“I-wanna-cum-Chase.Pleaselet me cum. I need it!”
This crazy fucker looked up at me and laughed.
“I knew I'd have your pretty ass begging for me,” he teased before going in for the kill, this time sucking on me like a plate of oxtails. I screamed out his name as my hips worked overtime to hump his face.
I didn’t care that I could have broken his neck.
I didn’t give a fuck that I could have fallen and broken my own damn neck.
I only cared that I was cumming,hard. Tears brimmed in my eyes as my body burst in a wave of ecstasy, leaving me panting and shaken when he finally came up for air. He gently lowered me to the floor and I stood there with my legs wobbling like I was using them for the first time. He stood over me, licking my juices off his lips before he dropped a quick kiss on mine. Then he turned his back to me, picking up his tablet and scrolling for something.
“What are you doing?” My brows rose as I crossed my hands over my chest. Suddenly I felt embarrassed that I was standing butt ass naked in this man’s kitchen, and he was stopping to check his stats on social media, or whatever the fuck his old ass did on that tablet.
“Here,” he said as he shoved it in my face, showing me his MyHealth App which stated he had a clean bill of health. “I know it's a few months old… but I haven’t touched anyone since Chanel and I split a year ago.” He bit his lip and looked down at the floor, as if not being a male whore was something to be ashamed of.
“Chase, um… Why are you telling me this?” My brows knitted together in confusion.
“Because Amaya.” He rubbed his hands down my back, squeezing when he got to my ass. “I’m about to fuck you, and I don’t have condoms…” He gestured to the bulge in his pants and my eyes widened. “And I don't thinkthiscan wait on a store run or a delivery.Pleasetell me you’re on birth control—if not, I’ll pull out and we can order a Plan B, but either way, I’m about to fuck you.”
“Oh…” My eyes widened, then I turned to grab my phone as well, showing him that I was on birth control and also STI free. “Mine is from a few months ago too, but I... Yeah, it’s been over a year for me too.”
“Bet,” he said as he took my phone and put it on the counter, quickly closing the distance between us.
“O-Okay,” I nodded, eyes widening when he dropped his sweats and underwear to the floor. I knew from the bulge that he was nothing to play with butshit.
“Chase I-I umm…” I gulped. For the first time since I met him, I was nervous. He was looking at me like I had the last pussy on earth, and even though I had just rode his face like a prized bull, I felt bashful all of a sudden.
“Miss me with that shy shit, Toni. You ain’t been shy since I met you. You said you a bad bitch so you about to take this dick like one.” My mouth dropped, because who thefuckdid this nigga think he was? The next thing I knew, he was lifting me up on his giant-sized countertop and filling the space between my thighs. I watched in awe as he used his hand to guide that pretty dick inside me, and every inch made me wetter for him. Every one of his touches felt so good, somehow new and familiar all at once.
He took note every time I moaned and amplified his movements to cater to what I liked. I only had to tell him that I didn’t want his hands on my neck one time for him to completely remove that move from his arsenal, opting for kissing, sucking, and gentle bites instead. The combination of his lips on mine, with his elbows hooked under my knees so his dick could hit just the right spot gave me a first-class ticket straight to another orgasm.
I had never been fucked so thoroughly on someone’s kitchen counter. Hell, I’d never been fucked that intensely at all—not even with the man I thought I was spending the rest of my life with. As organized and methodical as he was, that man slung dick like a nigga with two strikes, three baby mamas, and no mailing address.
“This okay?” he asked in between fervent kisses as he gave me deep strokes and kept my legs spread with a strong grip on my thighs. I moaned in approval, my body coming down and feeling the mess that we made together sliding down my ass and pooling on his kitchen counter.
“More than okay, you make me feelsogood, baby.” He chuckled, before nipping my ear with his teeth.
“You keep talking that good shit to me, and this is gonna be over before it starts, sexy ass.”
“Ooh fuck, I can’t help it, not when you keep fuckin’ me like this.” His body shuddered and I smirked to myself. I had my Doctorate Degree in Dirty Talk, and that's why his little weak ass jokes about my voice could never offend me. I knew that if I wanted to, I could make the most stoic nigga nut in his pants, and I couldn't wait to show his ass why I wasn't to be fucked with.
“Girl,” he groaned and threw his head back, eyes shut tight, and jaw clenched tighter than his monthly budget.
“Yes, Chase?” I cooed.
“Amaya,shit,” he hissed and gripped me tighter. “Please, baby.”
“But I want you to cum for me,” I whined. “I want you to fill this pretty pussy up… Please, Chase? Ineedit, baby.” I put the cherry on top by raking my nails lightly across his abs and bearing down to grip my walls as tight as I could around him. When I noticed his body start to shake, and his heartbeat so strong that I could feel it in my chest, I knew I had his ass.
“Amaya! You—shit!Fuckgirl!Fuuuuck!” he hollered and groaned as his legs buckled and his dick jerked and filled me up, not stopping until the counter was slick with both of our releases.
“You okay?” I laughed and rubbed the back of his head as he pressed his face into my neck, dick still pulsing inside me.
“I fuckin’ hate you,” he chuckled, then bit my neck hard enough to make me jump. He gave my body one final squeeze before finally pulling away and leaving an emptiness between my legs that I wanted filled again immediately. “Come on.”
“I should really go,” I said, biting my lip.
“Hell nah. You said you didn't have shit to do. Jocelyn is MIA, probably getting piped down herself, and I ain't done with you. Come on.” He gestured to his dick that had somehow already sprung back to life like a damn zombie and seemed to be looking up at me in anticipation.
