Page 31 of Chad's Chase

With hooded eyes, Chad studied my breasts for several heartbeats before reaching up to cup them in his hands, his thumbs and forefingers twisting my pink nipples. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I didn’t know what to say to that except, “You’re gonna hurt me?”

Movements paused, he raised his eyes to mine, and, for a while, we just stared at each other.

I was patient for his answer. I needed to know this would feel good. I needed to know he wouldn’t hurt me, force me, or bruise me like Mr. D used to. I needed to know I could trust him…with my body.

“Never,” he said at last. And this was an answer I knew wasn’t too late to be true. Because Ifeltevery bit of truth and promise behind it.

Never, he promised.

Iwould, though. Oh, how I would hurt him.

Nonetheless, he didn’t return the question, so there was no need for me to lie to his face and promise him I wouldn’t hurt him either.

Squirming from the heavy ache between my thighs, I undulated beneath him, arching up, begging him to put his mouth on me.

Obliging, he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into that sinful mouth of his. And I let out a sound somewhere between a growl, a grunt, and a groan. Far from ladylike.

This moment was… I could not believe I was willingly giving myself over to aman. How did this happen? I came here to assassinate this man, and here I was writhing hotly beneath him like some desperate slutbag.

Skillfully, his tongue made swirls around my nipple, while his hand kneaded the other. But I wanted more. Just…more. My mind was like a blank slate, with only one word floating around.

More.

More.

Heatedly possessed, I reached between us and began undoing his shirt buttons with a feverish impatience. To help me out, he drew up and doffed the shirt, tossing it in the same direction as my costume bra.

Hard, defined, and deeply inked, his chest left me with my mouth hanging. Tattoos I couldn’t make out in the dark crept around from his back onto his abdomen, some crawling down both his arms. I tried to avoid looking at the silver chain around his neck. My mother had given it to him. And it’d become a part of his skin; he never took it off. Ever.

I wanted to touch his pectorals, but he didn’t give me the chance to admire him as he lowered back down and plunged his tongue in my mouth. Kissing me harder this time.

With ginger fingers, I reached up and touched his pectorals. He felt good. His skin taut and warm. Getting braver, I opened my palms and smoothed them down to his abs.

Being like this with a male, so sensual, was all new for me. Why did it feel so damn good to touch him?

Chad snuck his hand down my costume bottom, finding me wet and eager.

A moaned slipped from my mouth and straight into his when his long fingers slid back and forth in experienced and adept motions over my swollen, slippery clit.

“So fucking ready for me,” he hissed against my lips, a flow of air rushing through his nostrils.

Wasn’t so sure about that. My body might be ready yeah, but my mind wasn’t. Because as we drew closer, as our bodies got hotter, as much as Ineededthis, I could feel the panic coming on.

Slow and deliberate, Chad slid a finger inside me and I slipped into another world. His finger was longer, thicker, more stimulating than a woman’s. His finger wasthere,so gentle, stroking me in no rush, but taking his delicate time to make mefeel.

Then it was gone, and he was pushing up onto his knees. Feeling cold at the loss of his big, warm body shielding over mine, I shifted a little, and focused to see he was just undoing his belt buckle. Not abandoning me. In no hurry, at his own pace, he undid his pants and shoved them down his hips.

Apparently he wasn’t an undergarment kind of man, because he was commando as his cock stood erect; long, thick, and curved towards his abdomen. And he was hairless in this area. Completely clean-shaven. A gasp escaped me. I couldn’t help it, because, hell, could he get any hotter?

A stark contrast to the big, disgusting Mr. D who I was forced to take inside me.

Chad’s cock was larger, stiffer, with veins trailing in crooked lines up to the underside of his very red head—red and shiny and…suckable.

This was such a different experience. So different. His cock didn’t repulse me, didn’t make me feel afraid. Actually, I was giddy to know what it felt like.

Reaching out, I touched it with tentative fingers. It was so hard, yet soft. So venous, yet smooth.