“Stop staring at me,” she purred as I came to stand over her, one of my fingers drifting over her belly. She was laying on her mattress now in nothing but her black panties, and yes I was drooling. All over the fucking place.
“I’ll stare all I want,” I barked at her, which caused a smile to pull at her lips. Her eyes glazed over, growing larger and filling with more heat when they landed on my protruding cock.
That’s right baby, you did this to me and it’s all for you.
I easily found myself stretching over her, my hands pushing into her hair as I sucked on her neck.
“Chase…” She sighed so heavily that it was all I could hear, my name falling from her beautiful full lips.
“I’m going to fuck you, okay? One last time.” I pressed my lips harder into her skin not wanting to ever forget what this felt like. If I never got the chance to do this again, I wanted this to be better than the last time. There would be no third time. There couldn’t be.
“Make it memorable,” she moaned in pleasure as my finger dove deep into her panties, honing in on that sweet spot that would have her writhing beneath me.
In a matter of seconds she was drenched, the smell of her arousal meeting my nostrils with each intake of air. Fuck! This girl could drive me crazy with her smell alone. I slipped in a second finger, my eyes flickering over her body, which was now covered in sweat. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her toes dug into the skin on my legs.
“Fall apart for me. Show me how bad you want this. How bad you need this. Need me.” My chest rumbled against hers as I took one of her nipples into my mouth. The taste of her completely took over me right before she fell apart, her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers tightly. I smiled like the cocky fucker I was, nipping at her nipple harder just to see if she would squeeze tighter, and when she did I almost came undone.
There was no more thinking, no other reaction I could give her than to become one with her.
One more time. That’s all I need. Is one more taste. One more stroke.
One more chance, my heart whispered loudly.
My senses were in overdrive, I could feel him becoming a part of me. My insides stretching to accommodate him, pulsing in need around him. Pleasure surrounded me, making words almost impossible.
“Ahhh…” I screamed as he sunk deeper into me.
“Scream it, babe.” His voice was labored as he pushed harder into me. Every stroke rubbing at my insides in the most perfect way.
“Harder…” I barely got the word out, my mind was hazy and all I could feel was him. His chest rubbed against my nipples forcing another moan to escape me.
I bit my lip unknowingly, my core growing hotter as I felt his grip on my hips biting into my flesh. I wanted him to mark me, to make me feel him for days. My eyes drifted down to where we connected. The slaps of our bodies pushing together filled the room. Fuck!!! I wanted to cry out, I could feel the distinct build, the simmering sensations inside of me ready to burst.
“Clench me, make this cock yours… Make me come for you,” Chase said and I blinked my eyes open just for a second, just to catch him in his own moment of ecstasy. His teeth were clenched, his muscles taut and filled with tension as he held back his own release waiting for my own.
With one last powerful push inside of me I fell apart, my teeth biting deep into his shoulder blade. I could feel nothing and everything at the same time. My body tingled, my eyes watered, and my fingers dug into his skin as if I was trying to hold onto this moment and make it last forever.
What. The. Fuck.” My eyes popped open, terror filling my belly as the euphoric feeling that covered me moments ago all but disappeared. I pushed against Chase, who stopped mid-stroke and looked over his shoulder.
“Can I help you?” He got out, his breath heavy before I could even get my body to catch up with my mind.
On the other side of Chase, standing in my bedroom was my mother and father. My mother with a blush of embarrassment on her face and my FBI agent father with an angry glare on his.
“Can I help you?” My father hissed out in a mocking tone, reaching behind his back and pulling out his gun.
“Jeez, Zerro I told you to leave that in the car,” my mother said as she glared at him the same way he had glared at us.
“Dad, stop!!” I yelled loudly. I needed to do something, and I needed to do it fast.
“This is my boyfriend…” I lied, my eyes pleading with Chase to go along with it. I didn’t want him to die because of me. My dad was unpredictable most days, especially when it came to his children. Add in finding your child in the predicament that he just found me in, and I could tell he was about to explode.
“His name is Chase.” I tried to sound cheery, I mean about as cheery as being found naked with a man and having your parents walk in as I could be. The expression on my father’s face said he wasn’t buying it just yet, telling me I needed to keep talking us out of this and my dad off the ledge he was on.
Chase’s eyes sought out my own, anger and complete disappointment reflected back at me. I didn’t know what to say to make the situation better, to not lie to my parents, but not put Chase in this situation.
Without a second thought he reached for the sheet next to us, handing it to me before reaching down to find his pants. I glanced around the room, looking for my clothes wondering where they had ended up. In our heated frenzy it was hard to remember where I had lost them.
“You should cover up, princess. I’m sure your gun carrying father doesn’t want to see you like that, after just seeing you like that with me,” Chase said, the words coming out cocky as ever.
“You’re one smart comment away from getting nailed with a bullet.” My father’s anger ridden voice met my ears and I cringed.
Why had I told my mother I was moving? Better yet, why had I given her the address? I thought as she stood there gripping the strap of her purse looking like she wanted to laugh that my father was pissed off, when all I wanted to do was erase the last few minutes out of my memory.
“We’re doing nothing wrong, Dad. I’m an adult. He’s an adult.” I reminded him, my eyes narrowing in extreme anger. I was humiliated in the worst way. I would never live this down.
The grip he had on his gun told me he thought otherwise and that he was about to show us all exactly what he thought.
“Get out,” he growled at Chase, pointing the gun at him. Inside I was screaming. Begging for an answer to fall into my lap.
“No need to point that thing this way. I’m going,” Chase responded and I shot him a look that I hoped expressed how sorry I was as I watched him leave the room, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving me with a seething father and a mother who seemed slightly amused by this entire shit storm.
“I don’t see you for months, Gia. Months! Then I travel out here with your mother to find you rolling around the sack with some pretty boy!! Is this what you’ve been doing? Do you need to come back home and get a reality check?” His rage was so evident you could see the flames coming off of him from miles away. Yet, I didn’t care. I was old enough to make my own choices, to do what I wanted, whether that be with Chase or someone else. So instead of stepping away as not to get burned, I moved in closer to the heat, prepared to stand my ground.
“You don’t even know him, yet you’re judging him. You’re judging me and I’m your daughter! You fail to realize we both wanted what happened.” I paused slightly, taking in a shuddering breath. “I’m not a little girl anymore. You have to let me grow up, even if I disappoint you.” The words leave my mouth with ease, making me feel braver than I actually feel. Before I could blink my father crossed the room, his free hand gripping my chin tightly in his hand.