This was my opportunity. At the darkest hour, fate had intervened and pushed Chase back into my life. Maybe we weren’t meant for each other forever, but we were certainly meant for each other for right now.
Almost as though my thoughts summoned him, I suddenly heard Chase’s voice across the room. I looked up to see him standing in just his boxers, in the doorway of the en suite bathroom. He had a couple of fluffy white hotel towels draped over his muscular arm and there was a sly smile on his handsome face. His dark hair, which was usually so perfectly in place, was ruffled and sticking up in different directions. There was a shadow of prickly stubble along his jaw, and his eyes were shining. Somehow, the tousled texture of his hair and the boyish grin on his face only made him look more delicious.
“Good morning,” he called out. His voice sounded gruff and gravelly first thing in the morning, and it added to his overall scruffy charm.
“Good morning to you, too,” I replied. “How did you sleep last night?”
He shrugged. “Next to you? I slept like a baby.”
I grinned. “Me, too. Though, to be fair, you did tire me out pretty thoroughly.”
“If you think that was intense, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he insinuated. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and I felt my cheeks instantly blush pink. “You hungry? I can order room service or we can go out. I was about to jump in the shower, fix all this,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the tufts of hair poking out in odd directions on his head.
“I’m pretty hungry, but I can wait a little longer,” I told him. I wiggled out of the bedsheets and slid out of bed, my toes curling as my feet touched the cool wooden floor. I was wearing only one of Chase’s white t-shirts, which was almost comically oversized on my uch smaller frame. I padded across the room to stand in front of him, looking up into the face of my brand-new husband. Fake husband, I reminded myself.
“My hair’s a bit of a mess, too,” I remarked pointedly. I took one of the towels from Chase and bit my lip. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t used to flirting like this. It had been years and years since I had even really tried. I was way out of practice, and I was worried that it was obvious to someone like Chase, who was clearly the king of seduction.
“I’ve read that it’s very economical and eco-friendly to shower together,” he commented. “Save water, shower with a friend. Or in our case, shower with your spouse.”
“Oh, well, if it’s good for the environment…” I trailed off. I gave him a wry smile.
Chase grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom, flicking on the light. He turned on the rain shower, one of those fancy setups I always wanted to install at the Peppertree if budgeting allowed. He turned back to me and lifted the t-shirt up over my head so that I was totally naked. I shivered at the sudden cold and instinctively tried to cover my more sensitive bits. But Chase stripped out of his boxers and pulled me close, wrapping his strong arms around me to keep me warm while the water heated up. He ran his hands down the sides of my body, sliding around to cup my ass. I tilted my head up and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him as he leaned into me. I could feel his cock stiffening against my thigh, and the very sensation of that turned me on. I moaned into his mouth as he pressed against me, his hand slipping up to cup the back of my head.
He broke away and I followed him into the shower, sighing as the warm water hit my skin. The two of us stood under the spray, his arms wrapped around me again. He kissed the top of my head as the water soaked through my hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. His hands gently caressed my full breasts and I gasped when his fingers passed over my sensitive nipples. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
He washed his hair quickly and then washed mine, his fingers gently massaging my scalp and working through every tangle. I stood in awe, surprised at the sweet gesture. No one had ever washed my hair for me before, and it was an oddly sensual experience. When my hair was rinsed out, I turned back around to face him and he smiled down at me.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, still in shock.
“I’m going to take care of you, Haley,” he promised softly. “In every way possible. If you’re going to be the mother of my child, my heir, I am going to make this worth your while. Every single step of the way.”
Chase reached down and parted my thighs slightly, his fingers slipping down to gently massage my clit. I gasp and melted into his delicious touch. He kissed me while his fingers worked my clit, his other hand cupping my breasts, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tendrils of pleasure spiraled through my body and I could feel my legs growing weak and shaky. Chase knelt down in front of me, hooking my leg over his shoulder. I watched as he leaned forward and dove in, his tongue sliding up and down my slick sex. I shuddered and reached up to grab the shower bar to hold myself steady while Chase devoured my pussy. My pleasure started to mount higher and higher, my thighs trembling. Finally, with one last flick of his tongue, I came with a cry.
“Chase! Oh my God,” I whimpered, nearly collapsing. He stood up and turned off the shower, then hoisted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. Grabbing a towel, he walked us out into the suite, laid down the towel on the bed, and cradled me back onto it. He stood over me with his massive cock erect and ready. I spread my legs, staring at him hungrily. I needed this. I needed him inside me.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioned the head of his cock against my opening, and pushed into me with one smooth motion. I shivered and moaned, feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He gripped my thighs with both hands, rearing back and sliding into me deeply. He gazed down at me with pure determination in his eyes. Chase was going to put a baby inside me, and he was not going to waste a single second in doing so.
“They say,” he began, through gritted teeth. “That missionary position is the best for conceiving a child. That may be true, but there’s no reason we can’t get creative. We have a whole year. I plan to fuck you in as many ways as I can. I’m going to fill you with my seed every single day.”
He leaned over me, crooking both my legs up over his shoulders and sliding a pillow underneath my ass and lower back, elevating me slightly. With his knees pressing into the bed, he began to rock his hips. I yelped in mingled pain and pleasure as his cock struck deep inside me. Chase smirked and reached down to grope my breasts. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the overwhelming sensations.
“God, your pussy is so tight. You’re perfect,” he growled. “The perfect woman.”
He fucked me harder, hitting my g-spot over and over again while he slid in and out of me. I moaned and twitched, gripping the sheets hard. “Just like that. Just like that,” I whispered breathlessly. I could feel a second climax coming fast.
He lifted me up until I was very nearly upside down, my head still resting on the bed, but my body pointing up to the ceiling. It made perfect sense to me, working with gravity to push his seed as deep inside me as possible. The thought of Chase so turned on and determined to pump his come into me was so fucking hot. There was something primal to his desire, something instinctual. He needed to carry on his legacy, and I was the precious key to making his dream come true. He had chosen me, out of every woman in the world, to carry his child.
I alone was worthy.
Chase slammed into me again and again while I moaned incoherently, losing myself to the tidal waves of bliss. He had never been this deep inside me before. This was a totally new position to me, and it felt as though he might strike against my cervix or something at any moment. His cock was so huge I thought he might split me in two. I almost hoped he would.
“Oh God,” I gasped as I came again.
“Good girl,” Chase mumbled, his voice rough. “Very good.”
His rhythm became more and more erratic as he fucked me, and somewhere in my mind I couldn’t help but contrast this version of Chase-- raw, forceful, unrestrained-- with the sweet, doting Chase who gently washed my hair for me in the shower. Both versions of h
im were amazing, and I counted my lucky stars to be the girl who got to meet them. God, I was so lucky. Suddenly, I was desperate for him to come inside me, fill me up with his precious seed. I wanted to give him what he needed. A baby.
“Come inside me. Please,” I begged. “Give me that sweet come. I want you to put a baby inside me, Chase. Give it to me. I need it, now.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot. So perfect. I’m going to give you what you ask for, Haley,” he growled. I could feel my pussy clenching and shuddering around his cock, squeezing him tight, milking him to orgasm. He slammed into me several more times and then groaned, gripping my thighs as he released a thick stream of seed inside me. I stayed perfectly still, holding my position while he slowly slid out of my pussy. He held me there for a few moments, refusing to let a single drop leak back out. Chase was going to put a baby inside me, and he was not messing around. When my legs began to shake, he finally let me lie back down flat on the bed.
He leaned over and kissed me deeply, stroking the wet hair back from my face. He was gentle, doting, his hands caressing and cradling me. Something about the emotional tenderness of the moment, combined with the fact that we might have just begun creating something beautiful together, brought tears to my eyes. I nuzzled closer to Chase, who held me in his arms, kissing me all over my face. I knew I was getting ahead myself, my heart plunging headfirst into feelings neither of us were ready for. Might never be ready for.
“I have to keep a clear head about this,” I mumbled into his chest. “You have to remind me sometimes that this is all for one goal, one purpose. Okay? Can you promise me you’ll remind me not to get ahead of myself? It’s hard not to fall for you, Chase. I did it once before and I can’t do it again this time.”
He kissed my forehead and hugged me close. “I’ll do my best. Just one year.”
Chapter Seventeen
Chase
I had been gazing at Haley for nearly ten minutes before she looked away from the window of the jet and blushed. I was flying her back to the Peppertree before getting back to some other business of my own, but just being around her was distraction enough to take up every spare second. The more time I spent around her, the more I liked drinking her in with my eyes.
“What?” she asked in a half-giggle.
I only smiled in return, then pressed the intercom button to contact the pilot.
“Lloyd, what’s our ETA to Aspen from here?”
“Two hours, sir.”
“Perfect.”
I turned off the intercom and smiled at Haley, who squirmed in her seat, glancing left and right. “Is there something I’m missing?”
“We have enough time,” I pointed out meaningfully, and her eyes fluttered.
“What, you mean...right here? In here?”
“Nobody’s going to bother us,” I assured her, standing up and walking toward her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt. My sudden, unbridled aggression brought a smile to her lips, but she was still flustered.
“Is that why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”
“I’d do that anyway,” I said as I got closer, tossing my shirt aside. I wore nothing but a tank top undershirt beneath it that showed off every rippling muscle, and I loomed over her as she bit her lip. “Every time you cross my mind, it makes me ready for more.” I tilted my head to the side. “Hesitant?”
She squirmed in her seat, thighs grinding together. “No, I was…” she paused, glancing out the window again for a second. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I rumbled.
She licked her lips, those endless eyes looking me up and down. “I just worry.”
“What’s there to worry about?”
She searched for the words as I held her chin in my hands and lifted her gaze up to me, swiping a thumb over her lip. “What are we going to do after all this? When we’re supposed to go back to normal?”
A wolfish grin crossed my face. “You seemed to be happy to hook up with your ex-boyfriend on a surprise visit a few days ago. I don’t see a reason the same thing can’t happen with your ex-husband.”
The color in her cheeks grew, and she turned away bashfully. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then took her face in both hands and kissed her on the mouth, making her moan softly and relax in my hands.
“We’ll worry about that later,” I growled. “Right now, I want you bent over the coffee table.”
A smile crossed her lips. “That doesn’t sound very businesslike.”
“Actually,” I corrected her as I scooped her out of her seat and picked her up, “I’ve done my homework, and I’m taking you on a tour of every position that’s supposedly best for knocking you up.”
“Ohh, sounds scientific,” she teased lightheartedly as I carried her over to the table that stood at the back of the cabin and sat her down on top of it.
“More like the opinions of some moms on the internet,” I admitted with a wink, “but an excuse is an excuse.”
“You didn’t mention that part of the deal was you got to bend me over any surface you like whenever you want,” she challenged me, her eyes lidded. I loved the little ways she challenged me.
“No,” I admitted, and I grabbed her collar to pull her closer to me. “But you can consider that a bonus.”
Her smirk grew wider, and I leaned in to wipe it off her face with a kiss.
I groped her thigh with my left hand while my right slowly lowered her back down, eventually leaning her too far away to kiss. Once she was on her back, I reached up her skirt to find her underwear, but I felt nothing but bare skin. My hand froze, and a smile grew wide on my face as she looked up at me.
“Not part of the deal, right?” I asked.
“I don’t like getting caught unprepared,” she replied in a breathy whisper, face already blushing.
I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her forward to the edge of the table so that I could get my face between her thighs. As soon as I was close enough to her waiting pussy, I drew in a long breath. The scent of her electrified me. We smelled like each other by now, and knowing that I was leaving my mark on her like that wherever she went made my cock want to dive into her immediately.
Instead, I took my time letting my hot breath wash over her lower lips, and she gripped the end of the table with white knuckles. She tried to push her hips up into me, but I never let them touch my lips until I was ready.
My hands felt her hips and squeezed them, appreciating their shape, their give, their every curve. They were the hips that would bear my child, and everything about them was perfect for me. This woman was deadly poison to me that I wanted to drink every drop of.
When I could hold myself back no longer, I let my tongue out and ran it along the slit of her pussy, from bottom to top. Her taste was sweet and familiar. It made my mouth water and my heart pound faster.
My massive frame wanted nothing more than to ram into her and start fucking, but I held myself back. She was by no means a fragile woman, but she needed a delicate touch.
My wife deserved nothing less, even if she was temporary.
The second time my tongue ran up her and dove deeper, she moved her hands to my head, lacing her fingers through my hair and pressing me as much as she could to her pussy. She wanted so much, so fast, but I took my time.
My tongue explored every inch of her at a slow, meandering pace until she was squirming along with the rhythm, begging me with her hips to give her more.
I got her pussy soaking wet between my tongue and her honey that started wetting my face. Her heady scent grew stronger each time my tongue darted out, and I started to hear soft moaning coming from her.
She was good and ready, but I wanted to drive her all the way before I entered her. I brought my tongue to her clit and hit it with the tip of my tongue, then again, and again, until I had a steady pace going.
Her sighs grew longer as I felt her tensing up. Her breathing was hard, and when I glanced up at
her, I saw her face cherry-red.
My cock was so hard I thought it was going to pop out of my pants, but I kept licking her pussy and driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, as my tongue lavished her clit with attention and lingered on it for nearly half a second with each stroke, I felt her seize up and clench my head with her thighs. She tightened her fingers and tossed her head back, and she brought one hand to her mouth to cover it and muffle the sharp cry as she came, hard.
I wasted no time.
While she was still coming, I stood up and let my cock spring free from my pants.
I pulled her forward and grabbed her hips, flipping her over and bending her over the table just like I promised her I would. Without hesitation, she braced her arms and arched her back to push her ass up at me. Her instincts made me want her all the more.
The next moment, I took hold of her and penetrated her.
The new feeling of this angle was incredible. I felt her tighter than ever on me, and it was even easier to pull her up just the way I wanted and start bucking into her. She was so slick that I would have thought we’d been doing foreplay all afternoon.
I rocked back and forth into her, my heavy, virile balls swinging under us with each thrust. My cock pulsed inside her, and after barely a minute, I felt her insides start to tense up again. She was panting in front of me, and as she started to come again, she desperately grabbed a cloth napkin from the other end of the table and stuffed it in her mouth to keep from screaming at the sensation.
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