I fuck him until my muscles start giving up on me but, thankfully, before that happens I feel a thunderstorm building inside of me. By the time I collapse on top of him, that thunderstorm has already reached its zenith; gritting my teeth, I choke down a scream and press my forehead against his chest, trying to survive the avalanche of pleasure that’s blanketing my mind.
I roll to the side, completely spent, and sprawl my limbs while trying to catch my breath.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” he teases me, turning to the side so that he’s facing me. He squeezes my right breast softly, and he moves his hand down and over my stomach, placing it over my pussy. He caresses my folds and, when I don’t say anything, he just grins. “I think you’re not tired enough, babe,” he says, and then forces me to roll to the side, my back turned to him.
His body fits on mine like a piece from a puzzle, and he doesn’t waste any time; grabbing his cock, he guides it home, placing it against my soaked pussy and thrusting. This time I can’t choke down my scream, and so I just do it at the top of my lungs, his cock scorching the nerve endings on my inner walls as it goes in.
“As hard as you can,” I find myself saying, not even knowing why I do it. I know how hard I can go—at least I think so—and I’m not sure if I can handle all that right now. I mean, how many orgasms have I already been through so far? A gazillion, right? So what makes me think that I can handle one more? No idea, all I know is that I want it. And, like a genie, Chase is the right man to make my wishes turn into reality.
“I told you before … You ask, you get,” he tells me. Digging his fingers into my hips, he starts slamming his cock into me so hard that I even stop breathing for a few seconds. All these times I’ve told you he was fucking me hard? Yeah, forget about that; they pale in comparison to the sheer fury with which he’s fucking me right now. He’s moving like a man possessed, the fires of hell burning under his skin and powering every thrust of his.
I scream and I moan, forcing my throat to keep working past its exhausted state, and he just keeps on fucking me as if I was as quiet as a mouse. I don’t even know if he can hear me, to be honest; he’s probably in a world of his own right now, his conscious mind completely adrift. Chase might seem like a poised man, always cool and in control… But get him hot and bothered and he becomes like a wild horse, completely untamable.
Screaming my way into a climax, I come undone the moment his thrusts become so hard I stop thinking at all, completely surrendering to the way he’s ravaging me. I claw at the floor, completely mad and not knowing what to do with my body as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before bursts inside of me.
My muscles twitch so hard that it feels like I’m having a seizure and, by the time these spasms subside, I can barely move. My eyes are closed, and the silence in the room makes it seem like I’m floating in outer space. I’m dizzy and lightheaded but, when Chase slides his cock out of me, a tiny voice inside my mind tells me that it still isn’t over. There’s something I still need to do.
I sit up on the floor and force my eyelids open. I go to my knees and then look at Chase with my mouth slightly ajar. A grin lights up his face as he realizes what I want him to do, and he goes up to his feet in no time, towering over me.
I don’t even need to think about what I have to do; my body already knows it. Reaching for his cock with both hands, I start stroking him right away. My rhythm builds up fast, but then I break it by leaning in and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. He groans as I do it, and then he groans some more as I push my mouth down the length of his shaft at a breakneck speed. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, this time I don’t stop when I feel his cock pulsing hard inside of my mouth; I just keep on doing what I’m doing. In a matter of seconds, he places both his hands on my head and cums.
Gushing a river of cum into my mouth, he fills it up to the brim with two quick spasms of his cock. His warm semen leaks out of my mouth and drips down into my chin.
Pulling out, I grab his cock and stroke him as he keeps on cumming, spraying my face with his seed. I throw my head back, basking in it, and just grin wildly as he shoots the last strands of cum onto my skin.
Peeling my fingers off of his shaft, I decide I want all of his cum, and so I lean once more into him, swallowing the cum I have inside my mouth as I do it. I take his shaft into my mouth and lick it dry, circling its tip with my tongue and only stopping when there’s not a single drop of cum on his cock.
“You’re completely crazy,” he tells me, but he’s going down to his knees as he says it.
“Yes, I am,” I smile at him. He kisses me then, one hand behind my neck as he holds me close.
“You’re lucky, though.”
“Why?”
“You’re exactly my kind of insane.”
102
Chase
The week is passing in a blur of riding Moonshine, sex, riding Carla, and lots of takeout food.
I may’ve always thought I’d end up with a wife who cooks and wears an apron in the kitchen, but Carla’s skills … elsewhere more than make up for that. I don’t mind eating at a restaurant every night; it’s what I would’ve done without her anyway. It’s just that now, I get fucking amazing sex to go along with it.
Have I mentioned how amazing our sex is? Because it is. Morning, noon, and night. Fuck-until-you-drop territory here. I've never met anyone with as voracious an appetite for sex as Carla has. It takes a lot to keep up with me, and yet somehow, she is.
I’ve never been so happy.
After one of our marathon sessions, I cuddle Carla up next to me, loving the feel of her warm body next to mine. I run my hands over her hair, smoothing it back in an endless loop. My mind drifts back to the advertisement for a cowboy at the Barclay’s Arena in Brooklyn. I haven’t said anything to Carla yet.
I should. I know that.
I just…I’m not ready to pop the cocoon around us. A job at the rodeo – a permanent job at a specific rodeo – would mean staying here. Settling down permanently. I’m just not there yet. I’m happy with what we have right at this very moment. Why move forward with something else?
Plus, I have a lot of business interests in Texas. I’d either need to hire someone to manage it all for me, or I’d have to sell it off. That isn’t something I can just do tomorrow. Right now, I’m just happy right where I’m at – in the Hotel Pennsylvania, Carla by my side.
Except, if I’m being honest, the job is never far from my mind. I need to make a decision at some point. Maybe after the MSG rodeo is done. Just another two weeks. I can live in this fantasy world until then, right?