Free Chasing Day Series: Chasing Day & Catching Day by Twyla Turner Page B

her hips moved towards his hand reflexively. A small cry passed her parted lips. Her pink tongue peeked out to lick her lips. Chase leaned down to kiss her glistening lips as he continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her wet heat. Her tight walls clasped his fingers in a death grip and for the first time, Chase started to worry that he’d be too big for her.
    Daylen released his lips and her face scrunched up. “Chase… I feel weird.” Daylen gasped.
    “I-I think it means you’re excited. It’s okay. Unless you want to stop?” Chase asked, praying that she didn’t.
    “N-No, let’s keep going.” Daylen looked up at him with trusting eyes.
    Chase got up on his knees and crawled over her right leg, situating himself between her thighs. He reached for the waistband of her pants, wrapped his fingers underneath the elastic of her pajamas, and shimmied them down her legs. He pulled them off of her feet and tossed them to the side. When he looked down at her again, Daylen had placed her hands over her bare sex.
    “Don’t hide. I wanna see.” Chase soothed, once again grasping her wrists and pulling her hands away.
    Her mound was covered in curly, springy black hair. The lips looked swollen and pink and glistened with her arousal. Chase took the time to take in her whole naked form, lying in front of him. Her creamy golden skin glowed, and her plump full body looked soft and inviting. He couldn’t think of anything better than finally burying himself deep inside of her.
    With trembling fingers, Chase unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He took a deep breath and pulled down his jeans and boxers. Once he pulled them down his strong muscular thighs, releasing his erection, Daylen gasped. Chase looked up and caught her gaze. Her face was a combination of fear and curiosity.
    “C-Chase…it won’t fit.” Her voice quivered in trepidation.
    Chase looked down at his throbbing dick and had to agree. He and his buddies had all decided once, to measure their junk when they were alone at home and then report back the next day when they got to school. That night, Chase had looked at a dirty magazine to get hard. When he was ready, he’d reached the eight-inch mark on his ruler. And for curiosity’s sake, he measured the circumference with a shoe string, which measured six inches around. The next day at school when they gave their stats, many of the guys had gaped at him in awe. Chase had figured that was a good sign, until now.
    “We could still try. I’ll go slow.” Chase offered.
    “O-Okay.” Daylen stuttered out.
    “Shit! I don’t have any protection! I don’t wanna get you pregnant.” Chase exclaimed in frustration. The opportunity to finally have sex with the one person he’d dreamed of, slipping through his fingers.
    “It’s okay, Chase. I’m on birth control.” Daylen whispered shyly.
    “Really?!” Chase asked in relief and she nodded in response. He leaned forward, dropping his head to her chest. “Thank God! I didn’t want to stop. I wanna do this so bad it hurts.” He breathed against her soft skin.
    The part of him in question that throbbed painfully touched lightly at her soaked entrance. Chase lifted his head and placed his left hand next to Daylen’s head. He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. Then he pulled back, reached down with his right hand to wrap around his hard length, and positioned the sensitive tip at her opening.
    Chase clenched his teeth together as he slid forward. Daylen’s wet canal created excruciatingly good suction around the head and first few inches of his cock. Chase nearly went cross-eyed at the sensation.
    “Oh my God !” Chase groaned.
    He looked down at her and Daylen’s eyes were wide and lips parted as she took in the feel of him. His thick shaft, stretching her wide. Chase pressed forward and he stopped when he felt her hymen. He pulled back to the tip and pumped forward again, shallowly. He continued to stroke back and forth, never