Page 33 of Chad's Chase
“Slow.”
He moved. Flexing his hips backwards then pushing back into me, picking up a steady rhythm. It was fucking heavenly. To have a man inside me and was actuallyenjoyingit, was something I never believed possible.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, and my booted legs around his waist, I thrust up my hips and whispered, “A little faster. A little harder.”
Chad obeyed, clamped his mouth down on mine and fucked me as I directed, making me feel tingle and belly-swirls that I’ve never felt before. His cock was huge and potent inside me. Driving me up a mountain I’ve never climbed before.
So good.So fucking good.
As unprecedented pleasure reared up within me, I panted in short bursts of breath, “Harder, Chad. Faster. This feels…This feels…”
With a pleasing groan, Chad leaned up and unwrapped my legs from around his waist, pressing them down to my chest. “It feels what, Blood?”
“Really good.”
“Just ‘really good’?”
My hips rolled. “Please, come back inside.”
Once again, his smile brightened the room. Like my silver lining of light. He thrust back inside me, and as I asked for it, he gave it.
Harder.
And faster.
He was fucking me for me. Not for himself. I could tell by the way his dark, observing eyes watched me. I wanted him to enjoy it. Because this may be the first and last time we ever get to fuck.
Yet at the same time, I couldn’t stop to make sure he enjoyed it, because my joints were seizing, and my vision was transforming into nothing but a burst of stars, my mind obliterated of everything and all things.
Then my mouth tore open as broken screams flew through it, my whole body stiffening and juddering at the same time.
This was a different kind of orgasm than an orgasm stimulated through the clitoris. This was more intense. More crippling. More joint-numbing. And I enjoyed every fucking second of it.
I could feel my muscles clenching around Chad’s big cock.
“So tight…” he groaned, pumping into me over and over, keeping my legs pressed to my chest. “It’s almost hard to believe…”
I wouldn’t tell him that it was because a cock hadn’t been inside me since I was sixteen, or that toys were prohibited in my girl-to-girl fuckings.
He didn’t need to know the reason behind my tightness.
A feral noise erupted from him, and he threw his head back and came with a stiffening force. His tatted, ripped body plus the veins bulging in his neck made him look like a glorious beast bathed in red sunlight.
Drained and enervated, with a weight so great, he slumped down on top of me and pressed his face into my neck, his breathing sharp-edged.
Sated, and still on a euphoric high, I brought my hands up and raked them through his hair in a tender way I knew I shouldn’t. I kissed his shoulder in a passionate way I knew I shouldn’t. I let myself enjoy him in a selfish way I knew I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t.
But I couldn’t help it.
Killing him…killing him was going to be hard.
