Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
DARE
Chassis frees me from my jeans. So far, I’m not in control of shit, and I don’t mind it. Reaching for her thighs, I grip them. I love her long legs, her curvy body, her long fucking hair, but these eyes, they completely and totally own me.
Any man would die to have her, but I’m not any man. I will kill to keep her. I hold my breath for a moment, then glide one of my hands up her spine, curling it around the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair.
My other hand I slip between her legs, curling my finger in the center of her panties. I tug them to the side, then slip my finger through her folds, guiding it inside her before I curl it.
Her eyes widen, her lips part, and then she lets out a heavy sigh against my mouth. I swallow her breath, the sound, as she begins to move.
Gliding another finger into her hot, wet heat, I curl them both, making a come-hither motion, watching as she rides my fingers. Shifting my thumb slightly, I press it against her clit as she moves, rolling her hips, searching for her release.
“Amos,” she exhales. “I’m so close.”
Hearing her say that, feeling her lips move against mine as she rolls her hips, searching for her release, I can tell she’s close. Her pussy flutters when I slip my tongue inside her mouth and taste her.
She whimpers, and then she lets out a cry I swallow. Chassis comes against my fingers, and in a few minutes, she’s going to ride me until she comes again. There’s no fucking way I can sleep until my woman has come at least twice when we’re together.
I might not be the best man for her. I’m too old, too set in my ways, and probably too gruff. But I pride myself on at least that much—being able to make her come. Maybe, when she’s done with me, she might keep me around for at least that much.
After she’s come, she moves off my lap, and then I watch as she shimmies off her panties.
My cock is hard and ready to go. Without a word, she climbs back onto my lap, lifting herself slightly as she aligns her center with the head of my cock.
Slowly, she glides down along my length, taking all of me inside.
Reaching up between us, I tug the top of her dress and her bra down, exposing her tits for me.
Perfect fucking tits.
I lean forward and open my mouth, taking her nipple inside. I suck on her, my gaze shifting up to meet hers. Chassis’s lips are parted as she looks down at me, her hips gently beginning to roll.
Wrapping my arms around her, I place my hands at the middle of her back as her head falls so her face is looking up at the ceiling, and she begins to ride me. Absolutely fucking stunning. Her back arched, her throat on display—out of this world.
Shifting my mouth over to the other breast, I focus there for a few moments, sucking, licking, tugging on her nipple, and just flat out simultaneously enjoying the way she tastes and the way she feels riding my cock.
Pulling her closer to me, I groan as she continues to ride me, rolling her hips. She grinds her clit against my pelvis, taking control, but only because I let her. I love seeing her tits sway when she rides me, the noises she makes as she climbs higher and higher, and then she stops.
Leaning back, I watch as she straightens her head, dipping her chin slightly, and her eyes meet mine. “I’m close again,” she whimpers.
Fuck.
My woman seems to be on edge at all times. I cannot believe she is real. That this is real. My lips curve up into a grin. I can’t control my smile anymore. I’m afraid it’s a permanent part of my face now.
I curl my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head back slightly, so I can have complete access to her throat. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the center of her throat, my mouth parted.
As much as I want to be in complete control of this, I am not. Chassis controls every aspect of our lives, even if she doesn’t realize it. Not sure I’d tell her either. If she wants to pretend I’m in charge, then who am I to tell her otherwise?
Pulling my hand back, I lightly slap her ass. She gasps, not expecting the move before she straightens her head. Shifting back, I watch as her eyes slide to mine, widening as she looks at me. She laughs softly, her body shaking slightly, and I swear to fuck I could come right this second.
“Ride me, sweetheart. Make me come,” I grind out, holding on to the last shred of self-control I have left.
Control.
Self-control.
I decide to let it go and give it to her. But doesn’t that ultimately leave me completely in control after all? I decide it does.
I’m relinquishing my personal control to her, but only for her to borrow and enjoy before she hands it back to me—willingly. I have to admit, it’s fucking gorgeous to watch.
She rides me.
Her hips roll, her back arches, and her tits sway. I love every moment of seeing my woman finding her release… and using me to do so. She climbs higher and higher. I know she’s close. I can feel her pussy flutter around me. I need her to get there. I want to feel her cunt strangle me.
“Come all over me, sweetheart,” I murmur.
My fingers grip her hair tighter, tugging her head back, giving me more of her throat. There is something so beyond sexy about this woman’s neck. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of a throat as sexy before, but here I fucking am.
Chassis lets out a moan, her hips moving harder and faster. She grinds her clit against my pelvis, her body bucking against mine.
I’ve been on edge, so fucking close that I’m about to come, but I clench my teeth, gnashing them back and forth as I attempt to keep from losing my load too soon. Then it happens… her hips lose their rhythm as she cries out.
“Oh, God. Amos, I’m there.”
Fuck yeah, she is. She’s fucking been here, teetering on the edge. She comes. I feel her cunt strangle me, and that’s it for me. I come right then and there. Nothing could hold me back. My orgasm tears through me like a goddamn bullet train.
Wrapping my arms around her, I release my grasp on her hair and bury my face against the side of her throat. Kissing her there, I keep her against me. She continues to roll her hips, milking my cock dry.
Fucking perfection.
Just like her.