Page 84 of Dirty Beasts: Chance

He descends my body once more and as I’m rippling through the peak of the orgasm, he seizes my clit in his mouth sucks it though his teeth, and then thrashes his tongue over me, side to side, violently.

The universe itself coruscates inside me.

I come all over his mouth, and keep coming.

He gives me his fingers again, and now something snaps inside me. Breaks.

Helpless to stop it, I feel something gush out of me, wetness spurting in short, hard spasms.

I curl in on myself, unable to tolerate any more. I’m gasping like I’ve sprinted a hundred-yard dash in record time. Every muscle is clenching and releasing, my eyes squeezed tight, hips helplessly thrusting.

Chance hauls me into his arms and rolls to his back, bringing me on top of him. His giant arms shelter me. My hips fit against his, between his raised thighs, feet planted with knees bent. I’m partly on my side, aftershocks make me twitch spastically.

He holds me. Smoothes his fingers through my curls.

After a moment or two, I gather enough wherewithal to straighten, lying on my belly on him, leaning on my forearms on his chest. I feel his arousal pressing huge and thick against my thigh and sex and belly. Straining. Begging.

Tear tracks stain my cheeks I know, which are likely flushed pink. “Chance,” I whisper, swallowing hard, shaking my head. “Good lord.”

He grins, cocky, pleased and proud. “That…is an orgasm.”

“That was so much more than an orgasm I don’t think they have a word for it.” I shimmy higher, breasts smashed between our bodies, my arms looping under his neck and head. “That was the single most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” I blush so hard my cheeks hurt. “I think I squirted.” I mutter that last part against his neck, my forehead pressing into his jaw.

His hands roam my shoulders, back, hips, and ass in a soothing circuit of sliding palms. “Love watching you come, Nik. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.” He shakes his head, turns his face to kiss my temple. “You’rethe most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and never more so than when you’re coming.”

Need pounds through me—forhim. To join with him. To feel him inside me. To be connected to him, surrounded and filled by him. To give myself utterly to him. I need it more than I need to breathe.

I lean on my forearms again, bracing them on his chest. Hold his eyes, unblinking, as I slide my thighs, one and then the other, to the outside of his. He straightens his legs out onto the bed, allowing me to straddle him.

“Mama, all I care about is you. Making you feel good.” His eyes are…not haunted, but…

Scared.

He’s scared.

He’ll make me come again and again, until I’m nothing but a puddle of jelly. But taking the step to make love to me, despite his promises and teasing? He’s scared. He’ll never say so. But he is. I can see it. He wants me. He needs me.

God, it’s crazy, but I think he loves me.

I think he’s underselling how often he’s been rejected at this point simply for being too…much. Too giant, in every way.

I’m not scared.

I am thrilled.

Excited.

Ready.

14A Priceless Gift

Chance

My heart is hammering a crazy tattoo in my chest, my pulse so loud in my ears I can barely hear the surf outside. Her weight is negligible, straddling me, but it anchors me down, grounds me. Terrifies me. Her thighs are soft against mine. Her sex is a damp warmth against my painfully hard cock. Her breasts drape like hot silk against my chest.

I can’t manage a full breath, can’t quite swallow. Certainly, I have no fucking words.

I want her.