Page 38 of The Chase

“Fuck no hands, Kitten,” he ground out through his teeth. “Get this shit off. I’m going to taste you, Kitten.” He yanked at her leggings, grabbing a handful of material and pulling. They peeled down, exposing the miles of her naked legs. He spotted those little cotton panties tangled up in the leggings, too. They drove him wild. His hand snatched them and he got them to her ankles, his blood pulsing in his body. Like a gladiator in the ring, about to meet his match, his heart pounded. Her legs were caught together by the leggings. She was at his mercy, which turned him on further but he wanted her legs spread and wrapped around his head. Kneeling, he yanked them off her completely. He looked back up at her. She’d snapped her arms out of her fleece, yanked off her shirt and was currently reaching around her back to remove her bra.

Colt reached a hand forward and grabbed the black material. As soon as it was undone, he pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her pert tits tumbled free, revealing little, dark pink nipples. They were in his mouth quicker than lightning. He held them both, one hand on each. He licked and suckled on both together like a starving man. Their softness, their warmth, their pert fullness in his palms, making him want to cry. What right did a dirty bastard like him have to touch something so pure? To hell with that. He was done with that. He had no right but he was going to fucking do it anyway. She was his. She simply shuddered under him. Gasping, her eyes hooded.

He tore his mouth off her breasts, and sat back on his heels.

“Here Kitten,” he rasped, grabbing her ankles, pulling her so she slid down, reclining. He surveyed her body beneath him. So much soft, supple skin. She was beautiful. Little petite waist, her rib cage just visible, giving way to her toned stomach. He remembered when he’d come all over her the other night, painting that little stomach with him. Fuck yes. He reared up above her and shouted out, no words, just a yelp to the night sky above them, he felt so fucking alive. He grinned down at her wolfishly, and then howled, literally like a werewolf, at the moon.

She giggled beneath him, bringing him back down to earth. His cock strained in his jeans. He had to open them up to relieve the pressure. He snapped the button at his waist and yanked the zipper, bunching them down his thighs. She looked on with wide eyes, panting. He saw her chest rising and falling rapidly, a wild animal caught in a trap. And he was about to tame her. Break her. Claim her.

He shrugged out of his leather cut and pulled off his T-shirt. “Put this over your shoulders, Kitten.” He held it out for her and she took it in her hands. Impatient, slightly trembling hands, he noticed triumphantly.

“I’m not cold,” she said with effort. He allowed a smile on his face and then his gaze honed in on her pussy. His cock surged. He wanted to look and stare and memorize each inch of it. It was his. A neat, clipped triangle of hair pointing him down to two perfect lips and her little clit just peeking out from between them. Maybe it wouldn’t ordinarily peek out, but she was aroused. It was a perfect, delicious, little pussy. This all felt so right, so much better than just mindless groping in the dark.

“How are you so neat?” He muttered, more to himself.

“Laser hair removal.” She shrugged, nonchalant.

He didn’t know what that meant and in that moment, he didn’t care.

“Kitten,” he bit out, “I want you to come in my filthy, ex-con, biker mouth.” He held her hips, and brought his lips down to meet them. He tasted her and groaned in ecstasy. He was hooked.

April fought back another gasp as his mouth finally, finally made contact with her pussy. She had been burning, pulsing with need for him. She’d felt it zapping along her tendons, into her fingers, up her thighs, into her core. He’d sucked her breasts like no man ever had before, and now he was literally feasting on her pussy. She’d never felt anything like it. He lifted her hips to his mouth as if he were drinking from the holy grail. His hot tongue licked her, hard and plentifully, from front to back. He kissed her left lip, and then her right lip, nibbled and sucked them into his mouth. He dipped his tongue inside her, then moved on to her clit. She hadn’t ever been licked like this. She felt special, he was worshiping her body with such utter devotion. She had never felt that. She’d always been very aware of the ‘favor’ her partner was doing her. A favor that would require her to repay. A transaction. Almost a chore. Hugo had never had time for it. And previously, it would have been skittish college boys experimenting.

It was very obvious Colt didn’t need to experiment. He knew what he was doing. He knew every contour and how to traverse it with ease. With skill. With flair. She was left to lie back and enjoy it. To let go of everything and just shudder in his cut. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. The smell of him surrounded her. It was like being inside his chest, under his skin. Safe, warm. She was being consumed by him, devoured. His prey, his food, his nourishment. She loved how he cherished her, as if she was all he needed. This was the only place she wanted to be. The heat from the fire, his ministrations and from the leather surrounding her brought her skin to a light perspiration. Dew formed on her skin and then drew in the cooler night air. She opened her eyes and saw the canopy of stars against the indigo blackness of the sky. The outline of the pine trees. It was surreal. Her soul soared free and became a part of the night as she felt the pull within her tighten and tighten under his lapping tongue. She heard the groan escape her lips. She shuttered her eyes and saw a darker kind of black to the night sky above her. She bit the leather of his cut, feeling like she was biting down on his flesh. He was dominant. Her bite was her submission.

And then she came. In a shuddering, screeching impact. Her teeth rattled. Her body tensed and released, pulsing. Pleasure and relief. Biting her. She then heard him. Had he been talking the whole time?

“Yeah, Kitten, all over my face, your cum tastes so good, Kitten, so sweet, good little Kitten... “ he chanted quietly, licking slowly now, final strokes. He pulled away and looked down at her. His face was wet. His nose, chin and lips glistened in the firelight. April had not known anything more erotic. Until he crashed up her body and pushed his face into hers.

“Taste it, Kitten, taste how much you wanted me, how much you liked what I did to you...” He pressed his face into hers and kissed her, open mouthed, wet from her juices. She tasted herself, relished in it, savored it. But she wanted more. She reached out her hand, gripping onto the belt loops of his half hanging off jeans. He hesitated, his eyes boring into her. April took a deep, purposeful breath and tugged again.

He nodded once. “Yeah. Fuck yes,” he said in reply to her silent demand. He kneeled between her legs and pushed his jeans down off his ankles. He’d relinquished his boots at some point. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. She gaped hungrily, laying eyes on it. It was just what she’d hoped for, large, heavy, with a vein pulsing down its length. His balls hung heavily. His pubic hair was dark, thick and unruly. She practically gurgled. He was watching her face, watching her reaction carefully. He clearly liked how he was affecting her. He smirked and straddled her. She opened her lips, letting them part of their own accord, leaning closer to him. Then, before she was ready, he took her head in both his hands and thrust his cock in between her lips.

The groan he emitted pulled deep within her. The part of her that he’d just awoken, the part that was warm and wet and alive, had its own voice, and spoke to her. He thrust in again, deep. All the way to the back of her throat. His balls hit her chin as she gagged. He threw his head back and roared.

“Yes, Kitten, take it, swallow my hard cock, “ he rasped, freeing a hand from her hair to grip her chin. He angled her head up. She closed her eyes automatically. “No, open your eyes, I want to watch you,” he huffed.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She almost panicked initially, she brought a hand to his stomach, about to push him away. But she took a moment. His cock plunged into her mercilessly. He was shamelessly using her mouth. Fucking her face. She struggled to breathe around it, felt her eyes welling up with the repeated impact at the back of her throat, but he held on. So she held on, too.

“Yes, cry for me, Kitten. Oh fuck, you look so fucking good. So fucking right for me...” he fixed his gaze on her.

She’d only known looking away, closing her eyes. Ignoring sounds of skin slapping, wetness dripping. Keep it hidden, turn away, like it’s something dirty. But Colt wanted to see it all, hear it all, feel it all. It was so bold, so shameless. He had a taste now and wanted more and she loved it.

He plunged in but she wanted to suck. She felt emboldened. She pushed lightly on his hard lower stomach. He paused enough for her to fasten her mouth around his head and suck with all her might.

“Oh yes,” Colt stuttered. She sucked like his cock head was a popsicle, using her tongue to stroke, occasionally flicking the tip on the ring around his head. She didn’t need to do it very long. “I’m going to come,” he hissed, closing his eyes and –

She felt hot liquid filling her mouth. She smiled and lapped it up, sucking it out as he ejaculated, as he gasped and shuddered above her. Enjoying the power over him in that moment.

She pulled away once he’d stopped, his dick softer now, warm and wet. He fixed her with his gaze, stroked her cheek. He looked at her like she was beautiful, through glassy eyes. She could see it plain as day on his face, he was in love. Did he know he was so open?

His gaze snagged on her lips. “You got a drop of my cum on your chin,” he said thickly.

April snapped her eyes wide and started. “Oh, sorry, I…”

“What are you apologizing for? It’s hot. April, that was so fucking hot.”

She smiled.

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