Page 24 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Nuzzling the skin under her ear, I slipped a bra strap off her shoulder and pushed a cup down, then palmed a warm, firm breast. “Do you want my tongue inside you?”

She writhed under me.

I smiled against her neck before lifting off her long enough to unhook her bra and pull it away. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She lay under me, her round tits heaving. Pink nipples as hard as arrows thrust toward the ceiling.

Sexy as fuck.

Unable to resist, I covered her again and took one perfect tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight point. I smoothed my other hand down her flat belly to her sex, finding her damp pussy. I slipped between her folds and rubbed her clit.

She made another sharp squeal. Her hips lifted, seeking my hand.

I gave her nipple a soft bite, then moved down her body, trailing a line of kisses down her quivering belly. When I got to her pussy, I pushed her thighs open until they were flat against the bed. Then I parted her lips with my thumbs and gave her clit a single swipe of my tongue.

She jerked. “Yes!”

Abandoning her clit, I rubbed my cheek against her inner thigh, grazing her skin with my stubble before turning my head and planting a soft kiss on her sensitive skin. Above me, she gasped and shuddered, squirming like she couldn’t stand it. I did the same to her other thigh, then her mound, bringing my lips close to her clit without actually touching it. All the while, I rubbed my thumbs up and down her slick lips, teasing just under the hard, swollen nub. We did that for a minute, me kissing all around the place she wanted me to be, her jerking and wiggling as she tried to get me there.

“Chase,” she growled in warning.

I gave a huff of laughter against her pussy. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, then gave her clit a series of fast, hard rubs as I plunged my tongue into her core.

She lifted off the bed, the orgasm ripping through her like a crack of lightning. Her legs squeezed around my head as she shook.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her still while I stabbed my tongue in and out of her. She screamed and ground her pussy against my face.

Too fucking delicious.

I went back to her clit, sucking and nipping and pulling another release from her. Then another. Her salty-sweet taste filled my mouth, and I dipped down to her opening, pumping her with my tongue as I had with my cock earlier in the day.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pushed weakly at my shoulders. “Chase… Chase, please.”

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I rose and snatched my wallet from a desk in the corner, somehow managing to snag a condom and make it back to the bed without tripping over her clothes. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as I rolled it on, and she bit her lower lip as her gaze fixed on my bobbing shaft.

Then she licked her lips.

Game. Fucking. Over.

Gripping my cock, I settled between her legs and drove into her with a single thrust.

Euphoria.Heat seared my shaft from root to tip. My breath left my lungs on a harsh gasp. For a second, I saw stars. Then my hips moved of their own accord, and I drove in and out, slamming into her over and over.

She moved with me, lifting her hips to meet every thrust, her drenched pussy smacking as I plunged in and out. Our gasps mingled as our gazes locked, the wonder I felt reflected in her eyes. Pressure surged up my cock, and I let go, my thrusts becoming harder and wilder and more frenzied. Her tits bounced up and down, and her mouth opened on a soundless scream as she came again, a flush spreading over her chest.

“Fuck!”I growled, barreling toward my own release. My voice went so guttural my words were more grunts than speech. “So…fucking…tight.” I drove home with a final thrust, my mind blanking as I finished in a hot spurt that seemed to go on forever.

When I drifted back to earth, my head was buried in her neck. I touched my tongue to her skin, tasting salt. “You okay?” I asked quietly.

“Better than okay.”

I slipped out of her and left the bed long enough to get rid of the condom. When I returned, I rolled her into my arms and tucked her head under my chin. Even as sated as I was, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and I stroked lazy circles around her shoulder with my fingertips. “Well?”

She looked up. “Well, what?”

“Did I make you happy?”

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