Page 78 of Chasin’s Surrender

“Chasin.” His name came out shaky and his eyes snapped back to hers. “I need you.”

“I know what you need.”

“Hard, honey, I need you rough.”

“Shh. I know what you need.”

For a second, he didn’t like what flashed in her eyes, and decided when they were done they’d be talking about why the fuck he saw shame mar her beautiful face when his cock was embedded in her.

Chasin curled himself over her until his chest pressed against her back and one hand rested to the side of her head. With his body draped over her, he kissed her neck, then her cheek. When he was done, he brought his mouth to her ear and said, “If I get too rough, you’ll tell me. I’ll give you everything you need. I’ll take you as far as you can go, but not an inch past that. You hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“Tip your ass up.”

Genevieve tilted as far as she could with his body blanketing hers. And as soon as she did, he hammered into her hard. Deep and rough until her humming stopped and a low, vibrating roar started accompanying the clenching of her pussy.

“You need my finger?”

“No.”

“Can you take more?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Christ. Beautiful.

His balls drew up tight as he pounded into her wetness, the room echoing with the sound of wet slapping. Euphoria pulled at him, and right when he didn’t think he could take much more, her pussy clamped down and fisted his cock. The first stream of come that shot into her was so painful, he growled through it, fucking her through her orgasm. He felt the pulsing start to wane and finally let himself go.

“Fuck,” he snarled, and planted himself to the root. He filled her until his come leaked out of her and dripped down his balls.

Chasin lifted off her back where he’d had her pinned to the bed and started to slowly glide in and out as they both caught their breaths. Giving her gentle after he’d fucked her rough. His hands went to her hips and his gaze followed. His handprint clearly visible against her pale skin. He skimmed his hand over the welt and Genevieve moaned.

“Does that hurt, Evie?”

“Oh, yeah.” He could hear the smile when she answered but he still looked, needing confirmation.

A soft, lazy, satisfied grin pulled at the corner of her mouth and his heart soared.

Beautiful.

He pulled out, rolled to his side, and arranged Genevieve so she was tucked in the same position they’d been in when he first got into bed.

“You good?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Mmm.”

“Didn’t use a condom, honey.”

“Birth control,” she mumbled.

“Want me to clean you up?”

“No.” That was barely a mumble.

Before Chasin could ask anything else, Genevieve’s weight grew heavy and he knew she was out.

He bent to the side, took in her scent, and gave himself a moment to enjoy the first blush of contentment. Something he’d never had. There’d been times when he’d been happy, he’d felt joy and even excitement. But never in his life had he been content—complete satisfaction.