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“It’s my job to take care of this pretty pussy. It’s mine to make come,” I add another finger into her snug wet walls and curl them into her happy little spot. My cock throbs when I lap at her swollen clit. She’s my favorite fucking meal and I’m starving for her cum.
“Chase, I’m gonna, I’m gonna –.” She’s breathless and lifts her hips up and away from me. I throw my left hand over her stomach and press down to keep her in place. She lets out a sexy little mewl when I rub my fingers against the heated skin below her belly button.
“You’re gonna explode all over my face. And tonight when you see me play, you'll know your cum is melted into my smile when I score for you.” I bury my face into her and work my fingers inside her core making her walls flutter.
“OH CHASE, OH GOD, CHASE,” she sings out my name and squeezes the hell outta my head while she rides out her orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” I press a kiss to her soft clit and remove my fingers from her hot wet center while she quivers through the aftershocks. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes.
I stand up on my knees and free my aching cock. I squeeze my leaky tip before running my fist down my rigid shaft.
Her pussy is red and wet and I stare at her while I jerk myself off. I’m not gonna last more than a goddamn minute looking at her spread out like this.
Her blown pupils refocus and she sits straight up, staring at my dick. She looks refreshed with lust when she licks her pouty lips. She leans forward to get on all fours and I almost blow my fucking load when she starts crawling the short distance toward me.
I can’t fucking breathe watching her bare knees move across the foam floor with her leggings bunched around her ankles, with that mouth wide open for me.
I can’t fucking function when my dream girl dips the tip of her pink tongue into the pool of precum that’s waiting for her. She’s on all fours with her happy little pussy out and smiling with the taste of me in her mouth. I don’t think she’s ever looked fucking hotter.
“You look like my favorite fantasy, Sloane,” I tell her while reaching down to grip her chin while she runs her lips down my cock. My heart can’t fucking take it.This perfect fucking girl of mine.
She moans while working me up and down with her tongue and I’m hanging on by a goddamn thread. She gags around my tip when she sucks me into the back of her throat and I fucking convulse.
Her eyes are watering while her nostrils flare but she still stretches her pink lips around me to try again. She looks determined as hell and tries again to take me as deep as she can.
“That feels so fucking good,” I praise her with a shakey breath and wipe away lingering tears from her face.
I’m a mother-fucking-goner when she tightens the suction of her mouth on me. My balls pull up so fast that my hips jerk forward.
It’s the only warning my pretty songbird gets that I’m about to come. I’ve lost all use of the English language when she hums around my dick.Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
I explode into her mouth with a roar that rivals a lion while my cock pulses on her tongue. I watch her throat swallow me down and I could fucking cry when she lets my spent dick fall from her mouth.
A post-orgasm tremor rips through me and I throw my head back with a groan when she pulls my pants up. I’m so fucking sensitive and stare at the ceiling and try to calm my body down. I know if I look at her right now it’ll send another shiver up my spine.
“Chase,” she says and I bring my eyes back to her.
“Yes, Birdie?” I ask her and she grins before throwing her arms around my neck and crashing her lips to mine.
Her kiss is so her. It’s passionate and full of devotion, dark desires, and light-hearted affections. It’s full of promises and has my heart hoping that this perfect girl could one day love me back.
I was instantly hers and fell hard and fast the first time I met her last August. I was enamored with her then and I’m consumed by her now.
I kiss her back with a promise to never put my feelings back in that metal cage. She deserves to be loved in front of both the sun and the moon. I’m never hiding from us again.
She leans her forehead against mine and I hold her close. She pecks one last kiss on my lips, and smiles when she says, “Now we taste like us.” And I fall even harder for my dream girl.
Chapter Thirty-Three
CHASEWILTON ISa dangerous man and no one on God’s green earth can tell me differently. He’s had me forgetting myself more than once this morning. I’ve never been mindless like I was just now. It’s the first time I let my caution fly to the wind and willingly gave up control. He made me feel safe enough to be free. I trusted him to take care of me, and boy did he ever.
The lust that rolled through me was thick enough to cloud my judgment. It blocked out my thoughts and forced me tofeel without all my insecurities and worries weighing down the moment between us.
I wasn’t thinking about what he would see, how he would react, or what I would say. In that moment, I wasn’t worried about the self-inflicted cut on my thigh and how I carved it after his painful rejection. I didn’t think about how I had sliced my fingers so the humiliation I was feeling could bleed outta me. These cuts were his… but so was the rest of me.
And I was a mess.I came with more baggage than an airport cargo hanger. My emotion filled suitcases were threadbare and had broken zippers. They were barely able to hold in all of the dark pieces of me that I carried around everywhere I went.
I started cutting my thighs when I was at UGA. I hadn’t considered what would happen if I was ever with someone and had to explain my messes. It’s why last night I felt like I had no other choice than to hold myself back and go upstairs alone.
