Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“There you go,” he soothed. “That’s better.”
It was my turn to say, “Fuck.”
He chuckled softly. “Still promise to do that.”
He removed his fingers while I was still coming down and pulled away. It was the fastest we ever got home. I was still in an orgasm-laced haze when he pulled into the driveway.
My feet barely hit the garage floor when he was there, throwing me over his shoulder. I shrieked in surprise. My ass half hanging out of my dress as he walked me across the living room and into his bedroom.
Chase shucked off his pants, stripped me of my thong, and a second later, thrust hard inside of me.
“Fucking hell. You’re so goddamn wet.”
“Your fault,” I teased.
He grasped my wrists and positioned them above my head as he started a brutal pace. “My fault?”
I grinned. “You said I was cocky.”
“If I’d known that was going to make you masturbate in the front seat of my Porsche, I would have called you that a lot sooner.”
“I mean, I was going for road head.”
He slowed to a downright painfully relaxed pace. My legs tightened around him, trying to get him to go fast again.
“You wanted to give me road head?”
“Probably not in the Porsche. Chase, please,” I begged.
“No, tell me about this.”
I groaned and tried to sit up, but he had me held in place as he stroked in and out of me at a leisurely pace. “How are you not dying to get off?”
“Tell me about road head.”
“Fine. I want your cock in my mouth. I want the salty taste of your pre-come. I want the hard thrust of you into my throat because you can’t fucking control yourself. I want to feel you shudder with desire as I deep-throat you. I want you to come down my throat and make a mess everywhere because I can barely take it all in. Then, I want you to fuck me until I can’t think another thought.” I shifted my hips temptingly. “Like right now.”
“Well, now, I want that,” he teased.
His eyes widened when my mouth opened. “Then, take it.”
He didn’t second-guess me, just slipped out of my pussy and brought his slick, wet cock to my mouth. My hands came to his thighs as his came to the back of my head. I could taste my arousal on him. Then, there was no thought, just him fucking my mouth, in deep strokes that made me gag and choke. But he pulled back enough so I could breathe through it.
Then, in one long grunt, he thrust all the way back, emptying into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, making a mess, just as I’d told him I would.
He watched me take down his come before burying his face in my pussy and taking me easily over the edge a second time. I came so hard that I screamed and tried to push his head away because I was so sensitive. But he wouldn’t let me. Just rode my face for dear life as I crested.
We both collapsed back on the bed after.
He threaded our fingers together, bringing my hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss there. “You’re magnificent.”
“Mmm,” I agreed.
He rolled over to me and stroked my hair for so long that I nearly fell asleep before I heard him ask, “Was it all worth it?”
“What?”
“Today with my sister?”
“The spa was great. Plus, I got orgasms at the end.”
“Bonus-gasms.”
I snorted. “Oh my God, bonus-gasms.”
“I’ll give you as many as you want.”
I ducked my head into his shoulder and whispered, “Chase.”
“Hmm?”
“Go to West’s wedding with me.”
He froze with his fingers in my hair. “Look at me.”
I pulled back to meet his eyes. “Do you not want to go? I know my family—”
“Fuck our families. You’re mine, right?”
I nodded.
“Then, I’m going.”
“In front of all the Wrights?”
“Every one of them, baby girl. Every single one of them.”
12
CHASE
In theory, agreeing to a Wright wedding was a good idea.
In practice…
Well, this was a whole other adventure.
“Stop acting nervous,” Harley said. Her fingers moved to the knot at my throat. She straightened it out. “It’s going to be fine.”
“I’m not nervous.”
She coughed around a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
Her hands splayed down the front of the suit I was wearing for Weston and Nora’s wedding. It was a huge, elaborate affair at Wright Vineyard, the place where Harley and I had first met. Only a different brother was getting married now.
We were in the cellar, where all the girls were getting ready for the event. Hair and makeup and mimosas, oh my!
“Stop looking at me like that, too,” she said, smacking my chest playfully.
“Like what?”
“You know. I already feel ridiculous.”
She slipped her hands down the shimmery confection dress. It was a floor-length rose-gold number that fell off of her shoulders with a sweetheart neck. Her platinum hair was pinned off of her face, and her makeup was neutral and stunning, highlighting her round face, the dimple in her bottom lip, and wide eyes.