Page 47 of The Chase

“You feel terrible you didn’t make me come last time, don’t you?”

“I felt like a dick. Like I ruined everything,” I admitted.

She leaned up and cupped my face. “You didn’t ruin anything. You’re good at going down on me, so you’ve more than made up for it. Now please shut up and get inside me.”

I laughed. “I love that you let your dirty side out with me.”

“You make me feel okay with it. I feel safe with you, Tristan.”

Only my sister and my parents called me Tristan, but I liked hearing my real name on her lips. I didn’t think she realized it slipped out, though. More than anything, I wanted to hear her moan it while she came all over my dick.

I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit but didn’t press inside her quite yet. She writhed beneath me, urging me to press on.

“Please, Tristan. I need you,” she begged.

I gave her my lopsided grin. “You got me, baby girl.”

I entered her slowly, teasing her with inch-by-delicious-inch of my dick. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug the heels of her boots into my back. I rolled my hips in a slow rhythm and moved inside her. She felt so good that I had to remind myself not to come too quickly.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” I asked.

She bit her lip, and a tiny blush colored her cheeks. “Can you touch my clit?”

I pressed my thumb against her clit. “Good?”

“Yessss,” she moaned.

“You just have to ask, and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“It’s hard for me.”

I pressed deeper inside her, grinding my dick down into her so she felt every last inch. I gave her a cocky grin. “No, this is hard for you.”

That broke the tension, and she rolled her eyes. But we both knew she secretly loved my ridiculousness.

I caressed her clit and thrust inside her, deep and slow. She closed her eyes and met my downward strokes with the arching of her hips. She felt like heaven, and I didn’t want to stop. Her hand tangled in my hair as we kissed again, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I wanted to take her harder and faster, to make her cry out my name like I was the only man she’d ever come for.

My hand flew across her clit, and I drove into her hard. “Come for me, baby girl.”

All she could do was nod in response, but she wrapped her legs around me tighter. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her pussy as I fucked her into ecstasy again. Until she squeezed her eyes shut and dug her nails into my shoulders.

“Tristan,” she moaned. “Take me, hard. Take me like the bad man you are. Until I forget how to breathe.”

Fuck me.

For a woman who said she didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted, she certainly was asking for everything I ever wanted to give her.

I gave in to her desires until she came apart at the seams and was crying out my name. Then I was right behind her, slamming into her as hard as I could until I came in long, hot spurts.

I groaned out in relief and tried to catch my breath. She was doing the same, her chest heaving and her skin flushed. Her lips were swollen from too many kisses, but I wanted to give her more.

“Good girl,” I said to her.

A blush crossed her face, but she pulled me down for another passion-filled kiss. Not the kind you’d give to someone when you were embarrassed. This Max was the one I wanted to see more of. This Max came out of her shell and told me what she wanted. This was the secret dirty girl I knew she could be.

When we came up for air again, I finally pulled out of her and got up to get rid of the condom.

“Can I take my boots off now?” she asked with a grin and shook out a boot-clad leg.