his face.
“This thing?”
I nod as he stalks back toward me. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs, hard cock already pressing against my entrance.
With a click, he turns the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. Slowly, he presses the tip against my clit. A gasp tears from my throat, sending a jolt through my core. My hips arch as the hum intensifies, building a delicious pressure.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding into me, filling me completely. The dual sensations are overwhelming. The thrusting inside me, coupled with the relentless pleasure against my clit, drives me to the precipice.
My body begins to quiver, every muscle tensing. My legs wrap tighter around him, pulling him deeper.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my ear. He fucks me harder, faster, while the vibrator sends ripples of bliss through my entire body.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him, voice ragged.
“Do it.” He thrusts harder, hips pounding into me with desperate urgency.
And I do. My body convulses, a powerful orgasm ripping through me. I clench around him, and then, with a sudden rush, a hot, wet gush spills from me, soaking the sheets, his stomach, his thighs. He groans, a deep sound as he comes again, burying himself inside me.
I look up at him, embarrassment rising on my cheeks.
