Page 77 of Chasin’s Surrender

Claim.

Worship.

Belong.

Chasin pulled his mouth free and groaned when pain radiated over his scalp.

“Knees,” he grunted, and took in her flushed face. Extreme need and excitement so clear, his cock swelled at the sight.

Perfect.

Her limbs went limp and fell away, he slid out, and as she was scrambling to her knees, he caught the hem of his tee, wrenched it up over her head, and tossed it aside.

“Cheek on the bed, Evie, ass up.”

She settled on the mattress, head turned, legs wide, wet pussy on display.

Christ.

Perfect.

Chasin glided the head of his cock through her wet, circled her clit, he did all of that with his gaze locked onto hers. Watching and waiting until that hum started to vibrate from her chest and her eyes got hazy and that need he saw turned into fire.

He wanted her to ask for it. He knew it was coming when her lips parted and she started to thrust back, rubbing her clit against the tip of his cock.

“I need you.”

“What do you need, Evie?”

“Inside me.”

He notched the head of his cock barely inside of her and waited. She was getting fed up with his game, and if he didn’t know the results would be so fucking spectacular, he’d end her misery and surge in.

But he knew, with just enough teasing, she’d catch fire, and he was getting ready to light the fuse that would send her straight to detonation.

Chasin’s hand went to her ass, the other holding his cock back from seeking the warmth it desired. He gave her a few hard squeezes before he lifted it up and came back down with a smack. The sound rang out in the room. Her low groan followed, almost making him forget he was supposed to be holding back and he fed her a little more of his cock.

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she hissed and wiggled her hips, offering her ass.

“How many you want, baby?”

“As many as you’ll give me.”

Fucking hell. Perfect.

“Eyes on me the whole time.”

She nodded and since he was looking he didn’t miss her relax. Since the first time they’d been together, she’d trusted him with her body. Chasin felt that realization settle deep in his chest.

The now-constant throbbing in his cock reminded him to get with the program and give Genevieve what she needed.

Chasin gave her three hard, fast slaps, loving the way her eyes glazed. On the fourth smack, he rammed in and felt her pussy ripple around him. His eyes drifted closed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. When he gained control, he fought to open his eyes and found Genevieve panting, silently waiting for him to give her what she wanted.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking pretty, sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.” Chasin’s gaze left hers and he took in the sexy expanse of her back, then lower to where his cock was planted deep. Connected, again.