Page 92 of The Challenge

“All we did was talk in here, which is crazy to think about now.”

I tilted my head. “Crazy because…”

“Because nothing ever happened. I should get an award for all of the times you hung out in my room and I didn’t lay a hand on you.” He groaned. “I’m thinking I need to make up for it. Maybe we should christen this room right now.”

My body buzzed. “Won’t the workers be back?”

“That’s what locks are for.” He walked over to the door and locked it.

“Is that really why you took me to the house? To have your way with me before we pick up Effie?”

“Yup. That’s exactly why I bought the house—just for this moment, to fuck you in my old bedroom. And you know what? If that were true, it would be worth every red cent.” Evan kissed me. “I know it was just last night, but it feels like forever ago. We’re overdue for an encore. What do you think?”

I looked down at his already hard cock threatening to burst through his jeans. “I think you should lie back on the bed right now and let me suck your dick.”

“Let you? How about beg you?” He lay back, his eyes glassy as he rested on his elbows.

I crawled onto him, then unbuckled his jeans and tossed the belt aside.

Evan was still fully clothed as I bent to take him in my mouth. He gasped. As I moved his cock in and out, his eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, Chloe. That’s good. So damn good.”

He tasted both sweet and salty. I couldn’t get enough as I swirled my tongue around his large crown.

“Shit. Don’t do that again. I’ll come.”

“I think you should,” I said with my mouth full.

“No freaking way I’m coming anywhere but inside you.”

A minute later, he tugged on my hair, yanking me off of him, my mouth making a loud popping sound as he withdrew his cock.

“Will you please ride me?”

I never thought I’d see the day that Evan Ricci begged me for such a thing. “Since you said please.” I winked. “I would love to.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs at the anticipation of having him inside me again.

I slipped off my capri leggings and slid my panties down my legs. I didn’t even take off my shirt. That’s how eager I was.

“Hurry up and sit on me,” he begged.

I hovered over him for a few seconds before sinking down.

“Fuck, you’re ready,” Evan hissed.

His eyes rolled back once again as I fucked him, alternating between swaying my hips and moving up and down.

“Fuck, baby. I could die a happy man after this.” He gripped my ass, guiding every movement. “I love being inside you.”

As I sped up my thrusts, I tugged at his shirt, feeling my clit throb. From this angle, it was so much harder to stave off my orgasm. There was something especially arousing about having sex with clothes on and being on top.

A minute later, I squeezed around his cock, and his body shook.

“Shit!” he yelled as I felt the heat of his cum exploding inside me.

Rubbing my clit against him, I climaxed soon after, my muscles pulsing around his cock long after he came.