Page 19 of Safeguard

I love it.

His hands are everywhere—his touch like a match to my skin, lighting tiny fires everywhere his fingertips trace.

Our tongues dance a sweet rhythm, and a soft moan escapes my lips when his impressive bulge presses hard against my center.

My hands travel from his chest down to his abs, heightening my desire. I’ve never experienced such intense chemistry like this before, and I’m pretty sure, from the way he’s grinding his delicious bulge against my core, he feels it too.

He’s got my clit buzzing and my nipples harder than glass. God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had these feelings. Maybe never.

I wrap my hands around his broad shoulders, not even caring about my broken wrist at this point. Nothing is going to stop me from touching this Greek God right now.

“Mel, this is a bad idea.”

“You’re probably right.” I breathe before my hungry mouth smashes back onto his.

My hands move to his chest, clutching his shirt to pull us closer because I just want to melt into him until we’re one. I feel every solid inch of him as he steals all the oxygen from my lungs, possessing me with every swirl of his tongue.

My nipples are painfully hard, begging to be touched. Chase fists my thin shirt and bunches it over my breasts, dipping his head, and drawing my nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm.” I comb my hands through his hair, tugging lightly, as he alternates sucking each breast. Each flick of his tongue sends a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. “Chase,” I say, in a breathy moan as I work wildly to undo his belt and unzip his fly. My desire frantic—out of control as I quickly find his velvety hard length inside his boxer briefs.

“Jesus, Mel,” he groans into my mouth as I wrap my fingers around his thick, smooth cock, stroking up and down.

I grind my hips against his thigh, the urgency almost too much to bear.

“Hurry please,” He’s reduced me to begging—my desperation raging at an uncontrollable magnitude.

His eyes flash something primal just before he reaches for the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in an instant. The man is a beautiful piece of art I could stare at all day, but I need to feel his skin.

Oh, God! He has one of those mythical V’s, I’ve only heard about but never witnessed with my own two eyes.

I’m so turned on, I might come the moment he touches me. His magic hand slips beneath my sleep shorts, his fingers finding my eager pussy slick and hot.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes,” is all I can manage.

I let out a shaky breath, and my body begins to tremble. I’ve never come just from a man’s fingers before, but the way his are pumping inside me, rubbing slow circles against my clitoris with his thumb, I’m on the verge.

My eyes roll in the back of my head as the powerful buildup of my orgasm hovers.

“Oh, shit.”

I’m gonna…I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come hard.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he mutters as we fumble around in the darkness. His tender lips trace my skin taking me to a place I never want to leave.

“Oh God, Chase.”

Every cell in my body reverberates under his touch. I’m so slick and hot and needy–I’m hanging on by a thread, and he’s not even inside me yet. My grip tightens, digging into his shoulders as my thighs quiver and my muscles begin to contract.

“Yes, yes.” I close my eyes, and my head falls back with a moan from the pure bliss. My orgasm ripples through me, blinding my vision.

I come violently—shattering into a million glass shards—gripping his shoulders as I hang on for dear life. My limbs quiver as I pulse around his fingers, and my mouth parts as I call out his name.

My body melts into a boneless puddle in his arms. “Captain America,” I whisper to myself, and he chuckles. Oh my God, did I say that out loud?

“Wrap your arms around my neck, sweetheart.” In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground by my ass as if I weigh nothing. “I need to fuck you, now.” I wrap my legs around his waist and drag my tongue across his neck, producing a masculine growl from deep in his chest. “I need to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours and make it mine.”

Chase carries me down the hallway to the bedroom, whispering filthy, illicit words in my ear. But it’s the last thing he said that has me enchanted.

“Once I have you, princess, I’ll never stop.”

I’m so drunk with lust. The things I imagine myself doing to this man are so erotic—they might be illegal.

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