Chase is silent. His chest now speckled with sweat. The muscles twitching below a light dusting of hair.
Gorgeous. Chiseled.
He’s a dream come true and he’s throbbing in my hand, the veins in his cock turgid, raised below my fingertips.
I watch, mesmerized, craning my neck so I can see as the thick head of his cock pushes inside of me.
He groans, his big body shuddering. “Yeah, that’s my sweet, delicious girl welcoming me home.”
Home.
It feels so right to be opening myself to this man.
But I’m instantly full and he’s not even two inches in. How is he going to fit?
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, kisses me, grinding a little more in, working his pelvis back and forth, and a yawning hunger spreads through me. Opening something.
A deep, timeless awareness.
My pussy burns hotter, my pulse tripping along, doubling in speed, and suddenly he’s really pushing in.
Grinding, kissing me and shoving his enormous, ten-inch dick inside of me.
“That’s. It,” He chokes out. “Let Daddy all. The. Way. In.”
I let go of a rough sound, that’s been locked in my throat.
My ears whoosh, blood singing inside them with pleasure. Even more heat and pressure build behind my sternum.
I’ve heard hushed confessions from the girls at work about Daddy talk. It never sounded sexy. But with Chase…I want him to be my everything.
A fresh hot batch of tears claw up into my throat and I don’t know if it’s from the incredibly, beautiful pressure of him filling me up as he slowly pulls back and advances a little further.
Or if it’s from the emotions around the promises.
The hope.
That he is…
Real.
I’m suddenly so overwhelmed my arms fly up and around his neck, my legs locking around his hips.
And of course Chase knows. He knows everything.
“I’ve got you now. This is us. Just let go.”
I sob into his neck, my body already pulsing, head to toe. With a quick thrust he drives in, tearing a scream from my throat. The hot, hard band of his arms tighten, drawing me impossibly close to his strong chest as he pants into my mouth.
My mind goes blurry. The cool trail of tears on my temples tells me I’m crying, but I’m only feeling our connection now.
Him. Deep. All consuming.
Then he truly starts to pound into me. Slow, deep strokes. that stretch me, awaken my body, marking me within.
It’s his claim.
The tempo builds, Chase’s skin slicks with sweat as our exhales mingle. It’s carnal and far more intimate than I ever imagined sex would be.
