I look up at him through my lashes and take him even deeper in response. I want this. Want to taste him. Want to swallow every last drop with a smile on my face.
But suddenly he's pulling out of my mouth, panting hard. "No fucking way I'm finishing already when I haven't fucked you yet."
My pussy clenches at his words. "You want it that much?"
"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you." His brown eyes are dark with lust. "In every single position that exists."
Oh God. Heat floods through me, pooling between my legs. I've never had a man talk to me like this. Raw, honest and desperate.
I stand on shaky legs and start unzipping my jeans. They stick around my ankles and I nearly stumble backward, but Chaos's hands shoot out, gripping my ass to steady me.
My ass. My flat, disappointing ass that I've always been ashamed of.
I'm chubby everywhere else. Round stomach, thick thighs, full breasts, but my ass is practically nonexistent. Marcus used to make comments about it. Subtle digs about how I should do more squats, how other girls had better curves.
I tense, waiting for Chaos to notice. To be disappointed.
Instead, he grips my ass hard, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Fuck, I want this ass bouncing on my cock."
He wants me. Really wants me. Not some fantasy version of me with a better body, but me exactly as I am.
"Yes," I breathe, climbing back onto his lap.
I straddle him again, my breasts hanging in his face as I position myself. He immediately latches onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while I reach between us to grip his cock.
It's so thick in my hand, already slick with my saliva and his precum. I guide it to my entrance, rubbing the head against my wetness.
"Fuck," Chaos groans against my breast.
I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He stretches me perfectly. Not so big it hurts, but big enough to fill me completely. When I'm fully seated on his cock, I pause, letting my body adjust to the delicious fullness.
It's been so long since I've had sex with anyone. Over two years since Marcus, and even then it was rushed and mediocre. Nothing like this.
I start moving, rocking back and forth rather than bouncing. I need to find my rhythm, need to remember how to do this. Chaos's hands grip my ass, helping me move, guiding me gently.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take your time, baby."
The endearment makes my heart flutter. I increase my pace gradually, getting more confident. Soon, I'm bouncing on his cock properly, standing more upright so my breasts jiggle with each movement.
When I glance down at Chaos, he's staring at me with his mouth half-open and eyes wide, like he's witnessing something miraculous.
"You look beautiful," he says, his voice reverent.
"Do you really believe that?" I ask, still bouncing on his cock. "When I'm chubby with no ass?"
He shakes his head firmly. "To me, you look beautiful. You look brave and honest and all the good things in between."
Tears prick my eyes. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. No one has ever made me feel this cherished, this seen.
I want to cry, but I hold back. There's no time for tears when Chaos is gripping my ass harder now, helping me bounce faster. His cock goes deeper with each thrust and I have to cover my mouth to keep from moaning too loud.
Can't wake Liam. Can't disturb my son while I'm fucking a man I barely know on our couch. Chaos reaches up and brushes my bangs away from my eyes, his touch gentle despite the rough way he's fucking me.
"One position isn't enough," he says, his voice rough. "I want you under me now."
I hop off him immediately, already missing the feeling of his cock inside me. But I lie back on the couch, and thankfully it's big enough for me to stretch out.
He positions himself over me, his muscular arms bracketing my head. "You comfortable?"
