He raised his hips, his hands so close to where she needed him to be.
"Tell me what you want, Emma."
She reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, this one hard and desperate and so wanting.
"I want you, Chase Warwick."
He took a deep breath, his chest pushing against her breasts, and guided his dick into her wetness, slow and sexy and stretching her in a way that made her gasp.
"Good girl," he said as he ran his fingers through her hand. "You take my dick so good."
"I want more," she said desperately. "Give me more, Chase."
There was a mischievous laugh that spilled from his lips as he paused just a moment before pulling out slowly and then plunging into her. Emma moaned, her hands desperately reaching for his shoulders to try and ground her against his pulsing hips. But she couldn't hold on. He was too strong, too desperate, his slow slide now going faster and hotter, deeper with each thrust of his hips.
"Oh fuck, Chase," she moaned as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and his dick deep in her, spurred on by his name on her lips.
"You're so good, Emma." He thrust again, deeper and harder. "You feel so fucking good."
And he felt so good too. Emma wasn't sure why she had been fighting this, why she had been fighting against wanting him. This wasn't about the money now and maybe it never was. She had her reasons for doubting this whole challenge and this whole relationship, but she had no reason to doubt what Chase felt for her in this moment. And she didn't doubt her feelings for him either.
Chase reached down and put his arm under her knee, pulling her leg higher as his dick hit a spot that caused her to see stars. She wasn't going to last longer if Chase kept doing that. And he seemed to sense she was close, speeding up as he groaned against her skin, his hips going faster and faster, his moves erratic and desperate.
"Say my name."
"I'm so close." She tried to grab on to him somewhere to ground herself, but it wasn't working. "So close."
"Then be a good girl and scream my fucking name," he growled.
"Chase!" Her hands found his shoulders, the only thing that she could reach as her back arched up. "Don't stop, Chase!"
He did as he was told, pounding into her again and again until he sent her over the edgeas her entire body pulsed with desire, his muscles tensing up under her touch, his body stilling above her.
And then she could feel herself coming down from her high with Chase's breath against her skin, his body finally starting to relax under her touch as he gently let go of her leg. Her breath finally started to calm, her skin feeling the cold again.
Chase's hand skimmed her hip, his lips peppered kisses on her neck.
"You still remember your name?" he asked quietly.
"Barely."
He kissed her again and then gently pulled himself out of her, giving her a small reassuring smile before walking to the bathroom and closing the door.
Oh hell, she had sex with Chase Warwick. And yet, she wasn't asking herself what happened. She knew what happened, she wanted it to happen, and she liked it very much. He wasn't kidding when he said he was bigger than her vibrator. But she wouldn't use her vibrator if Chase continued to do what he did to her just now.
But she also felt content, like she didn't feel anxiety about sleeping with him or worried about how she would feel about this later. It wasn't a mistake. It was what she had wanted, and she got exactly that and more.
With him gone though, it was a little coldlying on her bed without any clothes on, so she pulled the covers out from under her, and snuggled into her sheets.
She watched as the door opened and Chase came out of the bathroom, his naked body framed by the doorway. Emma would never forget the way he looked.
He gave her a small smile and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. "I see you staring," he said as he pulled them on.
"You can't blame me."
"No, I can't," he said with that cheesy Hollywood smile that made her laugh.
Chase walked over to turn the fireplace off and pull the curtains closed.
