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CHASEN
Looking into that angel face, I sure as shit can’t say no.
I’ll never be able to tell her no.
I grab hold of her head and capture those soft, delectable lips, deeper this time. Making them mine. My eager tongue delving inside as her pretty mouth opens for me. A grumble rolls around my chest. Hazel writhes, whimpering desperately. She gnashes her body into me, her hands in my hair as she exhales moan after moan in my mouth.
Fuck. Kissing a Hardin feels like a cardinal sin, and yet with Hazel in my arms, wanting me, the taste of her strawberry chapstick on my tongue, it feels so good, so pure. So unexplainably right.
I’m falling for her.
She’s got me caught in some kind of enchantment, and I love it. I fucking love it. She has me ensnared. It’s rhapsodic. I am pussy-whipped and beyond. So far gone I could crawl under her spell and live there. I could die there.
Our hands roam each other feverishly. Slow—we should take this slow. Make it worth the wait like it sure as hell would be. But my hardon is like a steel pipe punching against my Wrangler jeans. I need her to take this thing out for me. Toy with my sex with those curious hands. Take it, all of it, lave it with her spit. Squeeze it between those buxom tits that keep popping off the top buttons of her flannel shirt. Now that is sexy. I want inside.
In.
Now.
“Dammit, Hazel.”
Her eyes turn a dark, mossy green as they cast about my face. “Should we stop?”
“Hell no.” I wrap her legs around me and squeeze a handful of her ass, pressing her center right against my almost painful erection. “You see what you did, little angel girl? You think this dick can just go to sleep now?”
Hazel turns her head side to side, the ruddy hue of her face deepening.
“No, sweetie. It’s yours now. It wants you and only you. You know that?”
Excitement dances across her eyes. “Oh my gosh, Chasen…”
“Take it out for me.” I reach down, unbuttoning my pants and sliding the zipper. Taking her smaller hand in mine, I guide her fingers straight to my sex, and she grabs on, curling the appendage into her fist.
“It’s big,” she gasps.
“Shit, baby. Yes. Squeeze me like that. Make me feel good, Hazel. Fuck,” I grit out. Losing control like I ever had it. “Worship that cock for how bad it wants you.”
My filthy words launch my baby into action. She presses her mouth on mine and then peels away. I toe off my boots. She shimmies her curves down the length of my body, yanking my Wranglers all the way off. I look down at that gorgeous heart-shaped mouth, her heated gaze zeroed-in on my hard staff.
“Don’t do it, angel,” I beg.
She looks at me, all innocent. “Don’t do what?” Hazel asks sweetly. Her bedroom voice. My balls twist up at the sound.
I drag the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip, and her jaw slacks. With her mouth open wide I push my thumb inside, touching her cute, pink tongue, and her full lips clamp down around my finger, tight. Holy fuck. I press my thickest digit deeper, deeper into the cavern of her mouth. Seeing how fucking far she can take it. Her beguiling eyes roll back.
I fist my sex with my other hand, give it a tug. It’s begging for release. Begging.
“Jesus, Hazel. If you put that perfect mouth on it I will shoot off like a fucking missile way too soon. C’mere.” I slip my thumb out of her mouth and taste it off mine. I reach down to pull her up by her arms. “Sit down on me, angel.”
“Okay. Like this?” Straddling me, she starts popping open the buttons down the front of her shirt. I slide my hands up under it to unhook her bra and peel it down over one arm at a time. Her shirt opens revealing those heavy, luscious globes and big nipples that were made for mouthfuls.
“Beautiful,” I praise her. I fill my hands with her tits like I haven’t fucking stopped thinking about doing since yesterday. Hell, since I first saw that picture of her in the barn. And maybe hundreds more online from her modeling days. Not saying I did or didn’t but I’m only a man. Or a beast, hard for her, hungry, depraved.
Hazel bends her back, pressing those titties into my palms. I roughly squeeze. She moans politely. Her hands keep busy, playfully skating down my sternum, down my abs. They fold over my arousal and shackle it tight again.
“Fuuuck!” I bellow.
