Chapter 7 Chance
SEVEN
CHANCE
Do my worst? Fuuuuck me. It must be my birthday because this woman is the best kind of present. Meek and obedient one minute, wicked and insubordinate the next. Part angel, part devil, and all mine. At least for now, which is fine because that’s all I’m interested in.
I chuckle, outwardly mocking her bravery even as I secretly praise her for it.
“My worst?” I repeat. “A little thing like you couldn’t handle my worst. But don’t you worry. There’s still plenty I can give you. Open your mouth.”
I’m still gripping her jaw, so she doesn’t have much choice, but she opens wide anyway. She’s eager for my cock. Her little stunt a few seconds ago confirmed that, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.
I release my hold on her jaw and guide the fat head of my dick past those pouty lips.
The wet heat of her mouth makes me hiss in a breath.
I steadily push my hips forward, demanding she take more of me.
I’m bigger than average—a fact I’m reminded of every time a woman sees my cock for the first time—but I want to see how far I can push Jane.
How much of me she’ll take before tapping out.
Her brown eyes, glassy and dark with desire, start to water as I hit the back of her throat.
She’s taking quick puffs of air through her nose, but she’s not ready to take me deeper yet.
Reluctantly, I pull out and watch with satisfaction as strings of her spit keep us connected.
She drags in deep gulps of air, her perky tits heaving. “Good,” I growl. “Again.”
This time I don’t go slow. Orientation is over.
I use my thumb to press my cock down to line up with her open mouth and drive forward until she gags, then pull back out.
I do it again and again, reveling in the way she looks on her knees for me, and the sounds she makes every time I retreat and let her take a quick breath.
Her eyelashes are spiked with the wetness of her eyes watering.
If I weren’t an expert in reading women, I might think the tears streaming down her temples to disappear into her hairline are ones of distress.
But I’m paying attention to those beautiful pools of dark chocolate, and they’re telling me that Jane is loving every minute of this.
She’s driving me fucking insane. I’ve been sucked off by hundreds of women—yes, hundreds—and something about Jane is making this feel different, better.
It’s gotta be because for the first time ever, a woman isn’t fawning over me or actively trying to be the next one to ride my dick.
There’s no other explanation. A hole is a hole—it all feels the same to a guy.
Sure there are some techniques that might make certain things better, but give a guy a warm, wet hole with some friction, and he’s gonna blow his load, guaranteed. We’re easy as shit like that.
So I refuse to think that the reason Jane Wendall is blowing my mind right now is for any other reason than it’s a turn-on to fuck her when she was so against even getting a dance in the beginning.
“Deeper now, baby. Open that throat,” I say as I start pushing past that natural barrier. I adjust my position so my booted feet are planted on either side of her. Then I hold her head with both hands and start fucking her the way I want to fuck her pussy.
I groan as I slide fully inside of her. The minx wasn’t kidding. She’s deep-throating me like a goddamn porn star, and I can’t help but wonder if she learned how from all the kinky videos she watches. I’ve never been so grateful porn exists than I am in this moment.
She reaches up and gently squeezes my balls, and I almost blow right fucking then. “Jesus Christ,” I say through gritted teeth as I yank back. We’re both breathing hard as hell, but I’m doing my damnedest to get myself under control. “You wanna play, baby? Let’s play.”
I pull her up and set her on the arm of the couch, pushing her end table out of the way with my foot to give me more room to maneuver.
I shove my coveralls and boxer briefs down past my ass, but not before I grab a condom from the back pocket and sheath myself in record time.
I want inside this woman so bad I can’t fucking think.
Placing my hand in the center of her chest, I push until she’s angled back with only her shoulder blades braced against the back of the couch, then roughly shove her legs apart.
“Hold them up, just like this.” I show her how to hook her arms under her knees and give me access to everything I want.
She complies, and I stare at her glistening pussy, pink and swollen and slick with her juices.
Fuck me, I don’t think I’ve seen a prettier cunt.
“Please, Chance,” she pleads. “I want to come. Make me come.”
I give her a light slap right on her pussy. She jumps and cries out, then again when I pinch each of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. “You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t do, Jane. Do you?” I ask with a little twist.
Her back arches on another cry, and the words “I’m sorry” tumble from her lips over and over.
I release her nipples and lean forward, one hand bracing against the couch and the other gripping her jaw to force her to meet my steely gaze.
“You’re not sorry yet, Jane, but you will be.
You want to come so bad? I’m gonna make you come until you can’t handle it anymore. Until you’re begging me to stop.”
She bites her lower lip, teeth sinking into her plump flesh.
It takes every ounce of control I have not to claim her lip for myself and suck on it like a piece of hard candy.
I have a feeling I’d lose my focus and start exploring her in ways that don’t fit this particular script. And I’m really liking this script.
Standing straight again, I strum her clit, fast and furious, and watch her as she chases her orgasm. Her moans and whimpers make me hard to the point of pain, my balls like heavy stones ready to explode, but I grit my teeth and force myself to hold out.
Sweat makes her skin glow; her breaths steadily get shorter.
It takes less than thirty seconds for her to fall the first time.
Her jaw drops open on a silent scream, her climax momentarily cutting off her ability to draw in air or make a single sound.
Those brown eyes I find so captivating briefly roll back, showing me only the whites, like a woman possessed, and I know it’s not far from the truth.
It’s a thing of fucking beauty, and I want to see more of it.
“Again,” I command and immediately start rubbing her clit. A tiny squeal of surprise escapes her, and she impulsively tries to push my hand away. “Oh, I don’t think so.” I throw her hands back and give her another slap on her sex.
Jane yelps and pouts at me, but I can see the playfulness dancing in her eyes. She’s loving this every bit as much as I am.
I hold her legs with one arm and push them back to expose more of her ass.
Then I let my free hand fly. Alternating cheeks, I spank her, turning that flawless complexion a dusky red.
Her curses, muttered through clenched teeth and full-body flinches, have melted into soft moans and obedient stillness.
It fills me with satisfaction and a strange sense of pride to watch her react so beautifully.
I get the feeling she doesn’t have much experience, if any, with her particular brand of kink, and though I’m not getting too extreme, I’m not taking it easy on her either.
Her eyes are almost black, lids at half-mast as she stares up at me with a look of unabashed hunger. Unable to prolong our mutual pleasure any longer, I end her punishment and arrange her into the original position.
“You move,” I say, “or try to stop me again, and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t. Understand?”
She nods in urgency. “Please. I’ll be good.”
I answer with a grunt that says I’ll be the judge of that. “And if you’re good, what is it you think I should give you as a reward?”
“Your cock,” she says without hesitation. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and deep.”
Fuck, she’s killing me. Abso-fucking-lutely killing me.
I fist my cock and slide it through her soaking pussy lips, teasing her clit with my sensitive head.
It’s utter torture, but I refuse to let her know that.
As far as she’s concerned, I can do this all damn day.
Her hips writhe, and I know she’s trying to get me to slip inside her.
I slap her inner thigh and tell her to hold still.
“You want me to use your body as my little fuck hole? To fuck you so hard you’ll feel me every time you touch your pussy for the next week and wish I was here to do it all over again?”
“Yes,” she says on a breathy moan.
“Good answer.” With that, I line myself up and shove balls deep inside of her.
I think my vision actually winks out for a couple of seconds.
Jane’s so tight and hot. Her sweet cunt is gripping me like her life depends on it, and I’m not entirely sure that mine doesn’t.
She rocks her hips, needing me to move, but I need her stone still or I’m going to blow like a kid with his first titty mag.
That’s when her inner walls squeeze my cock.
Fuck it. I withdraw almost completely before thrusting in to the hilt.
I groan, but I doubt she hears it over the shout she lets out as she throws her head back.
I get a firm grip on her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, and hold her in place as I use my cock like a battering ram.
She’s stretched around me—there isn’t a place in her I’m not filling. I can feel it.