“I love opening my legs for you,” I let him know.
That bit set something off inside him, and he roughly fisted his ridiculously large cock while his other hand caressed my inner thighs. He began stroking his cock, making me wait for it. My clit throbbed ponderously below, so I reached down and glided two fingers over it to soothe the ache. So good. Feltsogood.
Chad watched my fingers working over my clit, and his fisting incremented. “Don’t stop,” he commanded.
And I didn’t, I continued to work myself into a frenzy. But when I realized he’d picked up momentum, pumping himself faster and faster to his own pleasure, I surmised that if I continued, he wouldn’t fuck me. He’d just bring himself to orgasm, and I wanted him inside me. So I removed my hand from the cookie jar.
“I want your cock, Chad.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking chagrined. “Here, now, you resemble a virtual model in a porn magazine. Forgot for a minute that you’re actually real, and I canactuallydo this…” He plunged into me, and I quickly covered my mouth to capture my scream, the pain was so intense. “Yeah,” he breathed out, eyes closing down, “so much fucking better.”
And then he palmed my breasts and began fucking me into the table. I kept my legs wide apart so he could take me however he wanted. Reaching my hands above my head, I grabbed onto the edge of the table and kept myself firm so I could withstand his slams without shifting on the wood.
Chad’s eyes were opened only a fraction, and he looked so consumed and out of this world with pleasure that I was afraid to move even an inch to ruin that high he was on. His high made me high. His pleasure spurred mine on. And so I gave myself up, wholly, willingly, desperately, and let him pound me until I unraveled beneath him, my eyes knocking back and my joints locking into immobility as another orgasm blasted through me like a rocket launch.
I held on tight to the table, my body being ripped apart, sharing between my orgasm and Chad. Both of them fighting for control, both wanting to dominate me. But as my orgasm lost its strength and its hold on me, Chad won out, pumping into me faster and harder, until he suddenly pulled out, fisted his slippery cock and jizzed all over my stomach. Warm bursts of liquid squirting out, shooting as far as up to my cleavage.
That’s when I remembered we’d forgone the whole condom thing. Even in the throes of passion, this man was thinking straight. That’s Chadrick for you.
Chad collapsed onto me. Our skin sticking together with his sperm. He kissed my neck, along my jawline, my lips, nose, everywhere, until he ran out of kisses and simply dropped his forehead to mine.
“What did you mean when you said you called that doctor here for me?” I asked, possibly ruining the moment.
“So you could have your revenge.”
Huh?“Huh?”
Bracing up on his forearms, Chad look down at me, his face a picture of sated drowsiness. “She overdrugged you, you forgot?”
Oh. “Ohhhh.”
“Yes, ‘ohhhh’,” he said, scowling. “I didn’t like what she did. I called her to do a job and she made it personal. You were temporarilyparalyzed. Believe me, I was tempted to blow a hole through her brain. But I figured a beat down from you would be more lenient.”
“So you called her here for me,” I mused.
“That’s what I said.”
Pushing up to his knees, he backed up from off the table, then drew me up with him.
“Remind me never to cross you,” I said, grinning.
Face still grave, Chad shook his head, as if I wasn’t getting it. “It’s you she crossed, Jhay.You. Only reason she’s still breathing is because I kinda have a thing about killing women.”
“Yeahhh, sure you do…” I dragged, heavy on the sarcasm.
Chad scooped me up in his arms and took off with me down the hall, as if I weighed as much as a puff of cloud. He kicked open his bedroom door and went straight for the en suite bathroom, turned on his rain shower, and deposited me under the stinging streams.
I yelped when the unprepared for stings of heat bit into my skin, but Chad was in the shower in a heartbeat, plunging his tongue down my throat. This primal side of him, I loved it. He was acting starved, possessed, like he wanted to eat me, couldn’t get enough of me.
And I let him have me.
I let him kiss my mouth like an over-horny teenager getting kissed for the first time. Let him push me back against the wet tiles, jack me up, and fuck me wild and crazed like a pussy-starved ex-con fresh out of prison. I turned over my will and let him have me, however he pleased, because I was his. I have always been his.
I just didn’t realize it until now.
