together tightly, twisting her shirt until it bound her wrists
together.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
She was in shorts and panties. Chase knelt down, pulled her shorts down
to her feet and then took her panties in each hand and slowly slid them down to
her ankles.
“I don’t want to hear another fucking
word out of your mouth until I’m done with you,” he said.
She wanted to fight back, to ask
questions, to do something to disrupt this tactic of his, but she didn’t have
the willpower left.
His face was at eye level with her wet,
bare, dripping pussy, and she wanted him to suck on her so badly that she was
sweating.
I’m
like a junkie.
He’s
my dealer, my drug, my fix.
He’s my everything and I’m not going to fight it anymore.
She kept her mouth shut, and breathed
through her nostrils. Her heartbeat
was speeding up as Chase grabbed her by her naked hips, his fingers pressing
into her flesh, as he leaned in and started to lick and suck her folds.
Everything inside her was crying out and
she opened her mouth, but she managed to stifle the moan at the last
second. It crept into her lower
throat and died there, as Chase’s tongue softly entered her interiors.
She dripped juice into his mouth, as he
sucked on her mound.
God,
he’s good.
He’s
better than good.
She looked down on him, seeing his
shoulders, muscular and powerful, tensing and releasing as his head turned this
way and that, his tongue and lips working her skin, her slit—fucking her with his mouth.
Her legs trembled and sweat dripped down
from her temples from the exertion of keeping quiet.
Another cry tried to escape her lips and
she locked her jaw and closed her eyes.
It was feeling more and more impossible
to stay quiet.
“Don’t make a sound or I’ll stop,” he
said, his breath still hot on her mound. “Not one damn sound.” His
tongue flicked her clit as she felt his finger caressing her shivering slit.
And then the tongue was flicking her clit
furiously and a burst of energy exploded in her solar plexus.
The orgasm penetrated her core and she
turned her face upwards toward the ceiling as the cords stood out in her neck.
It was painful and yet the greatest
pleasure she’d ever felt—the rapid sense of falling increased as she came
and came again into his expert mouth.
She wanted to scream his name but knew
better.
Her body shook as more and more explosive
orgasms wracked her, and he knew what was happening. He was sucking her clit, tonguing her
pussy and she was dripping on him and it was so hot.
It was love.
It was glorious sex and darkness and the
intermingling of souls.
She’d never felt so taken and so
powerless and powerful all at once.
She fell into him and then deeper into
herself.
When it was done, she was breathless, and
she opened her eyes to see him rising to his feet. He stood, and she saw that his cock was
poking out of his boxer shorts. There was a sheen glazing the head of his dick.
He saw her looking at his cock and when
she met his gaze again, he was grinning.
“I think you need to continue to keep
that big mouth of yours full, so you don’t say more things you’ll regret. Get down on your fucking knees.”
She dropped quickly. The t-shirt was still wrapped around her
wrists and the panties around her ankles.
“Put me in your mouth. And stay quiet,” he reminded her.
Faith grabbed hold of his thick, swollen
member, and stroked it once. She
could smell him—his scent, his seed—as she licked the tip of his
cock, swirling her tongue all around the dripping head of him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath, his stomach becoming concave as he inhaled sharply.
Faith knew he was incredibly turned on. And she was just as turned on as
Chase—even more so, perhaps.
The urgency of the act came in part from
the volatility of everything that had happened to them and between them these
past hours.
And now Chase had thrown down