Free Taken by Chance by Chloe Cox Page A

parted her lips with his tongue and,
good God, was there anything the man couldn’t do well? His tongue was just the
right amount of pressure, just the right amount of moisture. And when he bit
her bottom lip, she found herself clenching.
    “Interesting,” he
murmured.
    And then his mouth
was gone. He moved to her neck, her earlobe, her collarbone, her shoulder. Her nipples ached for his attention, hard, fierce little points, but
he took his time with that tongue.
    God, that tongue .
    What else could he
do with it?
    “Chance,” she
said.
    He answered by
taking one nipple in his mouth, and pushing another finger inside her. His hot,
wet tongue toyed with her nipple while his fingers pressed upwards, inside her,
right on her g-spot. Her body wound tighter, coiling in a knot around that very
spot, and her desire to have his cock inside her again turned into a very
pressing need.
    “Chance,” she said
again, and his teeth closed around her peaked nipple. It hurt .
    And she liked it.
    “Oh God,” she said
again, this time to no one in particular. The universe, maybe? Her hands twisted the sheets around her as she stared up into the dark and his
tongue trailed down her stomach.
    Three
fingers inside her now. Getting
fucked by Chance’s hand was better than anyone else she’d had.
    “So wet,” he said.
“So beautiful.”
    “Chance, please …”
    “You should see
what you look like when you come,” he said, ignoring her. She could feel his
breath on her thighs. “Fucking amazing.”
    “ Chance …”
    “Don’t move those
hands,” he warned her.
    A fourth finger . Oh God, now she
felt stretched so wide, and the pressure was too much…
    She felt his lips
close around her clit and groaned. His tongue started slow, laving wet circles
around her clit while his fingers—his hand —started
to fuck her in earnest, curling up to her g-spot with every stroke. She was
certain she was going to lose her mind. Another cry tore from her throat, and
it didn’t sound human, even to her, and then he put his lips around her clit
and sucked.
    She didn’t know
what tore through her. Crashed into her. For one horrible moment she thought
she was going to pee, out of nowhere, and then she came with such violence that
it actually hurt. It swept over her like a giant, overwhelming wave, drowning
her in nothing but that white, incandescent sensation, obliterating everything
in its path. The contractions whipped her about the bed, sheets tangled, legs
cramping around his shoulders.
    She was flooded
with it, and it took a while—she had no idea how long—for it to
recede. She felt Chance lick her thigh and kiss her stomach, murmuring
something. He sounded fevered, urgent. She lifted her head, barely, still
somehow weak, and shifted her bottom.
    It was wet.
    Oh God. She hadn’t
imagined that. She had really…
    She met his eyes,
humiliated and embarrassed, not quite sure what she had done, expecting to find
him—what, grossed out? Or worse, pretending to be fine
with it?
    “You are fucking
amazing,” he said.
    “I’m so sorry—”
    He rose to cup her
face with his hands, forcing her to look directly at him. He didn’t look
disgusted, or annoyed. He looked hungry. Ravenous. Like he’d only just started.
    “Don’t ever
apologize for an orgasm like that,” he said. He was actually breathing hard.
She could feel his dick pressed against her, and he was rock hard.
    “I’m so
embarrassed. It felt like I had to pee, but I don’t…”
    He smiled,
laughed, kissed her. “No, you didn’t pee. That was female ejaculation. That was
the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
    He really…he was
really smiling. Like she’d given him a gift. Softly, she said, “I’ve never done
that before.”
    His grin now was
wolfish. “How’d it feel?”
    Her
turn to smile.
    “Are you sore?”
    “No, I’m ok.”
    “Good,” he said,
lifting her leg. “I’m not done.”
    By the time he
was, she was too tired to get up. Too