Page 17 of Beautiful Chances


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Wait, Mr. Riley and Mark used to be friends? It takes everything in me to hold myself back from asking her to elaborate. But no, I can’t interfere. I’m just glad she’s letting me stay as a silent observer.

A pregnant silence descends while Mia waits for Mr. Riley to answer her question. The fact that she isn’t saying anything else is a clear sign, or a fuck you if you will. Either way, she’s letting her captive know that she’s willing to wait, and I know she’ll stay down here until he answers her.

Fuck it, who am I kidding? She’s staying down here whether or not he answers.

I almost jump when Mia’s voice sounds almost next to me. “Kas, come here, please.” She purrs after another twenty minutes of silence, and I eagerly get up and let her lead me to her corner. “You don’t have to sit on the stairs by yourself. I always prefer when you’re close enough to touch.” Now that we’re close, I can make out her features, and my breath hitches as she shoots me a sinful smile that’s more teeth than anything else, but fuck if it doesn’t work.

I feel my dick hardening when she takes one of my hands and pulls it down, so I’m cupping her tit. “And you know that I love how you always let me touch you,” I say as I sit down next to her.

Maybe I’m reading the room wrong, but I’m willing to bet my left nut—only the left though, since the right is my favorite—that she’s putting on a show for Mr. Riley. Really, it’s fucking clever. Letting him hear exactly how compliant and needy she can be when it’s with someone she wants, our girl is fucking diabolical, and I love it.

“Mhmm, are you happy to see me, or is that a candy bar straining in your jeans?” I throw my head back to laugh, but it quickly morphs into a groan when she palms my throbbing cock through the denim.

“I’m always happy to see you,” I say in a husky voice that betrays just how worked up I am. It’s almost embarrassing, actually. She’s barely touched me, and my hand is only resting on her tit. Yet, I’m as hard as a rock, and I don’t even care that Mr. Riley can hear us. Huh, maybe I get CJ’s voyeuristic tendencies after all.

Always one to make the most of a good situation, I let my hand skim down her body, and I don’t stop until I reach the apex of her thighs. Rubbing my hand back and forth against her core, I turn my head and fuse our lips together so I can swallow up her breathy moans.

“Kas,” she sighs, and I love the way my name sounds on her lips when she’s wanton.

I move my hand back and forth while nipping her lower lip. “Yes, sweets?”

“Don’t stop!” That’s one command I’m happy to follow.

Even though it’s too dark to see much, I can hear everything. Every hitch of her breath as I move my hand between her legs, and it doesn’t take long before she’s practically riding my hand. She makes a mewling protest when I place both my hands on her hips, but it’s replaced by a moan when I place her in my lap, and I feel her winding her long legs around me.

“Ride me,” I rasp, and right now, I don’t care about our audience or the fact that this is probably what she did to Luis. All that matters is that I need her to do it to me. I need her to come apart on me, even if I’m not inside her. “Grind on me, sweets. Use me to get yourself off.”

Not needing to be told twice, Mia begins to swirl her hips and ground herself against my straining erection. Even though we’re both fully dressed, that does nothing to take away from the amazing feeling of our girl grinding on my dick.

I let both my hands skim up her torso until I reach her tits. Moving my hands beneath the cups of her bra, I flick and pinch her nipples—loving the way they pebble into hardened points against my palms.

“Get your hands off her. She’s mine!” Neil thrashes and bellows his useless protests. Each one makes Mia move faster in my lap, and it brings me a wicked satisfaction to know that she’s here with me. That she isn’t stopping to focus on him.

“Keep going, sweets. Get us both off,” I groan and pinch her nipples harder.

Instead of doing what I want, she stops and lifts herself so she’s hovering above me. I’m just about to protest when I feel her eager fingers open my jeans, and I lift my hips so she can push them down. Then I hear a tearing sound, and when I feel her slick cunt on my shaft, it doesn’t take a genius to work out she’s pulled her leggings apart.

“So savage,” I groan in primal pleasure. I love that ‌she isn’t being coy or acting like she doesn’t want me.

Mia grabs my hands and puts them back on her exposed tits before closing her hand around my throbbing dick, lining the tip up against her core. “Fuck me, Kas,” she purrs in a raspy tone. “Make me see stars!” Then she slams down on me, taking me fully inside her tight cunt.

“Fuck,” I groan and buck my hips upwards to get as far into her as possible. “No, not like this.” I move us around until she’s panting on all fours in front of me, then I slowly move the head of my dick between her soaked folds. “You want me to fuck you, sweets?” I ask, completely ignoring Neil’s thrashing and screamed obscenities. Nothing matters. Nothing but this goddess in front of me.

“Yes, stop playing around.” Her impatient hiss turns into a long moan as I sheathe myself all the way inside her in one thrust.

“Take me, sweets. Take all of me,” I groan and pump into her as fast and hard as I can.

The feel of her inner walls fluttering around me is as exquisite as the noises she makes, each one taking me closer to the edge. On impulse, I reach for her long hair and wind it around one of my hands, using it to pull her up and closer to me. Her back is nestled against my chest, and I briefly wonder if she can feel how hard my heart is beating for her.

“FuckKasohmygod,” with each pump of my hips, nonsensical words are tumbling from her lips, making my cock swell and twitch inside her.

“That’s it, sweets. Tell me what you want,” I urge as I continue to drive into her. My hand in her hair is the only thing that’s holding her upright.

I groan when I feel her hand dive between her legs, no doubt furiously rubbing her bundle of nerves. “Kas, fuck… I need… I need more.” Her breathy admission hangs in the air between us, and I lower my head so I can press my lips to her throat. Then, without meaning to, I bite down on her pulse point. “Fuck,” Mia screams, and I feel her cunt convulsing. She’s squeezing me so tight that I feel my balls grow tighter, and without warning, I shoot my load into her.

“Fuck… Sweets,” I groan around her skin. I pump into her twice more as ropes of cum keep shooting from my cock and into her.

As I come down from the high of my release, I’m unable to keep ignoring Neil’s bouts of anger. “Get your hands off her, you bastard. She’s mine. MINE,” he screams. “Just wait until the other finds out about this. He’ll fuck you up for good.” My back stiffens at his words.

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