was right there waiting, making contact and driving back.
Chase’s lips fell open as the soft globes of her ass moved against his hardness for the second time, stealing the last inch of control he had left.
He went blind, laying on her back and shoving his hips into hers, his dick crying out in desperation for more. The power of his thrust sent her body flying forward, her hips hitting the counter hard as he kept propelling, pushing, desperate to lay his dick squarely between the soft curves of her ass, clutching each side of the counter as he prayed for a control that didn’t exist. His breathing came hard and heavy as he covered every inch of her body with his. If he could climb under her skin, just to get inside, he would.
He moaned into her ear, moving his hips in time with the lust filled noises escaping his mouth before he could even think to stop them. His body felt like it was tearing itself limb from limb with need for her. The dream of sinking inside her wet pussy, touching it, tasting it, took over his senses. He dug his fingers into the granite, cursing when her hips ground in the opposite direction of his own, working with him.
“Tell me you don’t feel that, Lila,” he begged.
“We can’t.” Lila clutched the sink. “We can’t, Chase.”
Even as she admonished him, her body worked on orders outside her jurisdiction, and she leaned over the sink and raised her hips higher, desperate to get that bulge against her pounding clit, desperate to feel him on every inch of her.
“Fuck.” She lost her voice when he swirled his hips, causing a friction that sent fireworks blasting to life behind her eyes. As she bent forward, he went with her, keeping every inch of his body flush with hers.
Lila’s head fell, and she jammed her eyes shut before looking over her shoulder and meeting his eyes.
His trembling fingers snuck under her blouse, setting her skin ablaze as they seared a path towards her heaving breasts.
“ Chase?”
At the sound of Chase’s name being screamed from the backyard, Lila elbowed him right in the gut, but he didn’t budge. Feeling like she’d been pulled out of a deep sleep, like someone had thrown a bucket of ice over her head, she gave herself a shocking reminder of how outrageous it was for her to be bent over her kitchen sink.
Even after taking a blow to the gut, Chase still held her flush, tight. He was in a different world.
She cursed herself when her body hummed. “That little girl you brought is right outside my backdoor, Chase. Let me go.”
The pretty brunette Chase had brought to the party had arrived drunk as a skunk, promptly passing out on Lila’s hammock the moment she’d rolled into it. Both Chase and Lila had forgotten all about the little lush, until that startling moment.
He held her against him for a few moments longer, collecting his breath and himself. Without a word, he straightened up, albeit on shaky legs, but not before he took her wrist in his hand and, with one well-timed flick, released her from the sink.
Lila stared at her hand, both shocked an annoyed that he’d waited until now to do whatever he’d just done to free her. Breathing deep, she lifted her wrist and rotated it, staring at the gold chain that dangled down from her fingers.
She remembered the day he’d started wearing it well.
He’d been sixteen at the time. She’d been twenty-six.
She was free, but even as she studied her freed hand, she couldn’t make herself fly away. Not even when he burned the skin under her top with his fingertips, or when his breath warmed her ear.
“I couldn’t fight for you back then,” he whispered. “But I’m not a kid anymore, Lila, and he can’t have you this time.”
Lila jammed her eyes shut.
“I’ll kill him first.”
7
Lila looked at her bedside clock, saw the time, and scoffed.
It was the middle of the night, and she was fighting a war she’d already lost. The covers on her
Chase’s lips fell open as the soft globes of her ass moved against his hardness for the second time, stealing the last inch of control he had left.
He went blind, laying on her back and shoving his hips into hers, his dick crying out in desperation for more. The power of his thrust sent her body flying forward, her hips hitting the counter hard as he kept propelling, pushing, desperate to lay his dick squarely between the soft curves of her ass, clutching each side of the counter as he prayed for a control that didn’t exist. His breathing came hard and heavy as he covered every inch of her body with his. If he could climb under her skin, just to get inside, he would.
He moaned into her ear, moving his hips in time with the lust filled noises escaping his mouth before he could even think to stop them. His body felt like it was tearing itself limb from limb with need for her. The dream of sinking inside her wet pussy, touching it, tasting it, took over his senses. He dug his fingers into the granite, cursing when her hips ground in the opposite direction of his own, working with him.
“Tell me you don’t feel that, Lila,” he begged.
“We can’t.” Lila clutched the sink. “We can’t, Chase.”
Even as she admonished him, her body worked on orders outside her jurisdiction, and she leaned over the sink and raised her hips higher, desperate to get that bulge against her pounding clit, desperate to feel him on every inch of her.
“Fuck.” She lost her voice when he swirled his hips, causing a friction that sent fireworks blasting to life behind her eyes. As she bent forward, he went with her, keeping every inch of his body flush with hers.
Lila’s head fell, and she jammed her eyes shut before looking over her shoulder and meeting his eyes.
His trembling fingers snuck under her blouse, setting her skin ablaze as they seared a path towards her heaving breasts.
“ Chase?”
At the sound of Chase’s name being screamed from the backyard, Lila elbowed him right in the gut, but he didn’t budge. Feeling like she’d been pulled out of a deep sleep, like someone had thrown a bucket of ice over her head, she gave herself a shocking reminder of how outrageous it was for her to be bent over her kitchen sink.
Even after taking a blow to the gut, Chase still held her flush, tight. He was in a different world.
She cursed herself when her body hummed. “That little girl you brought is right outside my backdoor, Chase. Let me go.”
The pretty brunette Chase had brought to the party had arrived drunk as a skunk, promptly passing out on Lila’s hammock the moment she’d rolled into it. Both Chase and Lila had forgotten all about the little lush, until that startling moment.
He held her against him for a few moments longer, collecting his breath and himself. Without a word, he straightened up, albeit on shaky legs, but not before he took her wrist in his hand and, with one well-timed flick, released her from the sink.
Lila stared at her hand, both shocked an annoyed that he’d waited until now to do whatever he’d just done to free her. Breathing deep, she lifted her wrist and rotated it, staring at the gold chain that dangled down from her fingers.
She remembered the day he’d started wearing it well.
He’d been sixteen at the time. She’d been twenty-six.
She was free, but even as she studied her freed hand, she couldn’t make herself fly away. Not even when he burned the skin under her top with his fingertips, or when his breath warmed her ear.
“I couldn’t fight for you back then,” he whispered. “But I’m not a kid anymore, Lila, and he can’t have you this time.”
Lila jammed her eyes shut.
“I’ll kill him first.”
7
Lila looked at her bedside clock, saw the time, and scoffed.
It was the middle of the night, and she was fighting a war she’d already lost. The covers on her
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