Page 15 of The Chase

He took her all in. Her nipples peaked like bullets, poking out from under her leather jacket. He felt his control scatter. He gave it up, surrendered it, and let his animal brain take over. Fuck. He wanted to fuck. He wanted her.

So he held the base of his throbbing cock. And put his head to her wet cunt entrance. It called him home. He didn’t wait, he didn’t think any longer. He plunged in.

Wet heat gripped him like a vice. He didn’t pause to think. His body began to move on instinct. Nothing about this was conscious thought, nothing about this involved his rational, human brain. It was raw, old, ingrained in his bones and DNA. Ingrained in what made him an animal. He had to fuck her.

He barely heard but she was screaming with each impact. He held her hips and slammed. Her boobs jumped. Her body jarred. Again. Again.

And again. His hips pistoning with a spirit of their own.

Fuck her.

Own her.

Selfish.

Selfish fucking monster.

Beast.

Fucking animal.

But it was good.

It felt so fucking good. So right. So perfect.

Something was stirring in him.

Between them.

The fabric of the universe was shifting. Something profound, the darkness within him. The doubt, the fragility, moving away. Like fog from the sun’s warm rays, something holy and true and real was changing. It was so potent he felt he could shatter the sky with it.

His eyes were closed now. His world was black, warm, wet. Fully engulfed in her. He felt something scratching his skin. Not a scratch, light flutters. His neck. Her fingernails. He kept going.

And it built.

Harder.

Faster.

He couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. This was his. He wanted it so he’d take it. He chased it, he’d catch it. This was his moment. All that was right in the world was telling him this was his. He needed it. He’d earned it.

And there. There it was.

“Fuck!” he roared, as it splintered through him. The hardest orgasm he’d had in years. And he squirted into her. He pinioned his hips deep and poured himself into her. His cum shooting deep within her warm, wet core.

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His hearing caughtup with him first. He heard her gasping pants. She sounded hurt. Fuck. He was panting, too, rasping oxygen in. His heartbeat banging in his ears. He opened his eyes. Everything was spinning. Hell, he had water in his eyes. That was how hard he’d come. He blinked and wiped them with the heel of this hand.

Fuck. She was trembling, shaking. Wait, had she come? Fuck no. She hadn’t. He’d been so selfish in getting what he wanted. Her face was wild, her eyes half closed with lust. She looked half undone. He’d done that. Fuck. He had to finish her. He pulled out. The cool night air surrounded his wet cock. Wetness seeped out of her.

Wetness. Fuck. His cum. He’d come inside her. Sweet fucking Christ. He’d never done that in his life. Shit. Awareness rolled in. He was shocked. He’d let himself go so damn quick and so damn hard.

He put his hand down between her legs. She gasped. She was sensitive. Yeah, because she hadn’t come yet, dumbass. He forced himself to take a breath and start righting the wrongs. First priority, her. He traced his two fingers along her crease, her swollen, wet folds. Then he dipped into her. She felt perfect. Full of his cum. He felt like a barbarian.

She groaned and rocked slightly on his fingers, her eyelids closing. He groaned, too. He pulled his fingers out and looked at the gooey, wet stickiness that hung off them. His cum. Inside her.

He couldn’t help himself. He smiled. He was a fucking selfish, dimwitted bastard but he loved that he’d come inside her. Inside April. Fuck.

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