25. Addison
Addison
# Apparently, fighting is the best foreplay there is
W ow!
Pleasure rockets through my core, lighting up my veins as Chase drives his giant dick inside me, over and over again.
I never come from penetration alone, but maybe it’s the incredibly intense orgasm he just gave me still lingering in my lady parts, or perhaps it’s the four-day-long foreplay we’ve been indulging in, but whatever it is, he has me teetering on the knife edge of oblivion already.
“You’re so fucking wet and tight, Addie,” he groans, his hot mouth pressed right against my ear.
Or maybe it’s the dirty talk. I love a vocal man, yet so often they don’t know what to say, or they say the right thing at the wrong time. Not Chase Hunter, he has a master’s degree in dirty talk, and I am so here for it.
I squeeze my pussy walls around his dick and it makes him grunt like an animal. “Jesus. Fucking. Fuck!”
Sinking my heels into the firm muscles of his ass, I pull him deeper inside me, even as I know there’s no way he can get any further in there.
I’m pretty sure he’s hitting my cervix, but I want more.
Crave more. I scratch my nails down his back and it seems to drive him even more feral.
He slams into me. Harder and faster. And I cry out, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts.
Like eight years of anger and tension and hurt are being poured into this one act.
“Fuck, Addie.”
“Yes, Chase!” My core tightens and my inner muscles squeeze tight around him as an earth-shattering orgasm explodes out of my body. He drives into me one more time before his hips still, and he grinds into me, making me take every single drop of his release while he mutters a string of curses.
And while I take a moment to catch my breath, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and bites down gently, reigniting the sparks of pleasure still skittering inside me. And then his hand is between my thighs, his skilled fingers circling over my clit.
My body bucks against him.
“I’m too sensitive.”
“I know you are, baby. Just give me one more.”
“I c—can’t,” I protest, but already my eyes are rolling back in my head and my entire body is singing, desperate with the need to come.
He looks up at me, smirking. “You want me to stop?”
“N—no.”
“Good girl.” He sucks on my nipple and presses down on my clit; another climax tears through me, leaving me shaking and trembling.
No man on God’s green earth has any right being as good at sex as Chase Hunter is. It should be forbidden by the laws of nature for one single person to make another person come so many times in such a short space of time.
It should be, but it’s not.
“Chase!” I pant out his name as he trails that wickedly sinful mouth down my body.
“I haven’t tasted you yet, Addie, well except for off my fingers, but I know your pussy is going to be so much sweeter than that.”
I sink my head back into the pillow, too wrung out to protest, and also enjoying what his mouth is doing far too much. So, I give over to the pleasure and let him take full control.
And when his tongue licks a firm path along my wet center, I moan his name, entering a whole new world of ecstasy. Then he does something with it that has my toes curling and my hands fisting in the sheets. “You really do have a filthy mouth,” I pant.
“How about you make it even filthier for me, baby, and come on my face?”
It can be no more than a few minutes later when I happily oblige him. And I’m still in my post-orgasm bliss when he’s kissing my neck and sliding his rock-hard cock inside me again.
Chase is a machine. And I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life, and this time there won’t be any heartache attached to it. Just the connection and love of two old friends who have insanely good sexual chemistry but would never work on paper.
And I lean into it with my whole heart, taking everything Chase has to give me and giving him everything I am in return.