Page 41 of Chad's Chase

“You okay?” he solicitously asked.

I leaned in and kissed him so he’d know just how okay I was. He was a lot rougher tonight than he was last night, but who was complaining? I enjoyed him both tender and rough.

Clasping my hips, he gently urged me in an undulating motion, and I followed his directions. Somehow, it was as if he knew of my inexperience with men. Maybe he wasn’t bluffing last night. Maybe hecouldsee through me.

Once I got the gist of what he wanted me to do, I held onto his shoulders and began rocking my hips in a faster rhythm against him. Allowing me my independence, he let go of my hips and reached up to cup my breasts, kneading and licking them, while I rocked, pleasuring both myself and him. The best goddamn feeling on earth.

Hands leaving my breasts, they rested on my hips again to pause my movements. When I stopped and looked at him in question, he urged my hips up, and then down. Up, and then down again.

Okay, he was officially teaching me how to fuck a cock.

For a chick with so much talk, I should be embarrassed, but I wasn’t.

Fortunately, I was a quick learner, and in no time, he was releasing me as I took over. Adding my own flair, I mixed it up with rocking and riding alternatively, but not predictably patterned.

Chad’s eyes fluttered down and his head fell back as a deep moan rolled in his throat, his hands gripping my thighs.

It wasn’t long before the distinct, ne plus ultra-intense orgasm began building up inside me, making me raw and frenzied. As a result, I began riding him harder, faster, crazed. Chasing that new feeling, that new kind of orgasm. I rode and rode, harder and harder, reeling it in. Until the fishing line ended, and the orgasm burst over me in streaming waves. Robbing me free of every bit of sanity and energy I had.

I couldn’t ride anymore. I could only stiffen and revel in the pleasure I’d selfishly stolen from this man, not caring for his needs.

But no worries, he wastakingit. While I was still in spastic mode, he rocked forward so I was on my back and he was on his knees between my thighs, cock still inside me.

Shoving his jeans further down his legs, he pressed one palm flat against my stomach, eased his hips back, his cock sliding almost completely out before he rammed right back into me. I started to cry out, but his other hand clamped over my mouth, locking my cries in. Keeping his hand over my mouth, he began the punitive pumps. Hard, fast, and unrelenting. His breathing came in ragged hitches, punctuated with sharp expletives, as he pounded me into the ground.

Like I never knew possible, I came again. Convulsively hard. With a whiny groan stifled by Chad’s hand. My fingernails sinking into his shoulders.

Just as soon, Chad chased me over the cliff. His firm, taut body in a spasmodic seize. His muscles contracting. His pleasure-filled eyes locked on mine. A strangled sound trapped in his throat.

After a couple minutes ticked by, Chad removed his hand from my mouth and I grinned, breathing butchered.

We’d fucked vulgarly loud, hard and carelessly in the goddamn complex garden.

A shudder washed over him when I trailed the tips of my fingers up the side of his neck glossed with a thin sheet of sweat. Then, and only then, did I break the spell to ask a question I should have asked him the second he’d pushed me off the swing.

“How thefuckdid you get in here?”