Chapter Eight

Jordan

If Chastity thought she could handle me, I had no intention of trying to dissuade her from trying. Of course, I had no intention of backing down, either. Her sweet little body had been on my mind since we’d fucked in her hotel room. And the idea of christening her brand new condo was hot as hell. The blood was already rushing to my cock.

My dad would undoubtedly frown upon me sleeping with a client, but I really couldn’t care less what he thought about it. Screw him. If he didn’t know, it wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, I had a feeling it might actually help seal the deal and get us the contract. Two wins. One for him, and one very big one for me.

Her apartment was empty, which made it hard. But the floor was carpeted and brand spanking new, and near the kitchen was the start of an island. Ideas swirled in my head about all the ways I could fuck her brains out. Chastity’s hands were already lifting at my shirt, yanking at it as if she couldn’t stop herself. I helped her, lifting my hands overhead as she pulled it off of me. The work-shirt went flying and landed in a heap on the floor. Chastity’s hands are all over my chest, running those sharp talons of hers against my flesh.

“Fuck me, Jordan,” she whispered, as she lowered her head, dotting kisses along my chest.

My dick pulsed in my jeans, and Chastity’s hand fell upon it, stroking it through my pants. I pulled her hand away.

“Follow me,” I commanded.

She obeyed, letting me lead her over to the kitchen island. It was the perfect height to bend her over, and I had every intention of doing that very thing. Nothing quite like seeing her tight, sexy ass in the air while I pounded her from behind. But for the moment I pressed her against it, lifting her lacy shirt over her head, exposing her perky breasts overflowing from a white bra.

“Do you have a condom?” she groaned, pressing her tits into me.

I did. I pulled one from my wallet, ripping it open with my teeth before handing it to her.

“Put it on me,” I told her.

I fumbled with my pants, unzipping them as fast as I could. I needed to be buried inside of her, filling up her cunt with my engorged dick. No foreplay needed, I just wanted to fuck. And from the look – and sound – of it, that was all Chastity wanted too.

My pants fell down to the floor, and I kicked my shoes off.

Chastity’s hands gripped my cock, giving it a firm stroke or two with a look of absolute desire in her eyes. She slipped the rubber over the tip of my prick before slowly and seductively unrolling it down my shaft. I felt my rod throbbing in her small, delicate hands, the blood rushing through. As she tightened her grip, my pulse raced and I desperately needed to be inside her.

I pulled the buttons of her slacks, unfastening them quickly. My hunger for her growing by the second, I yanked them down her hips and pushed them down her legs. Chastity kicked them off, sending the pants sliding across the bare floor. She stood there in her bra and panties, looking at me. She licked her lips in anticipation of what I was about to do to her. I stepped forward, pinning her tight little body between me and the counter as I slipped her panties off, exposing the soft flesh between her legs.

With my cock pulsing and begging to be inside her tight, wet little hole, I lifted Chastity up onto the island. She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as she wrapped her legs around me. Our kiss was intense, filled with need, as I pressed myself into her hard. Chastity reached down and took hold of my cock, squeezing it as tight as she could and guided me between those warm, moist lips between her thighs.

The head of my dick slipped between the velvety folds, her body welcoming me, spreading open wide as I penetrated her. Chastity groaned, biting my lip as I drove my cock deeper inside, filling her up completely. Her pussy tightened down around my cock, drawing a throaty gasp from me.

I felt her heat permeating through the rubber as I thrust myself deeper. Chastity’s entire body tensed around me and she dug her heels into my ass, as if to push me deeper inside her. Yes, she wanted this. She wanted to be mine. I obliged her by thrusting my cock hard and fast.

Chastity cried out and her nails were like talons, scratching at the back of my neck as I fucked her. I held onto her tight little ass and pumped my rod deep and hard, making her cry out. Her mouth trembled around mine, and she bit down on my lip hard enough that I tasted the blood.

“Oh God, Jordan,” she muttered, her head falling to my chest. “Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

“You’re such a bad little girl, aren’t you?” I growled.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled, throwing her head back.

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she groaned loud as I buried myself inside her again.

“Oh yes,” she gasped. “Fuck yes, baby.”

“Fuck,” I cried out through clenched teeth, her pussy pulsing wildly around my dick.

It took everything in me to avoid exploding inside her in that moment. Not wanting it to be over so soon, I pulled myself back, slowed down, and tried to think of the least sexy image I could muster. Staring down at her cleavage – her milky white breasts poking out of the push-up bra – only made it harder.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I did the only – and maybe, most horrible thing – I could think of. I called up a mental image of my father and focused on his face. Instead of helping subdue the impending explosion though, it only served to remind me that I shouldn’t be doing this. That I shouldn’t be fucking a client – even if we’d met before, well outside the context of a business relationship.

If he knew that Chastity and I were fucking, my dad would be furious with me. I could almost hear the sound of his voice, reading me the riot act, echoing through my head. I had to keep my relationship with Chastity a secret and this seemed to only heighten the sensations coursing through my body. It was forbidden – which added to the appeal.

I had to pull out of her abruptly in order to keep myself from coming too soon. I stepped back, my face flushed, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, rubbing her body against mine, trying to coax me back inside of her. “Please, Jordan –”

“Bend over,” I barked. “Now.”

A change of position. A breather. That was what I needed. I slowed my breathing and tried to focus on my next move, rather than the sensations coursing through my body. I was going to bend her over the island and fuck her brains out. I was going to fucking pound her pussy and make her come so hard, she wouldn’t know what hit her.

Chastity slid down and bent over the island just as I’d asked her to. She looked over her shoulder at me with her ass up in the air – begging me to take her from behind.

With her legs spread just enough to expose herself, I got a nice view of her pussy, dripping wet, just for me. As much as I wanted to bury my cock deep between those folds again, I knew if I did, it would only be a matter of moments before I lost control again and blew inside of her. I needed a few more seconds to calm myself down, but Chastity was growing impatient. She looked at me, her blue eyes begging for my cock without her saying a word.

Giving her a salacious little grin, I dropped down to my knees behind her and ran the tip of my tongue around her lips. She shuddered and moaned as I tasted her. I licked up all her juices, savoring her sweetness and the way her body shook ever so slightly as I pleasured her with my mouth. Only for a second, just long enough to keep the cum at bay. But also, just enough to keep her hot, riled up and wanting my dick.

This was a woman who was used to being in charge, of running her business her way. She was used to being the one giving the orders. Which was sexy as hell, of course but, if she wanted to be with me, she was going to have to learn to give into me. To give up her own power and let me be the one in control. That was the only way this was going to work. I was the one giving the orders, and Chastity was going to fucking obey them.

Judging by the way her body quivered though, literally begging to be touched, licked and fucked, I’d say I’d succeeded in making that clear.

I stood up and positioned myself behind her, my cock still hard but no longer ready to explode just yet. I pressed it against her ass and she pushed back, rubbing her alabaster skin against me. I took my dick in my hand and held it firmly in place, pressing the tip against her opening. She let out a throaty little moan as her ass shuddered in anticipation.

“So, how bad are you, Chastity?”

“Very,” she said, staring at me from over her shoulder.

She pressed backward, taking the tip of my dick between the folds of her pussy. I placed a hand on her pale, white ass and smacked it lightly. She groaned, her head falling forward.

“Again,” she begged.

I smacked her ass again, a little harder this time as I slowly slid myself into of her. Another loud groan escaped her throat.

“Harder,” she said.

This time, I didn’t just lightly smack her ass, I spanked it, leaving a red mark on her otherwise perfectly pale ass. The noise that came from her was out of this world, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I drove my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I grabbed onto her hips, slamming her ass into me until I was balls deep inside her once more. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I thrust into her, my balls smacking against her clit.

“Jordan!” she cried out as I pounded her. “Fuck yes, baby!”