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We eventually make it to her apartment upstairs after what feels like takes forever. I’ll say one thing: those fucking steps suck. They’re almost enough to put a damper on my aching cock, but I’m not one to skimp on a decent workout, so I decide to consider it my warm-up. I can fuck all night—what’s a few stairs thrown in, carrying a woman up the entire way? With how she’s been kissing and sucking on my neck, I’d almost consider the trek foreplay at this point.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” she says again, regarding me as if I’ve hung the moon. I’m used to attitude from Chevelle—hostility, even heat—but this wanton, tender gaze she’s shooting me now is something entirely new.

“I had help, it wasn’t all me.”

“But it’s you who came up with this…don’t attempt to deny it. Admit it. You have a soft spot for me, cupcake.” She smirks, and I grumble to myself something not making much sense, cause she’s so fucking cute all happy and turned on.

Rather than egging her further, I pull her shorts and undies free then sit on the edge of the bed. I push her over to the side and position her so that her ass is up, front and center on my lap. The rest of her hangs to the side, her hands on the floor and her head hanging. I have her just where I want her. Flushed and ready for me has her looking beyond stunning.

“So fucking sexy,” I mumble, holding her in place with one hand. My fingers on my free hand trail through her slit, relishing in the wetness. “You’re so ready, sweetie…fucking drenched. You’re craving my cock, huh?”

“Yes,” she confesses. “Are you going to let me up, so I can have it?”

“Not yet. I will when I’m ready.”

“So bossy.”

I shrug, but she can’t see me. Not that it matters, because it’s true. I am bossy, and I don’t care in the slightest bit either. “Mmm...but would I be bossy still if I was to sink my fingers into this pretty pink wet hole and make you feel good?”

“Maybe not quite as bossy, then,” she replies, her tone heavy with her pent-up desire.

One digit trails through her slit and I draw in a breath with anticipation. The wait is always the hardest. I want to bury myself in her and never come up for air. So far, she’s been pretty good with me taking her body when I want it. The first few times she made me work for it, but now all I have to do is stroke her the right way, and she’s damn near purring with need for my cock.

I wonder how she’d feel if I really did keep her? She may be my ol’ lady in the club’s eyes, but we haven’t established anything else between us as far as our relationship goes. I should do that before she has a chance to slip through my fingers. I have a feeling if she were to walk out of my life right now that I’d survive, but I’d damn sure miss her, and that’s something I don’t want to experience.

“Tell me, Chevelle,” I murmur, petting her pussy without pausing. “What do you think this is between us?”

The muscles in her thighs tense, along with her back but she doesn’t tell me to stop touching her. “Aren’t I your ol’ lady?” Her voice is small, almost unsure. My Chevelle has really let her guard down with me today, and I couldn’t be any more pleased with it.

“You are, but do you know what that really means?”

“I have a good idea.” She releases a breath as I push a finger into her heat.

“You’re my property. You belong to me, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

“I’m no one’s property; I’ve already told you this.” She huffs as I draw my finger free.

Rather than inserting it again, I cup my hand and smack her drenched core. The wetness rolls down her thighs, and fuck me, every bit of me wants to bend over and lick it all clean.

“Wrong answer. That mouth is what got you in this situation in the first place. Had you been quiet, I’d have left you alone. Instead, you popped off, and I had to claim you to show you who’s alpha. You craved my cock, and you got every fucking inch of it. Now, I get you in return.”

She snorts, and I smack her pussy again. The air hits her in the right places but with my hand cupped, she gets no real contact, only the skin surrounding her core. It must be so frustrating to seek your pleasure and have it right there yet not be able to reach out and take it. Now she knows how I feel when it comes to her giving in to being my property.

“You can argue with me all you want, but it’s the truth. You’re mine, and I’ll fight back even harder, sweetie. I have the cock, Chevelle. Dick runs this house, not pussy.”

She pants as I smack her core again but offer her no relief.

“You are such an asshole.” She squirms in my lap, her thighs beginning to vibrate with more pent-up desire.

“Never claimed to be anything different.” I straighten my palm and lightly slap her pussy—once, twice, three times in a row. A loud moan breaks free and then pain spikes up my leg as she bites into my calf. Even with the jeans, her sharp teeth clamp down hard enough to cause me to draw in a quick breath.

Her mouth releases and I use my arm in a curl motion to pull her ass closer to my face. “Fuck,” I breathe, my breath blowing over her glistening folds. She’s so fucking turned on and ready for me, it nearly possesses me with want. Leaning forward, I bury my tongue in her core, licking and sucking at her center until she finally breaks and comes over my tongue.

Licking my fill, I rasp, “So sweet, Chevelle. You’re a goddamn peach, ripe and aching to be bitten. I want your come all over my tongue and my cock…I want you everywhere.”

Her hand fumbles to hold onto me, as she wiggles to get to me. She’s still breathing hard, but eventually, I let her crawl over my lap. With eyes wild, hair a mess and so utterly beautiful, I can’t help but gaze at her.

“I love peaches,” she confesses and then plants her lips to mine, sweeping me up in a blistering kiss. Once she’s had her fill of her taste in my mouth, she climbs down off my thighs.

Gazing up at me, her fingers move to my waist, tugging and working on my belt. Easing her struggle, I stand and yank the leather free. She plucks the button and pulls the zipper down. My cock falls forward, heavy with length and girth, finally free from being tucked up against my stomach.

“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, ever felt...ever sucked,” Chevelle admits, and my chest puffs a bit at the immense compliment.

Her small hands take my shaft, one working up and down, while with her other she lightly scores her nails along the tender flesh. Eventually, she stops at my full nuts. She caresses them and then grazes her nails in a motion that has my gut tightening.

“Fuck!” I gasp, ready to surrender my body to her. “You’re good at that.” My gaze meets hers, and I see power reflecting in her irises. She’s the type of woman to let me think that I have all of the control when in reality it’s hers.

“I haven’t even put your cock in my mouth yet.” She licks her lips, and I groan. I’m a cocky fool to have teased her earlier; now it’s her turn to return the sweet torment.

Pushing my length up, she holds it against my groin with one hand and continues her assault on my balls with her other. Leaning forward, she draws one in her mouth and then switches, sucking the other in as well, swirling her tongue as her nails continue to caress the opposite.

“Fuck a damn peach; you’re a goddess, babe.”

She lifts my heavy sac off to the side and her tongue trails just on the underside of them. The action has me searching for something to grab on to. The sensations are insane. No one—and I mean no one—out of the many women I’ve been with have licked me there. Holy shit!

She sits back and swirls her tongue around the tip of my head. “Beg me,” she orders.

I nearly choke at her command. “W-what?” I stumble like a fucking schoolboy.

She runs her finger under my nuts in the same spot she’d been licking and swirls her tongue around the head again. Shit feels so good, I may black out if she keeps it up.

“I said…” She nips at the tip of my cock, and I nearly come right there. “Beg. Me.”

“Put it in your mouth, please?”

“Hmm,” she hums with a tease and repeats the previous action again.

Precum coats the top of my dick in anticipation, and if she’s this good, I’ll say anything she wants to hear. I may just end up blowing my load all over her face if she keeps toying with me, and I’d rather it be inside her somewhere.

She swipes the head, lapping at the precum and scores her nails under my sac. It’s the breaking point for me. “Please baby, please, just put my cock in your mouth or pussy…somewhere. Let me sink into that tight, wet pussy again.”

Her mouth closes over me, and it’s like being touched by a sex god. The woman swirls her tongue over me repeatedly. One hand works the bottom of my shaft side to side, and her other hand continues to pull and caress my balls.

“Holy shit, Chevelle!” My labored breaths speed up. “If you don’t stop, I don’t think I can hold myself back from coming,” I admit, nearly purring from the sensations in my cock. She’s had my dick in her mouth all of two minutes, and I’m ready to explode.

She doesn’t even hesitate at my words, so I grab two handfuls of her hair and sink down as far as she’ll let me go. Each thrust has her gagging, her throat attempting to close around the head of my shaft. Tears trail over her cheeks, but I don’t break my rhythm. There’s no turning back now. The bitch wanted it, well, she’s getting it.

This is her fault, teasing me to the point of bursting; it makes a man nearly uncontrollable. I’m no different. If anything, I have even less control. My testosterone spirals through me, telling me to own every crevice of her flesh with my essence. She’s mine.

One last pump and I’m shooting off. With a mighty roar that echoes through the room, my come coats the back of her throat. My seed’s thick and warm as she swallows everything I offer. She takes control yet offers me submission all at the same time, and it has me nearly falling to my knees to worship at her feet.

Eventually, my throbbing resides, and I release the beautiful woman waiting patiently on her knees. She sits back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. She’s no doubt pleased with her performance. Hell, I am!

“Feeling better?” She hikes a brow.

I yank her to her feet and return her blistering kiss from earlier. There are no words to fully explain to her how I’m feeling at the moment. Overwhelmed would be one of them, sated, insatiable, hungry, yet full. There are so many conflicting thoughts running rampant in my mind to voice them properly.

“Mmm,” she sighs in my mouth as we part. My lips follow the path of her jaw and down over her throat. I nip and suck, not having enough of her taste. “I should do that more often.”

“I won’t mind, I promise.”

Her laugh’s husky with our passion. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, should we see what we can find to eat?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” I promise and yank her shirt free.

“But you just...you can get it back up that quickly?”

My gaze flicks down, and she follows my stare. My cock hasn’t even budged. I may have just come, but you’d never be able to tell by looking at my length. I grab her around the ribs, under her tits and easily toss her onto the bed. Chevelle’s face flushes with surprise, and I hop in after her.