Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
"Oh no, you don't," Chase snarls. "I'm not that easily undone."
He assumes the control we both knew he always had as he effortlessly lifts me while rising to his feet and carrying me up the stairs, his cock still sitting inside my walls. Chase kicks his bedroom door open wider and drops me onto the bed.
With my back anchored to the mattress, Chase pins my wrists above my head and lowers his mouth to envelop one of my breasts. His lips tightly press against my nipples while his tongue flicks it feverishly. Warmth, wetness, and unparalleled thrusts threaten to drag my orgasm out of me.
My pants and moans of pleasure encourage him to continue with the powerful pushing and pulling every inch of his erection in and out of my walls. Chase is mastering my body in ways I've never felt, but my stubborn streak refuses to lose.
The faster Chase moves his body against mine, the more I roll my hips into his thrusts. His grip weakens as his pace quickens, and I sense he's closer to his climax. I reach up and wrap my arm around his neck to bring his face close to mine. I plunder his mouth with a kiss, stealing the control of this moment. I use my momentum to lock my legs around his waist, swinging him onto the mattress and riding him once again.
We laugh at the athleticism between us, but as my walls contract and my core tightens, I know that one of us will concede soon.
Instead of basking in the victory of my coming orgasm, Chase sits up, gripping me by the chin to look me in the eyes. "Let's come together. Come with me, Maddie."
The way his fingers dig into my waist as he guides my hips, my pussy, and my body back and forth over his dick has me ready to explode. So we explode together. His pulsing release matches my own, leaving us full to the brim with satisfaction.
Sleep finds us easily, and soon enough, even the storm quiets outside.
Once the sun rises the next morning, I find myself in body-twisting agony. The soreness from my car wreck, trek through the woods, and romping around the house with Chase is rearing its ugly head. The space beside me is empty, and on the nightstand is a tall glass of water.
Chase comes in a few moments later with a plate of food and a bottle of pills on a serving tray.
"I realized you're probably going to feel a bit worse for wear. All I have around here is some Ibuprofen. Waffles because carbs help give you energy, and some eggs because protein helps muscles repair themselves. I have some Gatorade in my truck, but they're room temp."
"The water, food, and pills are perfect," I moan and force a smile as I sit up.
He also hands me my phone. "I put it in some rice to help it dry, and if it doesn't work, mine is right there under the pillow."
"Passcode?"
He shrugs. "Ain't got nothing important on that thing, unless someone wants to steal phone numbers to my vendors, family, and friends."
I look at the phone, and it's a relic. Encased in rubber that looks like it doubles as a walkie-talkie, I pick it up and flip it open. I can’t contain my laughter as I shake my head. “You’re just like my dad. He has one of these, too."
Chase folds his beefy arms across his chest, raising one brow at me. "I mean, I like that one because I've dropped wrenches about half your size on a new model, and that shattered. This thing I can throw out of a plane, and it'll dent the ground when it lands."
"My dad says the same thing. He had his fancy phone trampled by a horse and decided to get something more rugged since he treats farm animals for his vet practice."
Pain shoots across my shoulders and the middle of my back as I grab a waffle and scoop some eggs into it. A slight drizzle of syrup, and I eat the concoction like a taco. With a mouth full of food, I close my eyes to let it replenish me, Chase staring in amazement.
"What?" I ask, my mouth full, but the pain still radiating up and down my torso.
"I like you." He scowls as if he can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
"I should hope so, considering you fucked me eight ways from Sunday last night."
He bursts out laughing. "You got one hell of a mouth on you, Maddie. Call your people and let them know you're all right. I should have made you call them last night."
"I was in no mood to listen to Dad tell me how much I should have listened to him last night. I was supposed to call my sister to get me from the shop, but—"