“So if I get the bed, are you taking the couch or a bed in one of your guest rooms?” she teases.
Grinning, I shake my head. “Nope. I’m snuggling you tonight.” After I fuck her, of course.
“Oh, you are?” she asks innocently as if she never even considered it.
Nodding my head, I slowly pull my black t-shirt up and over my head. I even flex my pecs at her and give her a leer. Her burst of giggles lets me know I have partially succeeded in making her more comfortable. She seemed so wary and hesitant when I gave her the tour of my house, I worried she was intimidated by it. I don’t want her to be intimidated by me. With her, I'm just a great big horny teddy bear.
She looks at me expectantly and makes a hurry up gesture with her hands as I stall in my stripping. I stare into her eyes once she finally has her fill of my upper half. I won't lie, I like how my body seems to be affecting her. I'm in good shape because I fucking work hard on myself.
I toss my t-shirt at her head and grin when it lands there, covering her eyes. She laughs and peels the shirt off of her face, dropping it to the floor.
Snapping her fingers, she says, “Let’s see the goods!”
I slowly undo the belt holding my jeans up and drop it next to my feet. The jeans come next. I slide them down my legs, revealing my tight-fitting black boxer briefs. Kicking them off, I stand up tall and straight for her. She rewards me with a loud wolf whistle.
“Come on! I wanna see some man meat baby!” she cheers.
“Really?” I lower my briefs to the top of my stiffening cock. I'm not even halfway hard. Yet. Fuck.
She nods her head quickly and sits up. Crossing her legs, she leans forward and continues to stare hard at my mid-section. My cock twitches just from the intensity of her stare.
Grinning, I push my boxer briefs down my legs and step out of them. As I stand back up, I hear her quietly gasp.
I walk towards her, my cock bobbing, and when I am almost a foot away she gets a silly grin on her face. Her eyes light up with amusement and she says with a smirk, “It doesn't look nearly as big as I thought it was.”
I growl, jumping towards her. Landing on top of her, I smile and lean down to kiss her lips. I know she was just teasing, trying to get me worked up, but let's see if she still thinks I'm small after I destroy her cunt.
Avery
God, the things this man does to me. Being in his room, on his bed, squirming beneath his stroking hand, I feel utterly possessed by Chase. Utterly claimed by him as he presses his kiss against my lips and the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.
He uses my own wetness to swirl around my clit in tight circles.
“Chase,” I pant against his mouth and my hips rock.
There’s a warm pressure building inside me. I’m so very aware that I’m still dressed, but he’s on top of me, completely naked. His cock is already hard and within in my reach. But each time I try to grab it, his body moves, blocking my hand.
“You’re already wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips as if he appreciates it, as if he’s amazed by it.
I groan, my back arching as his fingers drag down. They probe at my entrance, so thick, so tempting. Then, without warning, he thrusts his fingers hard and deep inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he purrs into my lips then he kisses me, his tongue plundering my mouth.
I don’t know how he can do both at once. The way his tongue moves, the way his fingers move, I’m so overwhelmed. I keep trying to focus on both but it’s too much. He moves his fingers in and out of me, as if he’s tracing me, memorizing me while his tongue clashes against mine. Hungrily he swallows my moans.
His fingers curl, he rubs them across that sensitive spot. I reach up and grab at his head, yanking at his hair. Crying out in his mouth.
He never stops.
If anything, he seems encouraged by my actions. Totally spurned on. His fingers pump harder and harder. The warm pressure continues to build and build. My thighs tighten around his hand. I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Stop, Chase, I’m going to come!” I gasp into his mouth and he chuckles.
“Come, Avery,” he encourages me. “Come on my fingers my raven-haired beauty.”
I thrash my head back and forth. Fighting the pressure, fighting the release.
“No,” I groan out desperately. I don’t want to come like this, and so soon. I want to come impaled on his cock.
“Don’t fight it,” he growls huskily. His teeth nip at my lip, then he stamps hot kisses down my throat. “Don’t fight me. You can’t win.”
I know he’s right, I’m no match for him, but still I fight it. Fight the pressure. Fight the wet heat swelling inside me. Something about coming on his fingers just feels too vulnerable, too raw.
“Come,” he repeats and his hot tongue lashes at my throat.
Then his mouth kisses lower and lower until his teeth are grazing over the cup of my bra. His fingers drive inside me relentlessly, not once faltering. He has the strength, the endurance and speed to outlast me. I know this, vaguely I even realize it. But something inside me still insists I hold out.
“No,” I whimper pathetically, but it’s no use. I’m stubborn but my body is just barely holding out.
Chase growls, “Yes.” I feel a sharp pain in my breast, right on top of my nipple. Just as the first wave of my orgasm hits me, I realize he’s biting me through my bra.
“Fuck,” I cry out, over and over as I’m swept up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I can feel my walls grabbing at him, milking his fingers as if they were milking cum out of his cock. My orgasm crashes into me so hard I’m a quivering, mewling mess when I finally start to come back down.
“Good girl,” Chase growls as he kisses me, swallowing up my moans.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he slowly, torturously draws his fingers out. I’m extra sensitive and my thighs feel soaked.
He grins, a very smug grin, then licks his fingers, tasting me. My cheeks are so hot while I watch him. He seems to really enjoy the taste of me. He makes little rumbly noises in his throat. And if that’s not bad enough, when he’s done licking me off his fingers, he reaches down and wraps those same fingers around the base of his cock.
I can’t look away. I can’t help but watch with a new wave of heat rolling over my body while he strokes his glistening fingers up and down his thick length.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands me.
I continue to watch, mesmerized by him jerking himself while my fingers obey his command. Finding the hem of my shirt, I yank it up and toss it to the floor.
His eyes darken and they practically burn through my breasts as he orders me to, “Remove your bra.”
Fuck, a new wave of anticipation grips me. I just came but fuck if I don’t want him filling me with that beautiful cock.
With one hand I reach back, my own fingers effortlessly unsnapping my bra. Once the hooks are free, my straps immediately start slipping down my shoulders.
Chase growls and I watch a flush of red creep up his neck. I slip the bra off and toss it to the floor.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chase growls as he looks at me, as he drinks in my breasts. He looks so strained, so tense as if he’s barely restraining himself. His fingers pump furiously up and down his cock. It looks as if his grip is painful.
“Now your pants.”
I reach down and push my pants down, wiggling my ass out. Chase growls almost viciously and a bit of precum leaks from his cock, hitting me on the thigh.
I reach down and our eyes lock. I swipe up some of that precum and dip my fingers into my mouth.
I, “Mmmm,” as I lick him from my fingers. He tastes salty and warm.
One moment Chase looks stunned as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing then the next he looks as if he’s about ready to explode.
“Of, fuck, now you’re going to get it,” he warns me and reaches out for me, grabbing me by the panties.
He tears the silky fabric down my legs, leaving a damp trail behind because they’re completely fucking soaked.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he breathes into my ear as he covers me with his body.
I grab onto his meaty shoulders for support then wrap my legs tight around his waist, locking them at the ankles.
“Good girl,” he groans and without warning I feel the swollen head of his cock sliding through my folds.
“I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he tells me and then as if to torture me, he pushes the head of his cock against my oversensitive clit. My legs tremble, my breath catches in my throat.
“I’m going to fuck you my beautiful Raven girl,” he continues, as the head of his cock swirls and swirls.
My nails sink into his skin. Oh, fuck if he keeps this up, I’m going to come again.
“Because you’re mine,” he says with such force, with such authority as if just by speaking it makes it real.
I whimper and my hips rock. The pressure just builds and builds.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he orders me.
But how can I say that? I don’t have the breath to speak or the sense of mind to even say the words.
When I don’t do as he asks he growls and slaps my pussy with the head of his cock.
“Please,” I beg him, arching up off the bed, trying to pull his shoulders down.
He shakes his head. His eyes, they’re so dark as they bore into me. He looks so much like he did when he was in the ring against Ethan…. So intense, like he knows he’s going to win, and he’s not going to back down.