“Yes ...” she pants as I reach down, pulling one of her legs up and over my hip, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
The feel of her slickness over my shaft takes my breath away as I bottom out. Fuck. She feels so damn good. So much so, I press my pelvis into her harder, wanting to go even deeper before I feel her contract around me.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper.
She says nothing, but her mouth is on my neck, kissing and licking before she sucks, hard.
That’s right. Mark me, baby.
I slide my other hand up her arm, holding her wrist above her head. My eyes drop down the curves of her body. Her breasts are full, and her dark nipples pebbled. And there are goose bumps on her soft stomach that lead all the way down to where we’re connected.
My eyes are fixed there, staring at her swollen clit peeking from between her curly hair, as I watch my cock draw out of her, only to push back in.
“You feel so good, Evil,” I breathe out hoarsely. “I could fuck you for days at a time.”
“Promise?” she moans. “Because your dick is magical ...”
I smirk, connecting our eyes. “You like me fucking you, Evie?”
She nods, but I raise my brows, making her bite her bottom lip before she whispers, “Yes, Chef.”
“Good girl.”
Her body reacts along with her face as I roll my hips, giving her everything I promised. Breaths turn into panting. And wrists held hostage become held hands as we fuck. No ... make love.
I’m making love to her.
Our mouths so close we’re sharing air, our eyes connected so deeply I can almost read her thoughts. I’m taking my goddamn time.
The taut part of my stomach rubs her clit in such a perfect way with each stroke that I feel her wrap her other leg around me, but I told her not to come. And I meant it. We have other business to handle before she comes like this.
This was just a taste test to satisfy my palate.
I push in and out as she arches and mewls. Fuck, I’m almost trembling with the need to keep going, but I pull out, leaving her gasping and me growling.
“No ... come back,” she breathes out hard, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop.
She keeps her legs wrapped around me, trying to reconnect us, but I ignore her, unhitching her legs before I sit up and flip her over without warning.
“Chase,” she squeals, making me grin.
My hands are rough as I force her ass in the air and make my way down, positioning my face between her legs.
“Have a seat,” I rumble deeply.
She sits, straddling my face, blinking down through those long lashes of hers as she bites her bottom lip. I know she’s well versed in exactly what I mean. And to prove my point, Evie lifts one hand at a time, grabbing the headboard before she covers her wet pussy over my mouth.
Fuck. Me.
The heavenly taste of her lust hits my tongue as it thrusts inside her. I swear to god her pussy was made for me. I grab her hips to move her exactly where I want her, before I flatten my tongue and run it up to her clit.
“Oh my god,” she moans, smacking the headboard.
I’m licking her clean and she’s already trembling, trying to lift up. To make me chase her cunt to eat. But I hold her in place, trading off between laving her with my tongue and sucking her clit.
Damn. My cock’s so hard it’s almost painful, because everything about the taste of her is so goddamn good.
Evie is my favorite meal.
