I whimper and my hips rock. The pressure just builds and builds.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he orders me.
But how can I say that? I don’t have the breath to speak or the sense of mind to even say the words.
When I don’t do as he asks he growls and slaps my pussy with the head of his cock.
“Please,” I beg him, arching up off the bed, trying to pull his shoulders down.
He shakes his head. His eyes, they’re so dark as they bore into me. He looks so much like he did when he was in the ring against Ethan…. So intense, like he knows he’s going to win, and he’s not going to back down.
“Tell me,” he repeats and slides his cock through my folds.
“I’m yours,” I gasp out and as a reward he smiles and starts to sink into me, spreading my folds.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I groan out as he sinks so slowly inside me. He’s so big and even though I’m so wet, so ready, so swollen, it feels as if I have to adjust around his girth.
“Fuck yeah, don’t stop,” he encourages me.
Deeper and deeper he sinks into me, spreading me open.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, Chase” I repeat. And I start to believe it. Tossing my head. I’m so full, I feel as if I’m about to split in two.
“You’re mine,” he claims me as his head bends down, his teeth scrape at my throat.
He fills me completely, sinking his cock deeper and deeper, until the head of his cock is stopped by the soft entrance to my womb.
“You’re mine, Avery,” he reminds me one last time and then his lips are slanting over my lips tenderly before he savagely tears himself away from my mouth. “And I’m never,” he says before pulling back his cock until I’m left with the tip pulsing inside me.
I cry out, feeling so needy, so empty. The throb of need is so strong it hurts.
Suddenly he drives his entire body forward, pounding himself hard and deep with each word. “Letting. Go.”
That’s it. Something deep inside me seems to snap at his declaration and something seems to snap inside of him too because he starts to fuck me like some crazed animal.
My thighs tighten around him and it’s all I can do to hold on. He fucks me so deep, so hard, I completely lose control. I scream, I cry, and I even beg as the pressure inside me explodes. There’s just no warning, no buildup. It’s a chain reaction of climaxes.
Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me. Small waves, giant waves, and the final feels like a freakin typhoon. There’s so much warmth, so much pleasure, so much wetness. Chase pummels me into oblivion. He fucks me so hard and fast, he steals all my control.
I swear my mind cracks, reality ceases to exist. I may have even lost consciousness. I just don’t become consciously aware again until I feel him tense. Until I feel him swell up and jerk.
“Oh, fuck, you’re milking me,” he hisses out.
And I realize that yes, I am indeed milking out his cum. My walls are tight around him, sucking him in. Somehow pulling him in even deeper. His cock twitches. He gives one last shiver.
I hold him there. We’re quiet. Both breathing heavy. Both trying to regain our control.
My legs are trembling, it’s hard to keep them locked around him. He groans as my pussy spasms with a sudden aftershock. I gasp shrilly as he decides to pull out.
I watch him as he pulls off the full condom, ties it into a knot and then tosses it towards the trash can by the door. Then he looks at me. I feel as if I’m suddenly caught in his glare. I can’t breathe. His eyes immediately soften. He collapses on top of me and groans.
“Are you alright?” he asks, nuzzling his face into my hair. I hear him breathe in deep and then he’s nuzzling against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe out. My throat feels raw again. I won’t be surprised if tomorrow I lose my voice.
“Are you sure?” Chase asks rearing up above me. He strokes the hair out of my face, his eyes full of concern.