She opened her front door when she heard me pull into her driveway. She was wearing a pair of short cutoff shorts and a thin white tank top that was obviously a size too small. Still, she was just as beautiful as she was when she was all done up in her dancing costumes. I stalked toward her hoping like hell she could handle me.
When I reached her, I put both hands on her ass and hoisted her up, never breaking my stride. Covering her mouth with mine, I stepped inside and kicked the door closed with my boot. As her soft lips consumed mine, returning my brutal kiss, I regretted not breaking the rules and kissing her at the club.
I knew nothing about her house, and I didn’t have the willpower to pull my mouth from hers and ask where her bedroom was. I didn’t need a bed anyway. Turning, I pressed her back up against the front door and shoved my thigh between her legs to keep her in place while I pushed her shirt up above her bra. I savagely yanked her bra down, causing her perfect tits to spill over the cups. Using one hand, I pinched and pulled her nipple while I set to work on removing her shorts with my other hand.
“Carbon,” she moaned.
“Chase,” I corrected. “My name’s Chase.”
Sliding an arm around her waist to hold her up, I let her feet dangle and yanked her shorts and panties off. They hit the floor, and her legs were back around my waist in an instant.
I pulled my mouth from hers and said, “I’m clean. Tell me you are and you’re on the pill.” She nodded rapidly and dove back for my lips. I unzipped my jeans, freed my cock, and paused. “You ready for me?”
She captured my lip ring between her teeth and gave it a little tug. “Fuck, yes.” With that, I slammed into her all the way to the hilt.
Bliss. Pure and total bliss. My inner turmoil quieted, and all that existed was me and her. Me in her. I swallowed her moans and relentlessly pounded into her tight little pussy. Pulling my mouth from her, I locked eyes with her as I fucked her hard and dirty. “You gotta come, baby,” I grunted. “Now, Harper. I want to feel you squeezing my cock. Fucking come all over me.”
She clamped down on me to the point it almost hurt. She screamed my name as she pulsed around me. “Chase! Oh, oh, don’t stop. Please. Fuck me harder.” I wasn’t going easy on her by any means, but I couldn’t refuse a request such as that. I gave it to her harder and faster, shoving myself impossibly deeper inside of her. She screamed. I came, my vision blurring and my knees weakening.
We ended up on the floor, still connected, me just as hard as I was before I filled her full of my come. She looked at me with glazed over eyes and smiled. I cupped her face in my hands and slowly brought my lips to hers as I started to move my hips again. “Not done yet,” I murmured against her lips. “You okay?”
“Please, Chase,” she whimpered.
“Please what, baby?” I wasn’t sure if she was asking for more or asking me to stop. If she was asking me to stop, I would, but it wouldn’t be easy. I needed this, and I needed it from her. I’d known it before, but I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it and, to be honest, I still didn’t. Regardless, no other woman would ever compare to Harper Jackson.
“More. I want more, Chase,” she pleaded before latching onto my lip ring with her greedy little mouth.
I thrust my hips forward, causing her to slide across the floor. I wasn’t a gentle man, never had been and never would be. I liked to fuck hard and rough, and I needed to be in control. At The Booby Trap, I had to let her be in charge if I wanted to see her; but we weren’t at the club anymore, and I had some time to make up for.
I slid my arms underneath her and grasped her by her shoulders to keep her in place while I hammered into her pussy on the floor right inside her front door. She bit down on the tendon between my neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain down my spine.
I pulled out and roughly flipped her over. Smacking her bare ass, I ordered, “Hands and knees.” She immediately complied, raising her pert little ass for the taking. My hands landed on her firm cheeks with a smack to hold her in place while I plunged back inside her.
“Harper,” I groaned. “Fuck, you feel good, baby. Play with that pussy for me. Make yourself come.” She balanced on one hand and stuck the other between her legs. When I thrust forward, her little fingers would caress my balls in the barest of touches. She was going to be the death of me.
I wrapped one hand around her neck and lightly squeezed, watching for any signs of distress from her. When I didn’t see any, I slightly increased the pressure and said, “You’re being a bad girl. I told you to play with that pussy, not my balls. What do you think I should do about that?” I growled, letting her have some of my weight against her back.
She moaned and mumbled, but nothing coherent came out of her mouth. “Answer me, Harper,” I barked, stilling my hips.
“Oh, oh, Chase. Ah, p-p-punish me,” she managed to get out between moans. It was probably a good thing that she couldn’t see the wicked grin that took over my face at her words.
“Gladly,” I growled. I increased the pressure around her neck, careful not to cut off her air supply, slapped her ass two more times, and pressed the pad of my thumb against her rear entrance.
She squealed and jolted, causing the tip of my thumb to enter her. I hadn’t meant to do anything other than apply a little pressure, but judging by the way her pussy drenched my cock, she liked it, so I left it there. After a dozen or so thrusts of my hips, I placed my lips against the shell of her ear and asked, “Do you want to come, naughty girl?”
“Please. Please, Chase.”
“You’ve got 10 seconds to come, or I’m shoving my cock in your tight little ass and fucking it until I’ve had my fill,” I growled.
That did it. She was pulsing around me and pulling me over the edge with her.
She.
Was.
Perfect.
I released her neck, and she slid down to her belly underneath me. Lowering myself with her, I rolled to the side and pulled her to me. We laid there until we caught our breath. Then, I rose to my knees, scooped her into my arms, and stood. “Where’s your room?”