Chase let out a shaky exhale, his head pressing back against the couch once more, his hands gripping the fabric beneath him like he was seconds away from losing his fucking mind. “Fuck,” he rasped, his voice torn, his eyes burning as he watched her.
Savannah held his gaze, her lips curling into a smirk as she wrapped her hands around his shaft, her touch deliberate—teasing. She parted her lips, letting his cock slide into her mouth, and he snapped. "Fuck—" ripped from his throat, his head snapping back against the couch, his fingers flexing into the fabric like she had just stolen his fucking soul.
One of her hands slid up, tracing the hard ridges of his abs while the other wrapped around him, firm and in synch with her mouth.
“Damn, Savannah…” His voice was wrecked, barely holding together. His muscles tightened beneath her hands, his thighs tensing as her tongue dragged along his length, slow and fucking deliberate.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
She hollowed her cheeks, lifted her tongue, taking him deeper, savoring the weight of his throbbing—cock on her tongue, feeling the way his body shuddered beneath her.
He was losing it. She could feel it. The way his breath tripped. The way his abs flexed so hard each time she she took him.
She worked him over, slow and twisted, dragging her tongue, pressuring his balls, setting a rhythm that had his entire body trembling.
Chase’s hands twitched, like he wanted to grab her. Like he was fighting every instinct to take control. To claim her.
But he didn’t. Not yet. He let her play, let her tease, let her fucking ruin him as she set a slow, torturous rhythm, dragging her tongue along the thick vein that pulsed against her lips.
His chest heaved, his abs flexing hard beneath her nails as she dug into him, holding him in place as she worked him over, her tongue sliding, her lips sucking, her every move calculated.
His control was slipping. Fraying at the edges. And she fucking loved it. She pulled back just enough to glance up at him, her lips wet, swollen, a wicked smile playing at the corners. “You’re shaking, Montgomery,” she taunted, voice a teasing purr. “Can’t handle it?”
His growl was raw, sinful. His darkened gaze locked onto hers.
“You want me to show you how to handle it?” he echoed, his voice rough, edged with warning.
Her mouth wrapped around him again, her tongue— circling his throbbing-cock. She threw him a wink while watching the way his body tensed, how his chest heaved, how his muscles jumped beneath her touch.
“I want to hear you say it,” he rasped, his voice dripping with challenge. “Ask me to! Beg me to show you.!
His control was gone, restraint hanging by a fucking thread, but he still needed her to give him the green light.
And she did.
She took him deep and moaned around him, teasing, her lips dragging over him slow, deep—
That was it. That was all it took. Chase snapped.
He jumps up. His hand snapped to the back of her head, fingers twisting into her hair, forcing her to take more, to take it faster.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you fucking wanted?" His voice, graveled. "You wanted this side of me?"
Her answer? Obvious and so fucking deliberate— She wraps her arms around his waist, pulls him in and takes him even deeper.
Chase’s grip tightened in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the delicate curve of her throat. His breath was ragged, his body taut with need, but his control—his dominance—was absolute.
"You want me to stop holding back?" he growled, his voice nothing but gravel and heat against her skin. "Then listen, Savannah. From this moment on, you’re mine."
He could feel the soft slide of his cock against the hollow of her throat, the heat of her breath sending fire licking down his spine. His grip in her hair tightened, just enough to make her whimper, just enough to remind her exactly who was in control.
"Fuck, Savannah," he groaned, his body shaking beneath her. "You keep doing that, and I’m gonna make damn sure you never forget who you belong to."
Her lips parted, her eyes dark, dazed, pleading.
He looks down at her. Slowly pulls out of her mouth and grabs her cheek while one hand is still on the back of her head.. Is this what you wanted? Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you keep going–you will never be the same.
“Prove it.” She said while opening her mouth again.
