Page 96 of Keep Your Guard Up
“But …fuck,” he moaned, a twitch of pleasure skittering through his hips.
I wrapped my lips around the whole head this time and took him down as far as my throat would allow. What my mouth couldn’t cover, my hand did. Sucking him deeply, pulling on every nerve ending, I looked up to find his eyes tightly closed, shoulders folded forward.
“Mmm,” I moaned onto his cock, the edges of my mouth tipping up at the sides when he frantically reached a hand down to fist my hair.
A gentle, urging pressure. Both wanting and needing me to keep going. So I picked up my pace, moving quicker and drawing with more pressure to pull out every ounce of pleasure for him.
This man.
This wonderful man.
This wonderful man that I was falling in love with.
His eyes opened, looking down on me with dilated pupils filled with heat and infatuation. A gentle tug on my hair and he freed his cock from my mouth, multiple rolls of pleasure shivering through his back.
“On your back,” he commanded, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. The raspiness in his voice and the way his hands were still clenched at his sides— he had been close.
I fell back onto the bed, my eyes most likely mirroring his own. Watching and feeling him come so close boosted my libido to never-seen-before levels.
“I need to feel you,” he muttered, running his hands from my toes all the way to my hips. Chance placed a light pressure on my hips, pinning them to the mattress. “I just—”
“I’m here.” I reached up again and cupped his face.
His lips immediately found the palm of my hand and he released a long breath.
“I’m with you.”
And then he was inside me. In one long, quick thrust, every inch of him was gripped tightly. Blinding pleasure erupted in me as I grappled for breath.
“Breathe … Sunny,” Chance rasped, also fighting for air. “I need you to breathe, baby.”
Sucking in air felt as easy as breathing underwater. I drew in small gasps just trying to get any oxygen in.
“Fuck … Fuck!” Chance began to move slowly, and I moaned, my walls refusing to move for him. All I could do wasfeel.
Feel him inside me.
Feel how tightly I was wrapped around him.
Feel how wound up he was already getting.
“Jesus, Chance,” I groaned, the head of his cock brushing up against that fucking spot. Pleasure was quickly racking itself up my spine and I trembled, something I hadn’t thought possible while on my back.
“Fuck … you’re always so goddamn tight,” he groaned, moving slowly inside of me.
“I was made for you,” I murmured. “That’s why you fit so perfectly.”
Long, pleasure-filled strokes of his cock inside me had me quickly ripping up that ladder of pressure. The knot winding tighter and tighter until I couldn’t contain it anymore.
I came apart on his cock hard and fast, crying out his name so loudly I’m sure the neighbours would be gossiping about it in the morning. But it wasn’t over, that knot wasn’t undone.
“Your turn,” I told him, pushing up on his shoulders as he allowed me to roll us over. His eyes glazed when he registered what I was doing, where I was.
I rocked my hips back and forth, swirling circles over his. I could barely speak, barely make a noise with how good he felt. How goodwefelt.
“Fuck, you… so good,” I ground out.
He groaned a sound of agreement, digging his fingers into my hips.
