I turn and drop my hands from covering my breasts.
“Jesus.” He grabs at his hard cock that’s pressing against his briefs. I can tell he’s so much bigger than I’m used to. “Come here.”
He yanks me against him, pressing his mouth against mine and winding his hands in my hair. I grasp onto his back and pull his body flush to mine. We clumsily walk back together, until the backs of my legs hit his bed. I fall back and once he pulls off his briefs, he climbs on top of me.
His cock bobs, heavy between us. The prominent mushroom tip glistens with precum, and a large pulsating vein runs down his length. If I had to guess, I’d say he measures well over nine inches.
“I’ve wanted you like this since you first showed up,” he says, kissing down my neck and across my clavicle.
“I thought you hated my guts.” My hands are woven into his hair, legs open, feeling his hard dick prod against my center.
“Well, yeah, a little. But who in their right mind could get to know you and keep hating you.”
He leans over and rummages around in his nightstand, revealing a condom. I watch as he rolls it down himself as he sits back on his legs.
As he resumes hovering above me, he looks directly in my eyes. “Are you sure about this, Melody? I want to make sure you won’t be regretting this in the morning, because once I claim you as mine, there’s no going back.”
“I’m sure.” Though I know there are a million reasons why this is a bad idea, I can’t fight it anymore.
“Thank fuck.” He says, lining himself up with my entrance. Pushing in, he feels so overwhelmingly big. “Breathe for me, baby.” He coaxes.
I inhale as he fills me, stretching wide to accommodate his size.
“Look at you taking me so fucking well,” he praises, looking down at where we’re joined together. He’s right. There is no going back after this, because I can never forget how amazing this feels for as long as I live. And the praise he gives me makes me feel like I’m glowing from the inside out.
Chase begins to move his hips and I meet him stroke for stroke.
“Oh, holy shit.” I cry out as he hits the perfect spot inside me. It’s so much better than I could have even imagined.
“That’s right baby, scream out for me. Tell me how much you love my cock inside of your tight pussy.”
My eyes flutter as the pleasure overtakes my body.
“Nothing has ever felt this good. Don’t stop, please,” I beg.
“Oh, baby, I’m never going to stop fucking this pussy. It was made for me. So tight and wet, and mine. Tell me, Melody. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You. It’s yours.”
“You’re fucking right it is. You’re mine, Melody.”
A primal urge rises inside me at his declaration. Hearing him call me his, claiming me, it undoes something inside of me and a rush of emotions mixes with the overwhelming feel of him moving inside me. I never want this moment to end.
“And you’re mine,” I say, holding his gaze.
He reaches up and cradles my cheek in his hand before bending down and planting a kiss on my lips. “I’ve been yours since you walked through that door.”
Tears spring free from the corners of my eyes at how tender he’s being.
“Now hold on to me, because I’ve been waiting for this moment, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be seeing stars behind those beautiful ocean blue eyes of yours.”
He hoists my legs over his shoulders, and thrust into me with so much force, the bed’s headboard smacks into the wall. I’m pretty sure he just dented it, but he doesn’t stop. Chase moves with the ferocity of a turbo engine being kicked into high gear. He hits deep inside of me, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with every vigorous push. He works my body like his very own musical instrument. Expertly wielding pleasure from me and playing with my heartstrings like he’s composing a symphony made exclusively for me.
His hands explore my curves, like he’s studying how they feel beneath him. I feel so utterly beautiful, and appreciated, and sexy with how he looks at me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”
His hands settle along my hips and his fingers dig into my skin as he pummels into me.
