by Kelly Favor
He leaned down and in, kissing her lips and forcing his slick, hot tongue inside her mouth, grabbing the back of her head with his hand, wrapping his fingers in her hair. His other hand massaged her breast and then he sunk down and started sucking her nipples the way she’d been longing for him to do.
Faith’s eyes rolled back as the ache that had been building in her breasts was released by his forceful licking and sucking of her erect nipples. The more he licked and sucked, the wetter she became between her legs, and she could feel her center space opening wider and wider.
And as he continued sucking, his hands moved down and unzipped her jeans and then delicately removed them, the process happening so easily that it didn’t even seem strange when suddenly she was simply naked but for her panties.
“I can smell your pussy,” Chase told her, as he kissed and nibbled her left nipple. And his hand reached down, rubbing the folds of her pussy through the soaking wet panties. “Damn, you’re really wet, too. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”
She inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more than for Chase Winters to enter her, and yet she was afraid, too, for so many reasons.
Faith glanced down, taking in his muscular shoulders and those tattoos, his body looking like some powerful CGI cartoon of a super hero come to life. And here he was, wrapping that body around hers, his muscles shifting, flexing as he touched her all over.
“I want it,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she spoke the words.
“Are you sure?” Chase asked, kissing down to her stomach. His large hands pushed her legs apart as he made room for his broad shoulders.
Now his face was in line with her pussy, and he leaned in as her legs slid on top of his shoulders, her feet hanging over his back. He slid closer still, and his tongue arched out of his mouth and licked her panties in a vertical line, up and down.
She cried out. It felt just as though he’d licked her bare pussy.
Nobody had ever done that. Felix hadn’t been interested, and the couple of other guys she’d messed around with had only wanted her to suck them off, as if it was too much trouble to bother pleasuring her.
Clearly, Chase didn’t feel the same. He seemed to genuinely like touching her, sucking her, licking her.
Faith’s stomach shivered uncontrollably, all of her body was trembling with the urge to come, to give in to the onrushing feeling of release, her body thriving with the knowledge that she was in the hands of a master.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she moaned, as she was beginning to climax and he hadn’t even licked her again yet.
But then he did lick her once more, still over the panties, and she came anyway, her entire body went rigid as she felt the most spectacular orgasm she could ever have imagined. It was a full-body-climax, and it took her over completely.
As she climaxed, Chase pulled her panties aside and began licking her folds, sucking on her bare pussy lips as she cried out so loudly that her throat was raw from it.
“Holy shit,” she said, as the trembling in her body was continuing, and with Chase licking and sucking her, she was about to go off again.
It was a little terrifying, really, how much control she’d lost of her own body. Everything felt too loose, too shaky, and she was dizzy with the attraction and excitement.
Watching Chase’s lips come into contact with her slick, wet and open slit was getting her so turned on again that…
She cried out, another intense orgasm exploding inside her body, wracking her with pleasure that was overwhelming.
Chase seemed to get even more enthusiastic with his tongue as she came, and Faith could feel her juices spilling out from all of the gratification her body was receiving.
He was alternately sucking her pussy and then flicking and licking her clit with his tongue, massaging it with agility and dexterity. His large, experienced hands moved up and down her legs, sometimes grabbing her bare buttocks and pulling her towards him, other times sliding his hands around to her thighs and pushing her legs further apart, opening her that much wider.
Faith couldn’t stop watching him work. He was focused, intent, and thoroughly gorgeous, seemingly determined to deliver maximum pleasure for every second he was attending to her.
It was as though Chase Winters applied the same ethic to sex as he did to playing professional football. He was working her, manipulating her body, reading her subtle--and not so subtle--cues and then changing, reacting, improving with each moment he spent attuning himself to her desires.
Faith’s entire body was now bathed in sweat, dripping with it. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, her butt was sliding on the table from all of it. And it was so hot, so sexy that she couldn’t wrap her mind around it.
“I’m going to come again,” she said, her voice shaking as her body began vibrating and then she was lost, floating, out of her body and in it all at once.
When she came back, she was laughing slightly at the insanity of it all.
Meanwhile, he’d taken her panties in one hand and slid them down her legs and off her feet in one fluid motion.
Chase finally stood up now, as he stepped out of his shoes and pants, his enormous cock pointing straight up in the air with that proud arch, like it was saluting. He walked forward and grabbed hold of his member and pointed it down so that it was even with her entrance.
And then he began massaging the outer folds of her bare pussy with the swollen head of his cock.
She was nervous, really nervous about his size, but the minute he rubbed the head against her pussy, Faith stopped being afraid. However good his tongue had felt, this was about a hundred times more intense.
“Oh my…oh…oh wow….” She put her hands flat on the table at her sides to prop herself up in a sitting position as she watched Chase continuing to rub her dripping slit, pressing in and out, but only just the tip of him.
Each time he exerted pressure on her pussy, it was like pure heaven, pure ecstasy, nothing even came close to it.
How could it feel so good? She wondered, as he slid in just a little bit further now.
She’d had sex with only Felix—the others had all just been kissing, oral, heavy petting, that sort of stuff. And there hadn’t been many others if you totaled them all up.
It was less than a handful of previous suitors.
But what Chase was doing to her felt like she’d never even been with a man before now. It was like she’d thought she’d been playing tennis and then someone had come along and shown her that really she’d been playing tiddlywinks the entire time.
How was it possible to have been so ignorant of true pleasure?
Chase was teaching her, she realized, whether he knew it or not. He was showing her something that she would never have known existed, if not for him.
Was there another man on earth who could do these things? She wondered. Probably not. Certainly not many who had his looks, his physique, his endurance and skill.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, as he continued sliding his thick root further into her. “Suck me in there, baby. Suck my fucking cock into you.”
Faith liked hearing him talk dirty like that.
Even more, Faith liked watching him as he went inside of her. And it felt good, even as big as he was. There was tremendous pressure, stretching, and even some pain—but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. It was good pain, if that made sense. It was hot, it was wet, it was intense and highly charged, dangerous.
She liked it.
No, she loved it.
“Go all the way in,” she moaned.
“You can’t take me all the way in yet,” he said.
But she could tell that he wanted to go in, could feel his need as he coaxed her body into relaxing more and more, so that she would accept his size and girth.
“I can,” she whispered, licking her lips, grabbing his hips and pulling him towards her. He was immovable, though, like a tree trunk deeply sunk into the ground.
“Not yet,” he growled, but she sens
ed his resolve weakening.
“Don’t you want to fuck me all the way?” she asked, and then she lay on her back on the table, just lifting her head enough to meet his gaze.
“You’re crazy,” he said, but his eyes were lit up now with his own excitement.
“All the way inside me,” she sighed. “And I’m so wet for you.”
Chase seemed to consider her words just for a brief moment, and then he grabbed her hips firmly with his powerful hands, locking onto her, clamping down, and he swiveled his hips once, and it was so strong a maneuver that his cock slid right inside.
She felt split open, and there was a lot of pain for just a second, but she didn’t cry out. No. She couldn’t show that it had hurt, because she’d begged for it, asked for it, and she wanted it.
Now he was in all the way, and the pain receded, and was replaced by the most intense, fulfilling pleasure of her life.
“Damn baby, I’m deep inside you.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it either.
“Please fuck me, please,” she gasped. “I need it.”
“You do need it,” he agreed, swiveling his hips again, but more slowly this time. His hands were now free to roam, sliding up her hips and stomach and to her breasts, where he squeezed her nipples.
Meanwhile, their bodies became more and more lubricated, and Chase started sliding out a bit, slowly at first but then working up to a faster pace.
He was pumping his powerful hips into her, and each time the legs of the table squeaked against the hardwood floor. The table was actually moving with the force of it.
And each time he thrust, Faith felt a jolt of tremendous sensitivity that was like a rush, a high she’d never had before. Her belly was full of butterflies, her heart was beating so fast, and she was wet, and now she was coming again too.
Her body cascaded in a series of moans that came unbidden from her lips.
“Shit, that’s wet,” he drawled, concentrating deeply as Faith’s body was wracked with another climax.
“Oh my God,” she yelled.
“I’m gonna come too,” he said, and then he was on top of her, his body weight collapsing down, but he stopped himself from landing too heavily on her, his biceps shuddering and flexing as he caught himself.
With a few powerful thrusts his eyes closed and then he pulled out and his semen spurted all over her stomach and chest, in a few gushes, and it was hot and sticky and amazing.
She loved the way it felt. She wished she’d known enough to take him into her mouth and taste it all.
Chase grabbed hold of his cock and shook it, and small drops of his cum splattered the floor. “Damn,” he said, shuddering. “Holy crap.” He blinked a few times and then backed away from her. “Let me get you a…something to clean up with.”
He walked away and into the kitchen, as Faith sat up on the table, feeling like she was only just coming out of a fog. Or like she’d just done an illegal drug and the high was wearing off now.
What am I doing here? How did I end up like this?
She looked down at her body and saw sweat, red marks, and splotches of Chase’s seed dripping down her breasts and stomach.
Faith was certain that she should feel disgusted with herself in this moment, but instead, she was shocked to find that wasn’t the case.
Then what do I feel?
Instantly, she knew.
Turned on. I still want him. I want him right now, again.
He emerged with a small dishcloth and a little grin playing on his face. “Uh…this was the best I could do on short notice.” He handed it to her and she used it to wipe off most of the offending fluids from her torso.
“Would you mind if I took, like, a super quick shower?”
“No, I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “C’mere, I’ll even show you where it is.”
“What a gentleman,” Faith said, rolling her eyes as he led her down the hallway to what must have been a guest bathroom. It was small, but there was a shower and it would do just fine.
“I’ll be out in like five minutes,” she said. “I promise.”
“Take your time,” Chase assured her. “I’ll actually jump in the shower upstairs and then meet you down here when I’m done. ”
“Thanks.”
“There’s towels and stuff in there,” he said. “My agent made sure the place is all good to do.”
Faith had to laugh. His agent had made sure the bathroom had towels and toiletries. Well, why not?
Chase Winters was a star. Chase Winters got whatever he wanted.
And as it turned out, whatever Chase wanted had now come to include her.
He wanted me and he got me. The question is if he’ll want me anymore, now that he’s had me.
Faith didn’t take long in the shower. Already her mind was racing, running through scenarios, probabilities, and none of them were good.
All she could think about, when she closed her eyes, was him.
The feel of his skin.
The taste of his mouth.
The feel of his body, his power, his cock inside of her.
Even as she showered, she was getting excited again, her nipples hardening, her pussy beginning to ache with need.
If Chase Winters was a drug, she was hooked. One time and she was already addicted.
Minutes later, she got out of the shower, toweled off and dressed. When she came back out of the bathroom, Chase was waiting for her in the living area, wearing track pants and a tank top.
She stopped dead in her tracks at how unbelievably hot he was.
He was still stunning, even more stunning now that she’d been intimate with him.
“What’s wrong with you?” he laughed, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh, nothing. I just…I thought I forgot something,” she lied.
“Leave the stove burner on at home?” Chase goofed.
“No,” she said, rolling her eyes again.
“Oh, well, maybe you forgot this, then.” He held out his hand toward her and revealed a gleaming cell phone.
“What’s that?”
“That’s your damn phone, girl.” He laughed, like he couldn’t believe how crazy she really was.
“That’s not my phone,” she replied, walking slowly forward.
“It is now. Catch.” He flipped it towards her with an easy snap of his wrist, and it flew through the air, end over end.
Faith caught it, but just barely. “Hey!” she said. “I almost dropped that!”
“Nice hands,” Chase replied, winking.
She couldn’t be bothered to tell him how irresponsible it was to throw an expensive new phone like that. She was too busy examining it, turning it over in her hands. “This is seriously my phone now? What do I do to get it turned on?”
“You, uh, turn it on.” Chase came over and hit the button on the center of the cell phone and the screen lit up.
“Oh. Now I feel dumb.”
When the screen powered up, Faith pulled up the contacts list and it was totally populated already. “Wait a second,” she said. “How did all of my stuff get transferred over already?”
Chase shrugged, turned away from her. “Not my area of expertise, baby. Something to do with the cloud or some shit. Point is, you’re good to go now.”
Faith was still staring incredulously at the brand new state-of-the-art phone that he’d just given her.
Chase Winters just gave me a phone.
Or is it payment for services rendered? She wondered, an uneasy feeling rippling through her belly.
“I don’t know if I can accept this, Chase,” she said, realizing she hadn’t used his name much, if ever, until now.
Chase had grabbed a football from somewhere and was tossing it straight up in the air and then catching it again, palming it in one hand, doing things that made it look like an extension of his body. “You can,” he said. “You already did.”
“Well, I might need to give it back.”
“That’s just dumb.”
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p; She frowned. “Don’t call me dumb.”
“Then don’t say ridiculous shit to me, girl.”
I can’t believe it. He’s trying to pay me for sex. This phone is just his way of saying thanks for a good time and have a nice life.
“I’m not some dumb girl,” she said, her voice rising as she glared at him.
Chase was about to toss the football up in the air again, but he stopped in mid-motion and looked at her. Those dark eyes of his had grown hard and flat now.
“I never said you were a dumb girl,” he told her. His jaw shifted side to side as he regarded her coldly. “And now I think you should go.”
“Fine.” She wanted to cry or yell or scream.
But mostly, she just wanted him to fuck her again. And that was the worst part of all, she realized as she walked past him.
“The limo’s out front,” he said, as if he’d known in advance that this was the direction things would take. Perhaps he’d read her the same way he read defenses, knowing player tendencies, anticipating where people would go before they knew it themselves.
“Lovely,” she retorted, her voice shaking with rage and humiliation. “Thanks for a great night, Chase,” she called out sarcastically, as she opened the front door, seeing him still standing there out of the corner of her eye.
He was holding the football in one hand, and as she began to exit, she saw him toss it lightly up and catch it again, just another catch of millions.
And then she was outside, and alone, and the limo was waiting to take her home.
It was shameful, but she cried all the way back.
If the driver thought it strange, he didn’t show it.
Probably, Faith thought, this was just the norm with Chase Winters and perhaps other powerful men this driver had worked for. They had plenty of women back to their homes and then wanted to get rid of them when the deed was done.
The driver had to deal with the crying and hysterics so the men didn’t have to.
By the time they pulled up to her apartment complex, she was calming down, although her eyes were swollen and her nose raw from rubbing at it.
Faith thanked the driver, apologized for crying, and then got out and went inside.