I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(108)

He smirks, cocky, drunk, high. “Good, you’re not getting it easy, baby. You’re getting f*cked hard, harder than all the other times when I went easy on you.” My boy flips me over onto my stomach and hoarsely says, “Scoot up. Hold on to the headboard. You’re gonna need to.”

I grab at antique iron bars, and tremble with anticipation. I want him. I want him like this. He pushes me deep into the mattress with his weight. His skin burns heated against mine as he covers me with his body. I am breathless. His arousal jabs at my ass cheek, letting me know he’s more than ready. And so am I. I try to shift to feel him where I want him, but I can barely move.

Chase doesn’t let up. In fact, he does the opposite, gives me his full weight. He knows I love feeling him on me like this, so encompassing, so consuming.

Chase scoops up my hair and licks the nape of my neck. “Is that too much, baby? Am I crushing you?”

“No, I like it.” I gasp. He chuckles and eases up slightly.

“Is your * wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see. I want to feel.” He reaches down between our bodies and slides his fingers along my slick core. I am soaked, so turned on. Chase groans, “Fuck, Kay.”

His fingers leave me and I feel him handling his length behind me. He nudges at my sex. “Spread your legs some more, sweet girl.” His voice is husky and thick. “Open up for me.”

He taps my ass with his cock, and I do as he asks. With no further warning, he sheaths himself inside me with one hard thrust. “Fuck, Chase, God,” I yell out, gripping the headboard bars.

He slams in deeper and holds still, making me squirm, which serves to harden him even more. This is a lot of Chase. But I want it. My boy buries his face in my shoulder, and his teeth graze my skin, making me shiver.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He bites down hard. I whimper and he lets go. “Ask me for it,” he demands.

His cock is stretching me to capacity, while his whole body crushes me. I feel invaded, taken, conquered, and I love every bit of it.

My boy bites down once more where my skin is still tender from his first bite. I cry out, “I want you to f*ck me, Chase. Fuck me.”

I rotate my hips beneath him, arching my ass up into his hips. He pulls out all the way—pauses—and reenters me on yet another long, hard thrust. “Yes,” I hiss into the pillow.

My boy’s mouth is at my ear, and he whispers, “Do you like my cock in your *, Kay?” He moves his hips, sliding in and out, in and out. So good. “Say it, baby. Tell me you love the way I f*ck you. Be dirty with me.”

I like this dirty Chase, this crude and irreverent man. I want to go where he’s taking me. I need to be dragged down to where he is so we can build ourselves back up, together, stronger.

So I tell my boy the absolute truth, I share with him that I love everything he’s doing and I want even more. When I say, “I like the way you f*ck when you’re messed up like this,” my boy groans, and then he pounds into me harder still.

Chase asks to hear more, so I confess all the filthy things I’ve dreamed of him doing to me. He tells me a few ideas of his own. That makes me share even more. I think my ability to match my boy on dirty and filthy surprises him, but he’s more than happy to do everything I ask.

He calls me the dirty names I ask him to, he puts his fingers in places no fingers have ever been, and he yanks my hair back when I scream for him to as he finger-f*cks me from behind. But what sends me over the edge, what makes me scream in ecstasy, is when Chase does what he does best—f*cking hard and dirty. He does this with finesse, though, moving me to where I suit him best. He positions me so I can take all of him when his thrusts become punishing and rough.

And that’s what Chase does now—punishes me with his cock. We’re both covered in sweat, me on my back, Chase on top, between my legs, pounding hard. It’s his hands that now grip the antique iron headboard bars, giving him the leverage to f*ck me into oblivion. Chase once told me he could never imagine me craving oblivion, but he was wrong. I crave it now, in this way. Chase owns me and he can annihilate me if that’s what he wants. And I fear he might. But just when I think it may be too much, that this man may actually break me, Chase slows and stops. He pulls out and lowers his mouth to where his cock was just tearing me up.

I cry out his name.

He licks and kisses everywhere, his tongue probing where I throb, where I still feel the part of him that was just giving me so much pleasure and enough pain to render me incredibly sensitive to what he’s doing. now. I come swiftly, hard, my walls clenching with a powerful release.

I catch my breath, finally relax.

Chase moves back up my spent body and thrusts into me once more. I’m still euphoric as I feel him pump a few times, lazily now. He stills and releases into me. Then, my dirty, gorgeous boy collapses onto me to catch his own breath.

I hold on to him tightly, my fingers twined in his sweat-dampened hair. He shifts so that his weight isn’t too much, and though we’re not actively having sex anymore, he’s still inside. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper, arching to keep him where he is, even though I can tell he’s only partially hard now.

He chuckles. “I think it’s inevitable.”

Just then he slips out and we both groan at the loss.

“Just give me a few minutes,” my boy rasps in a tone full of promise.