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Fuck. Even I was surprised by the growl that came from my mouth. I’d fucking break her. I’d have her begging me to stop.
I let go of her nipple, pulling out my fingers and pushing her backwards suddenly. Then I climbed over the top of her, my cock brushing her pussy, moving over her stomach. Even I could feel the sticky trail of pre-cum I left. But she wasn’t getting any of that just yet. I pressed down on top of her, feeling those fucking tits under my chest.
“I’ll fucking break you, Tiger.”
Jazz opened her mouth. I knew she couldn’t resist the urge to fight me. I knew it did something to her. And just as whateverchallenge was about to slip off that tongue, I pushed my fingers into her mouth.
“Fucking suck them, Jazz.”
I pushed my thumb into her cheek, forcing her mouth around them. Her eyes darkened, staring up at me from where I straddled her. For a moment we stayed that way, looking at each other, my fingers soaked in her juices and rammed in her mouth. And then her tongue swirled over the tip of them, tasting, licking. And then she sucked. And, my fucking god, that feeling as she pulled my fingers deeper into her mouth, the sensation hitting my fucking cock, sending the bastard dripping even harder.
My eyes closed as I willed myself to stay in control, her mouth dancing over my fingers. When I tried to take them out, she sucked harder. That could be my cock. That fucking would be my cock. But not right now. I’d promised myself I’d sort her out first. My last gentlemanly act of the fucking night. Ladies fucking first.
I pulled free, wriggling off her chest and back to the bottom of the bed, my fingers gripping the flesh of her thighs and yanking, pulling her down the bed till her arse was almost hovering over the floor. Then I sank to my knees, pushing my face in between her legs and taking a big deep breath. The smell of her cunt sent my mind racing and my heart thumping. She was all warm earth and fresh soap.
I reached my tongue out first, swiping the tip through her wet slit, her thighs immediately clamping around my head and, fuck, they were strong. If I didn’t die of suffocation tonight, I would be doing something wrong. I licked again, taking my time, tasting everything about her. The stubble of once-shaved pubic hair was rough against my tongue, the juice spilling fromher pussy tangy, almost sour. It tingled the nerves, making me salivate like a dog waiting patiently for a treat. I swiped my tongue over her again, and this time her hips bucked as she pushed into me.
She was desperate. Desperate to come. I could feel it through the slight tremor of the muscles in the legs that wrapped round my face. I could feel it against my tongue as she pushed her pussy against me. I pushed inside her, tasting her even more, licking, flicking, and listening to her gasp above my head. And then I moved to her clit, where the nub was swollen. When I blew on it, she inhaled hard, already overly sensitive. And when I covered it with my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, her hips bucked into my face.
Her swollen clit tasted delicious as I sucked down hard, feeling the scratch of fingernails in my hair and the squeeze of her legs. She pushed my head further into her, moving with me as I sucked and licked. I pulled at her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, feeling each thrust of her hips into my mouth, against my chin. She tasted sensational, her juices covering my face. I would drown here between her legs or suffocate. I didn’t give a fuck which and now I eased my hand in, sliding my fingers inside of her as I worked her clit, licking, sucking, swirling.
“Ah, shit,” I heard her, her words muffled as her thighs covered my ears.
Her hips moved faster, grinding her cunt into my face. Using every part of me. My fingers, my tongue, my face. Her breathing was audible, loud gasps, the hint of a whine. She was close, really close. The sounds falling from her mouth now were pure desperation. I drew my fingers in and out of her, screwing and feeling, sucking and nibbling and pulling on her clit.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She cried out.
Her body shook, her legs spasmed, her body completely out of control. And I was completely covered in her as she rubbed against me, pulling at my hair and slamming her pussy against my face.
Eventually, her body stilled. Her breathing still rapid, her thighs still closed tightly round my head. And I could have stayed with my face buried in her cunt all night. But my balls ached, and my dick throbbed.
Slowly I peeled her legs off me, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and pulling her to me where I could see her. I eased her down, rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy and stroking it over her slit. Once I swiped through her, and then again.
“Open your eyes, Jazz. I want to see those fucking beautiful eyes as you slide down onto my cock.”
Her eyelids fluttered, delirium still clutching at her senses, and then slowly she looked at me. Her pupils blown. Her eyes were almost entirely black. But as she stared at me and I lowered her slowly onto my cock, the specks of rich chocolate brown returned. So much for just giving her what she needed. Now I was going to take my fucking share.
Chapter Twenty Eight
I was blind again, like Chase had replaced the blindfold. But this time the darkness swirled, moving and folding. A storm crashing against rocks and then exploding into fireworks and chaos. My body moved, writhing against him, my hands in his hair as I used his face and his tongue. If he was dead between my thighs, I wouldn’t be surprised. But I kept going anyway, the crashing, thrashing orgasm not stopping, ripping all sense of anything from me.
Eventually, I could breathe again as hands reached for my wrists, tugging me, pulling me off the bed. My head still whirled, confusion replacing the last of the orgasm ebbing away. I felt him underneath me, a hand gripping my hip now, guiding me over him. The head of his cock pushed against me, hot and ready. The smooth tip moved across my pussy, and he guided me down with the hand holding my hip.
“Open your eyes, Jazz. I want to see those fucking beautiful eyes as you slide down onto my cock.” His voice growled, all harsh velvet, and my stomach tensed.
When I opened my eyes, he was watching me, his lips pursed, concentrating on something else other than the pussy that was taking his cock as I lowered myself onto his lap. I took him notch by notch, feeling him widen me, push the tissues aside, and even though I was soaked from a mix of my juice and his saliva, each movement stretched and forced my tissues open.
When I had all of him, I stopped, staying still, just for a moment, letting my pussy adjust. His cock was thick, the head more bulbous than the rest of it, and now I could really feel him inside me, filling me up. And it felt really fucking good as all of him pushed right up against my cervix.
Chase didn’t move, just knelt there watching me, his eyes only on mine. The hazel was more brown now, control ebbing away. I dipped my head, meeting his mouth, slipping in my tongue and kissing him long and slow. And then I moved my hips, swallowing the first exhale, taking that breath as deep as I was taking his cock. I moved up and down, the rhythm slow at first, feeling everything about him. His breathing changed, his heart beating hard through his chest. Fingers pressed into the flesh of my back, my skin stinging above them, but I didn’t flinch. Inside my pussy burned, straining as I forced myself togo slow, drawing myself up and down his shaft, my tongue in his mouth, my tits moving against his chest, that light dusting of chest hair tickling the ends.
Fuck. My stomach somersaulted, and I tensed. He felt it too, tearing his mouth away from mine, dipping to my tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Fuck. My stomach fluttered again, and now I was moving quicker, my hips rocking, bucking into him, sinking down so far on his cock the head was hitting my cervix with every move of my body. I wrapped my hands in his hair, letting my shoulders fall back and my hips forward, still moving, his lips and teeth still on my nipple. Biting. Pulling. Licking.
My pussy was on fire, each movement stoking the flames more and more. I was losing control, desperate to come now. To feel that release again.
Chase moved. Fingers pulling at my ankles, unwrapping my legs from where I knelt on top of him and pulling them around him. I fell back a little, the head of his cock hitting the top of my pussy. Oh fuck. His lips were back on mine now, his tongue pushing inside my mouth, a hand at the back of my head keeping me there, not letting me escape the punishment of the kiss. The other hand wrapped around the back of my pelvis, encouraging me forwards, making me ride him harder.
My stomach tightened. Heat licking away at every part of my body. Hotter and hotter. His kiss came harder. Nipping at my lips, sucking at my tongue. He was there too. I could feel the tension in him, the squeeze of his hands against me.