Page 90 of Mayhem

He grins like he knows the effect he has on me, but I don’t think there is any way he could. How could he when I don’t understand my own feelings?

Reaching down, he strokes himself twice before grabbing the condom. Once he is sheathed, he climbs back on the bed, settling between my legs.

“One day I’m going to take you raw. I’ll mark you fully so you will never forget who you belong to, but for now, this will have to do. Until I can get you on birth control.”

I gasp at his implication.

He swallows the sound with his lips as he brushes his erection through my slick folds. Each nudge against my bud jolts my body, making me want him to hurry the fuck up.

He doesn’t let me voice my frustrations as he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue.

When he finally positions himself at my entrance, he pulls back, looking into my eyes.

“I want you to watch what you do to me as much as I want to see what I do to you.”

Slowly, he presses in. The pace is torture as my channel continues to stretch, bringing on a stinging pain. He peppers kisses on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips between whispers of praise.

“You’re doing such an amazing job.” Kiss. “You’re such a good girl.” Kiss. “Relax, baby. You were made for me.” Kiss.

Once he meets resistance, he presses his lips to mine hard as he thrusts, eliminating my innocence.

It’s a blinding white pinch of pain, but as he continues to hold himself still over me, I feel myself come back into the moment.

His body is trembling above me as he tries to stay as still as possible. My clouded hearing clears, hearing his harsh breathing mixed with his words.

“You’re okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take all the pain away.”

As my body adjusts to his, the pain starts to recede, bringing back the heat from before. Taking a deep breath, I rock my hips against his, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself.

I do it again, loving his reaction, but moaning as my own jolt of pleasure comes.

“I’m ready, Chase,” I whisper.

He looks into my eyes. Whatever he sees must be what he’s looking for because he slowly starts to thrust, quickening his pace with each noise I make.

My skin tingles as he continues to move inside me. Feeling him inside me is another experience on its own. I feel full. Fulfilled. Like this is where I belong.

Chase is grunting as he grips my hip hard. He stares down at me, his eyes glassy and wild.

Curling my hands around his shoulder, I can’t help but hold on. The way he is looking at me now is enough to have me skyrocketing right back to the edge.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls, never letting up his unrelenting pace.

I gasp as the pure animalistic possessiveness in his eyes.

“You,” I breathe out.

“Louder.” His voice becoming unhinged, like he is hanging on, but just barely.

“You. I’m yours, Chase,” I scream out, my body feeling like it could break at any moment.

“You’re mine, Willow.Mine.”

Unable to hold on anymore, I explode, my body rocking against his as I arch up, my toes curling.

My heart stutters in tune with the throbbing overcoming my center. Chase’s dick twitches inside me moments before I hear a roar through the ringing in my ears.

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