Taken by Chance by Chloe Cox

for the effort that
went into it, for making progress.
    But first…
    “ Now I want you to beg,” he said.
    He saw her head
drop down in anguish, and her body strained for him. He gripped her hips to let
her know where he was, and pushed the head of his painfully swollen cock just
inside her.
    “Oh God,” she
said. “Chance, please .”
    “Not good enough.”
    Thank God she
couldn’t see his face. Every primitive urge in his male body was telling him to
plunge into the unbelievably ready female in front of him. He had perfect
control of himself when it came to women, but damn, his face would be intense
right about now. He could feel a vein in his forehead throbbing.
    “Chance, please
fuck me. Please. I need you—”
    He surged forward
and buried himself to the base in Lena. He felt the wet warmth of her wash over
him, and felt her muscles contract around him immediately, and everything was right .
    “Oh God ,” she cried, and she angled up to
him, moving back and forth on her knees while he held her hips and pounded into
her. She was so hot, so wet, so soft—and already so close to coming.
    Something about
taking a woman from behind always brought out the wildman in him, and he leaned
forward to grab the back of her neck, driving his cock into her with enough
force to make her cry out with each thrust.
    “Oh God,” she
screamed. “Fuck, yes …”
    And that was the
last word he heard. She screamed as she came around him hard, so hard he yelled
into her back, held her down, and thrust until the tension rushed to his
center, squeezing his balls like a vise, and exploded out in dizzying currents
of pleasure.
    He collapsed onto
her back, both of them too spent to move, stuck together with sweat. Chance
could feel his pulse throughout his entire body, throbbing away like a dull
echo of that orgasm.
    Jesus.
    This woman…there
was nothing like this woman.
     
    Chance forced
himself up even though he felt somewhat drained, which was also a novel
experience for him, at least on this scale. But he needed to take care of Lena,
so up he went.
    She whined as he
carefully pulled out of her, giving him another reason to smile.
    “Stay right where
you are, and I’ll be right back,” he said, placing a quick kiss on the back of
her neck. She murmured something, her body draped over the bench like she was
ready to take a quick nap. He wished he could let her do exactly that, but
there were some unresolved issues. First and foremost, Paul
Cigna.
    Chance already
knew what his call would be. That guy set off a number of alarm bells and he
was not going to stop. But Lena needed to come to that realization, too.
    Still, it was a
lot to put on her on day one. Then again, nothing about this had been typical
so far. They just had to roll with it.
    First he got
another warm cloth and cleaned the both of them up, taking great care with
Lena’s tender flesh.
    “You sore?” he
asked her.
    “ Dunno .”
    He grinned. Still in outer space.
    After he’d gently
rubbed some oil into her thighs and buttocks, he slipped one arm under her
torso and lifted her, slowly, from the bench, catching her as she rose up and
scooping her into his arms.
    “I can walk,
Chance,” she said. “I was just being lazy.”
    “Nope,” he said.
“I’m gonna hold on to you ‘til I’m sure you’re
recovered. And because after I fuck you, I like to hold you.”
    She didn’t say
anything to that, but he felt her eyes on him. After a moment, she leaned her
head into his chest, and he felt her body relax into it.
    “I’m ok with
that,” she said.
    He carried her to
his favorite chair, a beat-up, giant green velvet-covered monstrosity that was
the most comfortable place in the world, and very carefully situated her on his
lap. She was a natural snuggler .
    Chance slid his
hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat. It was slowing down, and her breathing
only jumped when he touched her. Good.
    “Your brain
working properly yet, sweetheart?” he asked,