“You’re gonna come on my hand first,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Get that pussy nice and ready to take my cock. Then I’m gonna fuck you right here until you’re screaming my name. Understand?”
I nod frantically, already trembling. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing firm circles while his fingers stroke that spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice rough with want. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my fingers. Show me how bad you need to be filled.”
The orgasm hits fast and hard. I shatter with a broken cry, clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking. He works me through it, murmuring dirty praise the whole time—“Good girl,soak my hand, fuck yes, just like that”—until I’m boneless against him.
He doesn’t give me long to recover. His hands grip my hips, lifting me just enough to shove his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. I stare, still dazed, licking my lips without thinking.
“Eyes up here,” he says with a wicked grin, though his voice is strained. “You can suck it later. Right now I need to be buried in that perfect cunt.”
He guides me down. The head notches at my entrance, stretches me open as I sink slowly. We both groan—long, low, matching sounds of relief.
“Fuck, Fiona,” he grits out when I’m seated fully, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise. “You feel like heaven. So tight. So wet. Made just for my cock.”
I start to move—slow rolls of my hips at first, then faster, chasing that deep, grinding friction. He lets me ride for a minute, head tipped back against the couch, watching me through heavy lids.
Then he takes over.
His hands clamp on my waist and he thrusts up—hard, deep, controlling the pace. The couch creaks under us. Every stroke punches the air out of my lungs.
“Ride it, baby,” he growls. “Take every fucking inch. Show me how much you love being split open on Daddy’s dick.”
I can’t speak—only whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds up into me. The angle is perfect; he hits that spot over and over until I’m shaking again, so close already.
“You gonna come again?” he asks, voice dark. “Gonna come all over my cock while I fuck you silly on this couch?”
“Yes—Chase—please?—”
He slides one hand between us, thumb pressing hard on my clit. “Then come. Now. Milk me dry, sweetheart. Let me feel that pussy flutter.”
I break with a scream, clenching so tight around him I feel every pulse. He curses, thrusts turning erratic, then slams deep one last time and comes with a guttural groan, filling me in hot, endless spurts. We stay locked together, panting, foreheads pressed. His arms wrap around me, holding me close like he never wants to let go.
After a minute he kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Soft now. Tender.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod against his neck, still trembling. “More than okay.”
He chuckles low. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you today.”
He shifts us carefully—still inside me—until I’m lying back on the couch cushions with him braced over me. He stays buried, softening slowly, kissing me lazy and deep while his hand strokes my hair.
“Stay right here,” he says eventually, easing out. I whimper at the loss. He grabs his discarded shirt, uses it to gently clean between my thighs, then pulls the throw blanket over us both.
He settles behind me, spooning me tight against his chest, one arm banded around my waist, the other cupping my breast likeit belongs there. “Rest a minute,” he whispers against my ear. “Then we’re doing that again. Slower this time. I want to feel every second of you coming apart.”
I smile, sleepy and sated, nestling back into him.
“Promise?” I ask.
He nips my earlobe. “Baby, that’s a fucking guarantee.”
SIXTEEN
CHASE
Fiona’s still curled against my chest on the couch, blanket half-draped over us, her bare skin soft and flushed from earlier. My arm’s around her waist, fingers splayed across her stomach, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing. I’m trying to calm down—trying to think about dinner, or the perimeter check I should do before dark—but my cock’s already stirring again, thick and insistent against the small of her back. Every time she shifts, even a little, it’s torture.