Her small fingers slide down my face, wrapping around my throat again. She squeezes, inching me closer to that release, but I hold back. “Stop having sex with me and fuck me! Make me scream for you, Chase. Do what you’ve been wanting to do to me all damn night.”
She’s handing me the keys now, and I’m scared to death I’ve forgotten how to drive. I pull her top down, grab her hips and thrust hard into her as my mouth wraps around her dark brown nipple. I suck and bite as her fingers rake through my hair. I can’t hold out much longer, but I can already feel that I won’t have to.
“Oh fuck, Chase, ohhh right there, puppy!” She throws her head back again and I can feel her tighten around me like a vise as another orgasm overtakes her. I’m squeezing my eyes shut and trying hard not to come. I’m focusing so damn hard on not coming, I don’t even notice her lean forward and press her lips to my ear until she whispers in this smoky, hauntingly perfect voice, “Fill my pussy like the good little whore you are, puppy.”
CHAPTER9
BANANA PANCAKES
JACK JOHNSON
Loud panting pullsme from sleep and I panic, ready to swing at some motherfucker in my room. Luckily, I open my eyes first. This isn’t my room, and the motherfucker in questions is a beautiful white and brown pit standing across the room, watching me.
“You’re cute,” I mumble sleepily against the pillow. I’m exhausted, but my body feels incredible and the night‘s adventure comes back to me. I find cold, empty sheets next to me. When I power up my phone, I’m shocked to see that I’ve slept through the morning. No less than fifteen texts from my mother and sister flood my phone.
I’m fine, I promise. Sorry!! I slept at a friend’s house and didn’t hear the phone!!
Daniella
HOW DO WE KNOW IT’S YOU?
TELL ME SOMETHING ONLY REN WOULD KNOW!
Shut up, I haven’t had coffee yet, you lunatic.
Daniella
Oh, yeah, that’s you, alright. My bad.
You watch too much true crime.
Daniella
It keeps us alive!!
What time are you coming home?
Mama
DANIELLA DO NOT USE THAT IMAGE!
I’ll be home when I’m home. I’m turning the phone off now to save the battery.
I’m still smiling when Chase comes back into the room, whistling. He’s wearing lounge pants that hang low on his hips, giving me an eyeful of sculpted perfection. I follow the trail of his six-pack, take in that deep v, and can’t stop staring at the patch of hair that disappears into his pants.
Holy shit, I slept with that! Actually, I rode that man like my life depended on it.
The tray he’s carrying smells like bacon and coffee that pulls me out of my memories of last night. I like bacon and coffee more than I like dick. Maybe.
“Morning! I told the dogs to let you sleep.”
“What’s all this?” I ask as he sets the tray down. There’s a bowl of sliced fruit, a French press of coffee, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a beautiful sunflower.
“I woke up early and figured you’d be hungry after last night, so…” He gestures to the tray with a big smile. “Hangover curing breakfast.”
“Where did it all come from?” I pick up a piece of bacon, examining it.
“Uh, the kitchen? The sunflower came from the neighbor’s yard, and he’ll probably yell at me about that later, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s an asshole.”
