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head.
    I pulled his length into my mouth,
bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around his shaft. He was looking down,
watching every move I made as his cock slid between my lips.
    He reached one hand down between
my legs, rubbing my clit, thrusting his fingers into my wet pussy. I moaned
against his cock, briefly closing my eyes as his fingers pulled and rubbed my
clit, my hips arching up in response.
    Before long, Chase was moaning,
rocking his hips back and forth, his eyes still watching intently, his
breathing harsh. His fingers were still aggressively thrusting into me, harder,
just on the verge of being uncomfortable. But my body was responding, my legs
spread far apart, hips rolling, bucking against his hand.
    And then it was all too much, for
both of us. With a cry that sounded almost desperate, Chase pulled himself away
from me, climbing between my legs. He grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling
me up, pulling my legs further apart.
    He was on his knees between my
legs, his spread wide, his cock wet with my spit. There was a fierce, almost savage,
look in his eyes. He paused, looking down at me, breath rasping from his
throat.
    A small part of me recoiled from
the intensity of his gaze, but the rest of me, the wild part, wanted him so
badly, wanted whatever he was going to do to me. I rose up on my elbows,
meeting his gaze, breathing hard.
    “Do it, Chase. Now.” I was
breathing just as hard. “Oh, god…take me…use me. Do it now!”
    And he did. He thrust into me and
kept going, driving himself into me at a merciless pace. His hard thighs were
hitting the backs of my legs, pushing me across the bed. Chase roughly grabbed
my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me up his thighs, slamming his
cock into me over and over.
    I braced my arms on the bed,
arching up, helpless in his grasp as he took control, using my body, taking his
pleasure while giving me mine. I was, again, at his mercy, under his dominance.
And I loved it.
    When I came, there was no
stopping it, or Chase. He drove right through my bucking and thrashing, my
desperate cries. All I could do was arch up against him, let my body take
control and ride the ever-increasing waves of ecstasy.
    But Chase wasn’t finished with
me. My orgasm peaked and then held, as he continued his frenzied thrusting. I
was shaking, my arms tired, my legs quivering, my mind, I realized, heading to
that place I’d gone when Chase had bound me with rope. Everything was too
much…but I wanted more.
    Chase’s cry, his almost-scream,
brought me back. His head was thrown back, his hips thrust forward, eyes
tightly shut. I could feel every nuance of his cock inside me, feel it harden
even more, the first pulses as his orgasm broke, the hot rush of fluid as he
ejaculated. He made short sharp jabs into me, grimacing with each, his cries
finally softening as he came down from the peak of his orgasm.
    We collapsed, Chase covering me,
my body exhausted. I drifted off, and then became aware of Chase moving me,
lifting my arms and legs, covering me with sheets and the quilts, pulling me
against him. I felt his gentle kiss on my neck and then I was asleep.
     
    ***
     
    It was very late…or very
early…when I woke. The room was dark; Chase a darker shape in the bed next to
me. I leaned over him, looking for an alarm clock. The one on the bedside table
said seven-fifteen. My cry of dismay roused Chase.
    “What’s wrong?” His voice was
groggy with sleep, low and husky. And utterly sexy. Damn.
    “I’m really, really late. Why is
it so dark in here?”
    I was struggling to untangle
myself from the sheets.
    “Black out curtains.” Chase’s
hand reached out, stilling my efforts.
    “Stay. Call in sick.” His voice
was less groggy but no less sexy. My breath caught in my throat, my heart doing
a little double beat. The warm scent of us rose up, reminding me of yesterday.
    “I can’t…”
    “Yes. You can.” There was a
fumbling on his side of the bed and a cell phone was