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He fucked me then. And I felt like we understood each other. I felt like he was getting lost in me, too. We just needed release, ya know?
Chapter Four
When I say that Chaos fucked me, I don’t want it to sound like he was rough or out of control. I did feel like he owned me at that moment. Not that a girl wants to be ‘owned’ per se. But I needed to feel like things were out of my hands, like someone was just...taking me where I needed to go. And he did that.
He was a man making me feel like a woman, if that makes sense. I mean, I’ve had sex more times than I can count, but never had I felt so feminine.
I remember the minute he entered me. He had lifted me, like I said, and somehow he turned around with his back to the wall and let me down slowly, oh so slowly, until I rested just above his tool. He pried his mouth from mine and told me, “I’d like to get lost in you, too. Just for a bit.”
His gaze was so intense, I remember thinking that I couldn’t refuse him. I leaned forward, kissed him again and thought please .
Yes, it was a please. Please because it seemed so sweet when he said that. Please because, at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with him, to complete the act. And please because getting lost seemed like the only way to go.
I didn’t think about it until later, that he was asking me for permission there. Chaos had respect for me, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. Maybe his mama just taught him right. I don’t know. Or maybe it’s the whole ‘respect a bitch’ thing. Whatever, there was a wonder of sweetness that I felt right then. Maybe my heart was melting for him. I dunno.
Slow and easy, I felt myself ride down onto him, felt him groan into my mouth at the warm, all encompassing feel of my muscles surrounding his. It felt good, and right...and a little desperate all of a sudden.
Within seconds, I had my back in the corner behind the door, and he was thrusting up into me, fast and furious, tongue doing the lambada with mine.
So that didn’t take long.
But he didn’t dump me fast, like I thought he would. You know, after he got off. No. He surprised me. With the last pump he held me tight, let me squeeze him back until I came. I don’t know when our tongues had come undone, or the kisses stopped. I just remember his nose buried against my neck, and mine against his--holding on.
Feeling complete.
Gaia knows how long we stood like that. And that’s a testament to the man’s hard body...not just because he had me impaled on his shaft, but because his arms were rock-straps that didn’t tremble at the weight of me. And, like I said, I was no real lightweight.
He surprised me by whispering, “You okay?”
Maybe because I was trembling?
I chuckled, licked my lips, felt a little embarrassed. In his ear, I whispered, “That’s a matter of opinion. What do you think?”
Chaos helped me to my feet. It was a slow-sliding experiment in how sensitized every inch of your body can be. The hair on his legs prickled against my legs--that seemed to be wrapped around him still. He kissed me sweet one more time, then said, “I think...I don’t want to let you go.”
And he didn’t. His fingers skimmed my waist and crept behind me to clutch at my ass. Pulling me against him, again, he kissed me one more time, hard, for good measure.
I was swooning.
Who would have thought Mr. Holy Shit, who could take anything he wanted, had this savoir-faire behind the scenes? No wonder the ladies lined up. I mean, he comes across a little rough, with his homey goons and all that. I never could have guessed Chaos had a tender side.
He jerked a little, probably at reading my thoughts, and his voice sounded gruff when he suggested, “Want to take a
He fucked me then. And I felt like we understood each other. I felt like he was getting lost in me, too. We just needed release, ya know?
Chapter Four
When I say that Chaos fucked me, I don’t want it to sound like he was rough or out of control. I did feel like he owned me at that moment. Not that a girl wants to be ‘owned’ per se. But I needed to feel like things were out of my hands, like someone was just...taking me where I needed to go. And he did that.
He was a man making me feel like a woman, if that makes sense. I mean, I’ve had sex more times than I can count, but never had I felt so feminine.
I remember the minute he entered me. He had lifted me, like I said, and somehow he turned around with his back to the wall and let me down slowly, oh so slowly, until I rested just above his tool. He pried his mouth from mine and told me, “I’d like to get lost in you, too. Just for a bit.”
His gaze was so intense, I remember thinking that I couldn’t refuse him. I leaned forward, kissed him again and thought please .
Yes, it was a please. Please because it seemed so sweet when he said that. Please because, at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with him, to complete the act. And please because getting lost seemed like the only way to go.
I didn’t think about it until later, that he was asking me for permission there. Chaos had respect for me, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. Maybe his mama just taught him right. I don’t know. Or maybe it’s the whole ‘respect a bitch’ thing. Whatever, there was a wonder of sweetness that I felt right then. Maybe my heart was melting for him. I dunno.
Slow and easy, I felt myself ride down onto him, felt him groan into my mouth at the warm, all encompassing feel of my muscles surrounding his. It felt good, and right...and a little desperate all of a sudden.
Within seconds, I had my back in the corner behind the door, and he was thrusting up into me, fast and furious, tongue doing the lambada with mine.
So that didn’t take long.
But he didn’t dump me fast, like I thought he would. You know, after he got off. No. He surprised me. With the last pump he held me tight, let me squeeze him back until I came. I don’t know when our tongues had come undone, or the kisses stopped. I just remember his nose buried against my neck, and mine against his--holding on.
Feeling complete.
Gaia knows how long we stood like that. And that’s a testament to the man’s hard body...not just because he had me impaled on his shaft, but because his arms were rock-straps that didn’t tremble at the weight of me. And, like I said, I was no real lightweight.
He surprised me by whispering, “You okay?”
Maybe because I was trembling?
I chuckled, licked my lips, felt a little embarrassed. In his ear, I whispered, “That’s a matter of opinion. What do you think?”
Chaos helped me to my feet. It was a slow-sliding experiment in how sensitized every inch of your body can be. The hair on his legs prickled against my legs--that seemed to be wrapped around him still. He kissed me sweet one more time, then said, “I think...I don’t want to let you go.”
And he didn’t. His fingers skimmed my waist and crept behind me to clutch at my ass. Pulling me against him, again, he kissed me one more time, hard, for good measure.
I was swooning.
Who would have thought Mr. Holy Shit, who could take anything he wanted, had this savoir-faire behind the scenes? No wonder the ladies lined up. I mean, he comes across a little rough, with his homey goons and all that. I never could have guessed Chaos had a tender side.
He jerked a little, probably at reading my thoughts, and his voice sounded gruff when he suggested, “Want to take a
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