“Please?” I purred softly, hating that I gave into him so quickly, but I was ready to be fucked.
“There you go—that’s more like it.” He eased into me and all his previous work paid off, because I was wet as hell and so ready for him.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, my head shooting up as a sound from outside my door caught my attention.
“I didn’t hearshit,” he said pumping into me from behind. I went back to taking dick, our moans and shit talking warring with the TV over which one could be the loudest.
“Amaya?” Joce’s voice came with a knock at the door. My eyes turned into fucking planets at the thought of getting caught being dicked down by Chase, and I tried to get up, but he just pushed my head down into the pillow and continued stroking me with his strong ass.
“Can I come in?” she called out again when she didn’t get an answer.
“No!Don’t!” I was able to scream before he forced me back down into the pillow.
“Um. Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, girl. I thought you were out for the night?” I asked,trying to sound natural as Chase continued to press my head into my pillow and rocked against my g-spot from the back.
“I was, I’m actually headed back out, but—girl, can I just open the door?” My body tensed as her hand clinked against the doorknob, but his greedy ass never stopped, still working his hips back and forth like he didn’t give a fuck about us being caught. It was almost like hewantedit.
“G-Gimme a minute! I-I don’t have on any clothes!” I blurted out, then moaned when he reached around and played with my clit,stillfucking me crazy the whole time.
“Amaya, girl, are you good?” she asked cautiously. All I could do was pray that she didn’t open the door.
“Y-y-yesssss! God, yes! Oh,fuckyes!” I screamed into my pillow.
“Ohhh!” I heard her giggle. “Girl, I’msorry.I just wanted to tell you that I was stopping by to get a bag. I’ll probably be out the rest of the night… I’ll let you get back to it!”
“BYE! A-Aaaagh!” I screamed, another orgasm ripping through me as I heard her footsteps go down the hall, then the notification chime for the front door. Chase chuckled and pressed his fingers into my hips, fucking me harder and faster than ever.
“I-hate-youuuuu!” I howled the moment I was able to use my voice. “Ooh, you stupid mothafucker! I hate yousofuckin’ much!” I hollered as that man turned me every way but loose. My body still shook from the last orgasm and he was about to fuck me right into another one.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he challenged.
“I hate you!” I called back, throwing my ass back at him.
“I know, baby,” he teased and gave my ass a hard smack. “Hate me harder.”
So, I did. Looking back over my shoulder at him, I turned it up a notch, throwing ass like a seasoned pro to the point that all he could do was moan and catch it.
“Shit—Ooh shit, baby. Fuck, this pussy got me bout to nut!” he groaned, grabbing my hips. I looked back at him hanging on by athread, and wentharder,claiming that dick so that every time he even considered fuckin’ someone else, he would see my face and have flashbacks of this pussy draining him of everything he had. I looked back at him and said the phrase that I knew would send him over the edge.
“Can I have it,please?” His strokes came back in full force making me scream out right along with him as we came at the same time. I damn near tore the pillow to shreds as he used me to pump out every drop, the stickiness between us serving as a reminder of the illicit activities we just indulged in.
“You get on my nerves,” I huffed, once he made it back from my bathroom with a warm rag. “Now Joce is gonna think I was in here on the 1s and 2s while she was out getting fucked! I’ll never be able to live this down!” I said, rolling over so he could take care of me, which was exactly what he did. He was so gentle with my body that I considered fucking him again, then the yawn that escaped let me know that I needed to recharge. He finished cleaning me up, then himself, then climbed back into the bed like he didn’t have a whole mansion to get back to.
“How long are you gonna make me wait after this trial to make it official with you?” he asked, comfortable as hell with his face buried in my titties and his full body weight making me a sandwich between him and the mattress. I could barely damn breathe, but I was more comfortable than I may have ever been. This heated, weighted blanket came with a big dick and an even bigger bank account.
“Um, like maybe six months to a year?” I said, actually thinking about it.
“What? Hell nah! I need you by my side, front row center by playoff time. If this is gonna be my last Super Bowl then I need you with me. The case should be over in about two weeks… You got a month.”
“You really ready to give it all up?” I asked, fingertips running over his back, and ignoring his demands.
“Been ready. If I had my way, I would have been done. I justneed this last ring, and I’m finished. I been busting my ass since I was fourteen. I’m ready for a break.”
“So, what happens if you don’t win?” I asked as my hands rubbed on his head and back.
“Then I keep going until I do. I don’t plan on losing though, because there’s this shorty that I need around me, and she said that she don’t date losers.” I laughed at his silly ass because it didn’t take another Super Bowl ring to determine that he was anything but a loser.
