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“I don’t know,” she moans, and it’s almost a cry. “I need to come.” I can feel it but I’m not ready.

“You came,” I say, slowing down my thrusts, “not too long ago.”

“I need to do it again,” she says, trying to push back. I slide out of her and she moans in frustration, “No!”

“Get on your back,” I say and my hand jerks my cock slowly. She opens her legs for me. “Tilt your hips back.” I don’t have to say anything twice. I rub my cock up and down her dripping wet slit and she is waiting for me to slam into her, but instead I move my cock down just a touch and push in a bit. “This what you want?” I ask her as she pulls her legs back even more. “If you don’t tell me, I’m not going to move.”

“Yes,” she cries out, “fuck my ass.” I smile at her as I slide in slowly. “Slowly,” she tells me. “I’ve never.” I stop moving, my cock halfway in her ass. “Don’t you dare,” she warns me and all I can do is look down.

I move my hand to her clit, stroking it in circles. “Take my place,” I say, and she moves her hand to take over for me. While I slide two fingers into her pussy, my cock finally fills her. I don’t move because the minute I do, it’s going to be over. I’ve never felt more fucking tight in my life. Everything with her is on a whole different level, and I mean everything. “I’m going to move.” She nods her head and I move my cock out and then back in again. Slow thrusts at first, my fingers working faster than my cock.

“Chase,” she calls my name and I know why; I’ve hit her G-spot again. “It’s there again.”

“What is?” I ask her, going faster. My hips pulling out more and then slamming in again, my balls get tight and I come in her ass and she has no idea. It’s all about her.

“The pressure,” she says and I lick my lips, knowing what is going to come. “I don’t,” she says. “It’s coming.” I can hear the sloshing sounds when it starts to happen, my fingers curl up at once. She thrashes her hips up, and I pull my cock and my fingers from her at the same time I bury my face into her.

CHAPTER31

Julia

I open my eyes but I see spots of white and black. My chest is heaving up and down as if I just sprinted a 5K marathon. “I think I’m dying. You fucked me dead.” I open my eyes again and look over at Chase, who is on his back beside me. I smell the air. “Or I’m having a stroke.” I’ve had some good sex in my life. I’ll even admit that the good sex I’ve had was nothing compared to the sex we’ve just had. I mean, even before today he was number one on that list.

“You are not dying nor are you having a stroke.” Chase doesn’t move either, his head turns to look at me.

“Well, they say when you smell burning, you are having a stroke,” I huff, taking another sniff of the air. “Do you not smell that?” I look over at him and see his eyes go big. “Or is it just me?”

“Oh, fuck.” He rolls off the bed and runs from the room. I lift my head and I want to follow him but nothing on my body is moving. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I hear him from the kitchen. The sound of crashing is next, followed by the sound of water being turned on and then a sizzle.

“Should I call 9-1-1?” I yell, but all he does is laugh. I hear his footsteps coming closer to the bedroom and then he enters. Naked in all his glory.

“Dinner is burned,” he informs me and I laugh. “I forgot all about the vegetables I put in to roast.” He shakes his head. “They are past the point of roasted and are officially charred.”

“Can you get me my phone?” I ask him and he just looks at me. “It’s in my jacket pocket.” I point over to the chair that has my jacket on it.

“You can order food later,” he tells me, walking to the chair.

“I’m not ordering food,” I scoff at him, looking down at my naked body. “I want to text Erika to ask her if Cooper ever did what you just did.” He stops moving, looking over at me, not sure if I’m joking or not. “Then I have to text Jillian about what just happened.” I point at the bed area where we just had mind-blowing sex. “I should also text Vivienne and say she lied about anal.” I shake my head. “Then I have to text Franny, because I feel like she, out of everyone, is going to understand this moment. Do you know she sexts Wilson when he’s on the ice?”

He just stares at me with his mouth open, holding up his hand to stop me from talking. “One, I never want to hear sexting and any of my family members after it.” He closes his eyes. “And two, can we not text any of the women in my family and tell them about the sex we just had?”

I roll my eyes. “All of a sudden he’s shy.” I get off the bed, standing for a second to make sure my legs can support me. “You are naked at every single family vacation.”

He puts his hands on his hips, but my eyes go straight to his cock that is at half-mast. “It was one time and I was up watching the sunrise. How was I supposed to know the family would be gathering on the beach?” I roll my lips, walking over to him and look up at him. Fuck, he’s sexy. Everything about him is sexy, from the soft curls in his hair to the way his scruff fills his face. From his blue eyes and plump lips, everything is sexy. Fuck, even his clavicle is sexy.

“It was not one time.” I kiss his neck. “I think it was like five.” I kiss him again.

“That other time, Vivienne said she bought me a swimsuit and it dissolved in the water. How is that my fault?” He bends to kiss my nose. “Now, are we taking a shower before we order or what?” He turns to walk to the shower, his pinky linked with mine as I move with him.

“Shower would be nice,” I admit as I walk with him to the bathroom, stopping when I see the condition of the bed. The spot in the middle of it looks like I wet the bed. “We need to change the sheets.” I smirk at him as I watch his ass walk away. “Also, there is no way I cannot tell people about what just happened.” I throw up my hands. “I mean, people might be able to tell.”

“Julia.” He says my name while chuckling.

“Chase.” I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. “It shows all over my face I just had the best sex of my life.” My cheeks are tinted pink, my hair is out of control. I have little red dots on my breasts and stomach from his scruff.

“You look just as beautiful as you did that first day.” He stands behind me and puts his hands on my hips. “Shall we take a bath?” My eyes light up at that suggestion. “Bath it is.”

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