Page 17 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)

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Celeste

Chase is silent. His chest now speckled with sweat. The muscles twitching below a light dusting of hair.

Gorgeous. Chiseled.

He’s a dream come true and he’s throbbing in my hand, the veins in his cock turgid, raised below my fingertips.

I watch, mesmerized, craning my neck so I can see as the thick head of his cock pushes inside of me.

He groans, his big body shuddering. “Yeah, that’s my sweet, delicious girl welcoming me home.”

Home.

It feels so right to be opening myself to this man.

But I’m instantly full and he’s not even two inches in. How is he going to fit?

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, kisses me, grinding a little more in, working his pelvis back and forth, and a yawning hunger spreads through me. Opening something.

A deep, timeless awareness.

My pussy burns hotter, my pulse tripping along, doubling in speed, and suddenly he’s really pushing in.

Grinding, kissing me and shoving his enormous, ten-inch dick inside of me.

“That’s. It,” He chokes out. “Let Daddy all. The. Way. In.”

I let go of a rough sound, that’s been locked in my throat.

My ears whoosh, blood singing inside them with pleasure. Even more heat and pressure build behind my sternum.

I’ve heard hushed confessions from the girls at work about Daddy talk. It never sounded sexy. But with Chase…I want him to be my everything.

A fresh hot batch of tears claw up into my throat and I don’t know if it’s from the incredibly, beautiful pressure of him filling me up as he slowly pulls back and advances a little further.

Or if it’s from the emotions around the promises.

The hope.

That he is…

Real.

I’m suddenly so overwhelmed my arms fly up and around his neck, my legs locking around his hips.

And of course Chase knows. He knows everything.

“I’ve got you now. This is us. Just let go.”

I sob into his neck, my body already pulsing, head to toe. With a quick thrust he drives in, tearing a scream from my throat. The hot, hard band of his arms tighten, drawing me impossibly close to his strong chest as he pants into my mouth.

My mind goes blurry. The cool trail of tears on my temples tells me I’m crying, but I’m only feeling our connection now.

Him. Deep. All consuming.

Then he truly starts to pound into me. Slow, deep strokes. that stretch me, awaken my body, marking me within.

It’s his claim.

The tempo builds, Chase’s skin slicks with sweat as our exhales mingle. It’s carnal and far more intimate than I ever imagined sex would be.

Leveraging himself on the arm of the couch, Chase changes the angle. Harder. Different. Not as deep, but…

Perfection. “Right…right there. There!”

Thud. Thud. Thud. The furniture cracks against the floor below us as I climb a blindingly high peak, my entire body becoming my pussy.

“I’m close…” I cry, shaking, panting. “God!”

But Chase doesn’t let me fall into the abyss. The gorgeous bastard edges me. And edges me. At least that’s what he calls it.

Getting me right there, rocking his magical dick in every aching spot I have, but not letting me hit the apex.

I’m going mad. Beautifully. Wildly. Mad.

And he knows this.

My shirt is twisted around my neck, my beasts bouncing around with every thrust. His sweat drops down onto my burning skin, until I’m a river of his sweat and my own.

It’s the hottest moment of my life.

I never want it to end, but I. Have. To. Come.

“Please, god. Please make me come.”

He goes utterly still, propped on one arm above me, his thumb finding my clit. Rubbing gently, but firmly back and forth, keeping me right there. Right at the very highest point. “That’s it baby. Tell me what you need.”

“To ride you until I break.”

I bite my lip when his gaze goes feral.

“I can’t believe I just said that.” I try to backtrack.

“Oh no. Don’t you get shy now. I love that you’re ready to destroy your own pussy with this cock.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a shaky breath. “I can’t believe what you’ve turned me into in just a few minutes.”

He kisses my brow. My lids. The corner of my mouth. Pulls the edge of his teeth against my earlobe and ruining me when he whispers hotly, “I’ve turned you into mine.”

I nod without speaking, without looking at him because I can’t believe I’m this woman.

His big hands frame my ribs, holding me up as he flips us over so I’m astride his much wider pelvis with his cock still stuffed inside of me.

I can barely breathe. God. He’s really, really deep.

Chase fists my hair, drawing my mouth down to his. “Break us both, baby. Because we’re not coming back from this as the same people.”