Page 77 of Chad's Chase

And by the time his head dipped and his lips met mine, I was mush. Putty in his hands. As if I ever stood a chance against him, I submissively parted my lips and invited him in.

He entered, he took over, he possessed. He ordered and I complied. He commanded and I yielded. He dominated and I submitted.

He was a drug.

I was an addict.

He was becoming more powerful.

I was dying.

He should not be feared, he should be loved.

Chad tugged on the ties of my robe, letting the thing fall open. Bringing his hands to my shoulders, he used his index fingers to push the material until it slid off my shoulders, off my arms, and pooled in a silky heap at my feet. Breaking the kiss, he looked down between us and realized I was standing completely naked before him.

Raw hunger flared in his eyes, and when they came back up to mine, I asked, “Why did you call her over?”

Clasping my hips, he raised me onto the dinner table and pushed my legs apart. Taking both my nipples between his fingers, he pinched and released them.

I whimpered at the stinging sensation left behind.

“You have the most perfect tits, I swear to God…” Chad whispered. Then he lowered his head and kissed between them, cupping them in his hands, pushing them together, licking his tongue up my cleavage, pressing his face between them.

Uh huh, helovedmy breasts.

“Why did you call her over, Chad?” I asked again.

Leaving my breasts, he smoothed his hands down my sides, getting down on his knees as he kissed down my stomach. When his face was fully between my thighs, I shifted my ass to the edge of the table and widened my legs to give him easier access.

“For you,” he answered, just before swiping his tongue up my seam.

At the lick of pleasure, my eyes flickered down, but I managed to get out, “What?”

But he’d already begun his meal, and apparently this particular killer had propriety and didn’t speak while he ate.

Propping my feet on his shoulders, I pressed my palms down on the table and raised up my hips to grind on his tongue, my head tossed back, my mouth hung open as I circled my hips round and round and fucked his mouth.

As though he’d never gotten his mouth fucked before, he let out an approvingly strangled noise, and when I glanced down at him, he was staring up at me, his eyes wild. Tall, flickering flames blazing. I was doing things to him, and I liked that, liked that very much, so I circled my hips faster, grinding in his mouth.

He plunged two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out to the rhythm I’d set.

That did it for me. As my orgasm crashed through me like a wrecking ball smashing through a dilapidated building, my hips shot higher, forcing Chad to raise with it, his mouth sucking onto my clit like his life depended on it, never letting go, sticking with me, competing, holding onto the very end.

As the intense sensations slowly faded, my hips lowered back down onto the table, and Chad let go. While I floated on the afterglow, he got to his feet and rid himself of his jeans. Commando. Always commando.

He paused and deliberatively studied me.

“What?” I asked.

“I want to take you from behind, but…”

At the mere thought of him fucking me from behind I froze up, my heart drumming, whooshing loud in my ears.

Noticing this, Chad cupped my face and forced me to look at him. “Hey, I won’t, okay? Not until you’re ready.”

I’ll never be ready.“Thank you.”

He motioned for me to move back on the table, and I slithered up in the center and lay back, watching him crawl up between my legs. Thank hell this table was made from some strong, expensive wood and not some flimsy IKEA shit, or we’d both be crashing to the floor from Chad’s weight alone.