“Oh my god, I love your cock.”
Pulling back out, I slam into her, using the belt as leverage and fucking her hard.
"Do you hear the sound of us together? Hear your pussy sucking me in. Tell me again we aren't meant to be together. That your body isn't made for mine.” I wrap her ponytail around my wrist, tangling my fingers in her hair.
“Yes, it’s yours.”
“We fit, don’t we?”
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“Answer me.” I tighten my hold on her hair. “Your body was made for mine, wasn’t it, Princess? Only I can make you come like this.”
“Yes, only you.”
“We fit together, don’t we?”
“Fuck, Chase. Oh my god.”
“Don’t we?” I growl when her pussy flutters and grips my cock.
“Yes!” she shouts as she comes.
Pulling out, I slap her ass and say, “On your knees.” She spins to face me and drops down. Fisting my cock, I pump once, twice, three times and come all over her face and perfect tits still pushed over her bra.
“Mine,” I growl, gripping her throat and bringing my mouth to hers, not giving a fuck that my cum is on her lips.
CHASE
I miss you.
ME
You just saw me yesterday.
CHASE
So what? I still miss you.
I stare at the text, unsure what to say back. The times he’s said it before I’ve moved on, but today I find myself asking whether I miss him or not, especially after our conversation a couple days ago. It’s only been a day since they went back on the road, and I don’t have much experience missing anyone. Not really. I miss my friends when they’re away for too long, but most of my adult life, my friendships have been long distance, so I’ve gotten used to and gotten over the “missing them” stage. With Ivory, Preston, and Miller close, we’ve settled into a routine despite their constant travel. Even Taylor is in Nashville so often I feel like I don’t have the chance to miss her. With Chase, it’s different. Or at least, it should be different.
Right?
CHASE
Still not sure yet, hm? That’s okay. Ican handle it.
ME
Sorry lol.
CHASE
We’ll fix it.
ME
What are you going to do?
