Page 86 of Chasin’s Surrender

Chasin’s eyes lit and he stepped closer, then tagged me around the waist and yanked me to him. My breath caught and the aforementioned spot between my legs dampened. I didn’t know what it was about Chasin hauling me where he wanted me that I found so hot, but it totally was.

Scorching hot.

“Girls have vaginas,” Chasin said.

“Um, yeah, I know, seeing as I’m a girl and I have one.”

“No, baby, you’re a woman, you have a pussy. A very warm, wet, tight pussy. And sometimes if I’m in a certain mood to take you beyond dirty and straight to downright filthy, you have a cunt.”

I wasn’t a big fan of the C-word, but right then I really wanted to know what he considered filthy. Then I shivered at the thought and my panties got wetter. Chasin’s face went to my neck and his nose skimmed my skin before I felt his tongue swirl.

“I see you like that.”

Unable to speak I nodded.

“Fucking perfect.”

I shivered again.

“As soon as we have the house to ourselves, I’ll show you the difference.”

“I can’t wait,” I croaked.

His tongue swirled again.

“You think you can take it?”

“Oh, yeah.”

His hips flexed and his erection pressed hard against my stomach.

That didn’t give me a shiver—that made my legs jelly.

“How long we got until Bobby’s ready to go?” he weirdly asked.

“Um, maybe thirty minutes?”

“We’ll be quick.”

Oh, yeah, my legs were jelly. I’d been mentally calculating the time I needed to get ready and strap my armor on before we met with Bent, but the thought flew away when Chasin shoved his hands in my shorts and he squeezed my sore ass.

After that, clothes went flying.

Then I was on my back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide because Chasin’s hands were holding my thighs open, and his mouth was between my legs. It was spectacular. So good, that when he sucked my clit into his mouth, my back arched and I was ready to explode.

Then his mouth was gone, he was on his knees, my ass was off the bed, my thighs rested on his, and he was stroking himself. That was hot. All of it. But what made it better was, he was nudging my opening with the head of his dick while watching himself.

“Soaked,” he muttered. “Fuckin’ dripping.”

Slowly, his half-mast gaze raked over me until it met mine, and I was sure he saw the same thing staring back at him that I did.

Hunger.

“You gonna fuck me, honey, or are you gonna keep playing?”

Chasin’s answer was to slam inside in one strong thrust. His groan was met with my hum, which led to Chasin’s deep, rumbled growl.

“Yeah, honey, I’m gonna fuck you.”