Page 18 of Chance Encounter

I’m also cranky when I’m sexually frustrated. Add the two together, and I’m like a moody teenage girl. Having Chance in my bed is not something I ever thought would happen, and I’m not prepared for how it feels to have him in my space.

“Alright, alright, I can take the hint. Go to sleep, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll keep my trap shut.”

“Thanks,” I yawn and pull the comforter up to my chin.

My body starts to relax, and my eyes become heavy. “Your bed is comfortable,” Chance says in awe.

I turn over to look at him in the dark room. I can’t see him, so I know he can’t see the daggers I’m trying to shoot out of my eyes at him to shut. The. Fuck. Up.

I try to center myself by taking a breath so I don’t breathe fire on him like a pissed-off dragon and kill him as he lies next to me. “Did you think I sleep on a bed of hay?”

“No, of course not, but this is damn comfortable. I might ask you in the morning where you got it so that I can get one. I haven’t even fallen asleep, and I know I’m going to get the best sleep of my life here in this bed.”

“You can ask whatever you wanttomorrow. The keyword to that sentence is tomorrow.” I lean forward and spit out the rest of my words, not hiding how pissed off I am. “If you open your mouth one more time, I’m going to slit your throat and ruin my nice comfy bed.”

I feel the bed shake before I hear him. That asshole is laughing at me, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him get away with it. Slamming my hand on the base of my lamp, it turns on to reveal a very shocked Chance. I roll over and hover over him. His face transforms from wide eyes and mouth in an ‘O’ to flushed cheeks and eyes that smolder.

He breathes my name into the air, and his lips brush against mine. I’m shocked by the daring move, although I shouldn’t be since he blew me while I was at his house.

Leaning down, I take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug. Pulling back, I lean on my arm and grasp his chin with my other hand. “Did you do that so I wouldn’t kill you?”

“Me? You bit my lip,” he accuses as one hand cups the side of my hip.

“Youbrushed your mouth to mine first; therefore, you started it. What I want to know is if you only did it so I won’t kick you out of my bed.”

He licks his lips, his eyes never once leaving my mouth. “I did it because you’re hot, and I’m very drawn to your mouth even when you’re spitting vitriol at me.”

Internally, I roll my eyes.

“What big words you speak,” I taunt him.

“I can show you something else that’s big.” He may not be showing me, but I definitely feel something growing against my thigh, and it’s only getting bigger. “I’ve heard hate sex is hot, and it doesn’t have to mean anything. In fact, we might hate each other more afterward.”

Rubbing my leg against his rock-hard erection, my lips angle up. “I wouldn’t mind loathing you a littlemoreand owning your ass for one night.”

He juts his hips up. “Is that a dare?”

Moving back on my knees, I bring the covers with me and yank his underwear down. His cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It’s thick with a vein running up the side that I want to lick but won’t. No, I’m going to dominate Chance.

I move to rid myself of my underwear until I have them at my knees, and my ankle gives a little twinge. Okay, more like a lot, but I try not to let it show.

His gaze goes to my leg. “Fuck, your ankle. You don’t have to be all growly.” His eyes are laughing at me, letting me know my plan is turning to shit.

Kicking my leg out, I roll onto my back and quickly remove my boxer briefs. “Get on your hands and knees,” I demand, gripping his hips and forcing him to turn over. Chance’s ass wiggles in the air, almost like it’s goading me. It’s round and firm and damn fine. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

I grab the lube and a condom and slip it on before getting up on my knees. I slather my aching cock, run my fingers around his hole, and slip one finger in easily and pull it out. Greedy, I line myself up while I hold him by the nape of his neck. My head pushes through his tight ring, and then I slam in the rest of the way. Chance lets out a loud moan as our skin slaps as I pound into him.

Gripping onto his hip, my fingers dig into his flesh, knowing I’ll more than likely leave bruises, and it gives me a high like no other knowing I’ll leave my mark on him for longer than the moment we’re having.

I take out every ounce of aggression I have on him. This feels good.Hefeels good, and that knowledge pisses me off. Where is the asshole I thought he was?

I pound into him. In and out. In and out until my balls start to tingle. My hand presses into the area between his shoulder blades and forces his face into the mattress.

Chance moans and his body starts to shake underneath mine, spurring me on. He’s close. “Fuck yourself with your hand,” I demand, slapping his ass.

He clenches around me, letting me know he likes it when I slap him. I love the sight of my handprint on his ass. I smack him again, and this time I let go.

My cock jerks, and Chance’s walls start to squeeze around me. Hot spurts of cum stream and fill the condom as Chance's body tenses and then turns to putty beneath me.

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