Chase
Sometimes, I don’t think people can fucking recognize a good thing when they’ve got it, even when it’s currently right there in their fucking hands.
Men do it all too fuckin’ often, if you ask me. They think once they’ve got a woman, she’s theirs forever, no matter what they do.
It’s flawed fucking thinking in my book—and I’m not just saying that because the woman currently cooing, sighing and moaning beneath my strong, practiced fingers is easily the sexiest woman in the goddamn universe.
“You’re amazing at this,” Kara sighs as I rub her shoulder blades beneath my thumbs.
“I just don’t understand how you end up with so many fucking knots in these pretty little muscles of yours,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Does that mean I’m a knotty girl?” Kara asks, giggling.
I grab her throat and dip my lips down to growl in her ear. “It does. And naughty girls get punished.”
I pinch one of her plump, pretty nipples between my fingers and twist it just enough to make her hiss in pleasure before rubbing the last of the knots out of her shoulder.
“There,” I say, kissing her back with the satisfaction of a job well done. “I think we’ve finally worked out all those kinks.”
“Have we?” Kara says, licking her lips and pulling me towards her. “I think I still have a few more kinks I could work out with you.”
Eric walks in at exactly the right moment. Kinky bastard’s dick probably gets hard on instinct, alerts him that Kara’s thinking about chains and whips all the way from the other room.
“I’m game,” he says. Of fucking course he is. “But first—how are you feeling, Kara?”
“Amazing, now that I’ve had a total rub-down,” she says with the most gorgeous fucking smile. “Or…an almost total one…”
Kara bites her lower lip and not-so-subtly points between her legs as she spreads them. I start to drop to my knees in an instant—because Kara is a fucking goddess, and when it comes to worshiping at her altar, I’m always game.
But before I can bury my face in that tight, hot snatch of hers and get myself drunk on Kara’s juices, Eric grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me away.
I nearly fucking bite his arm off like a fucking animal for it, but I fight back the beast for the time being—he’s probably got something important to say.
“You’re still pretty horny, Kara—excuse the observation,” Eric says, standing before her and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do you blame me?” she asks, a flirtatious glint in her eyes. “I mean…having two men like you guys at my beck and call…a girl gets certain ideas.”
“But you’re off the protein shakes,” Eric points out. “Anything feeling different for you now?”
Kara shrugs. “I always thought you two were insanely hot. I bet most women do. I think…I think I’m always going to want you guys. Being off Protein Plus just makes not having your dicks inside me every waking moment of the day a little more bearable…” She looks over at me and winks. “Just, not preferable, by any means.”
I lick my lips and try to go to my knees again. Like, that’s my fucking cue, man.
Kara wants to come? I’ll make her come so hard she can’t think straight. I don’t need a protein shake to warp her mind when my tongue has the exact same effect in a more controlled dosage.
But fucking Eric fucking stops me again.
“And you’re feeling ready for the pageant?” he asks.
“Yeah, definitely,” Kara reassures him. “I’ve got it all figured out, babe—so can you please let Chase go down on me before we both die of longing?”
Eric moves in between her legs in my place, running two fingers along the dark blonde stubble growing on her pussy lips and capturing her lips in a kiss.
Makes me fucking hard just watching it.
Makes me want to steal a kiss of my own.
“You haven’t gotten a wax since we got here, have you?” Eric asks with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Wha—oh. I guess not, no,” Kara admits, trying to grind her clit against his fingers before he pulls them away.
“We need you smooth for the pageant, babe,” Eric tells her.
I know what that means.
I’ve already gone and retrieved the proper equipment from the bathroom by the time Kara reaches the apex of her argument.
“You guys are not shaving me,” she says, crossing her arms over her tits and pouting.
“You either need a full bush or a clean shave,” Eric informs her. “So unless you’re planning on growing a complete lower beard in the next few hours...”
“But…ugh, isn’t it like, weird?”
It’s still fucking cute, her thinking that she can bend us to her will. The only one getting bent in this relationship is her—over the table, the couch, the edge of the bed. Wherever we can fucking get her, really.
“I’m into it,” I say with a shrug. I’ve already got a lather going in the shaving bowl and everything—pretty much any activity that puts me in proximity of Kara’s sweet little cunt is fine by me.
“So am I,” Eric agrees.
“Ugh, fine,” Kara relents. She giggles as Eric picks her up over his shoulder and carries her off to the bathroom.
When he sets her back down, he has her bent over the bathroom sink.
Seeing her like that, all bent over, back arched—her firm, curvy ass stuck up in the air and her pussy free for the taking—makes me even fucking harder than ever.
This girl, man. This gorgeous fucking woman. From this angle, you can really see the effect training has had on Kara since we met her.
When she first came into Power Plus, she was a skinny little thing. She could’ve turned sideways and disappeared. But now, she’s got gorgeous, shapely arms—tight, thick thighs that can lift impressive amounts of weight with a gap between them wide enough that my big, thick cock can easily fill it.
Her tits are perkier than ever, her waist has even more of an hourglass effect, and her whole body has this healthy fucking glow to it.
I feel like we’ve genuinely helped Kara make herself into a woman she can be proud of. A woman who feels good, looks insanely fucking fine, and can eat whatever she wants without worry.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” I ask, lathering up the shaving brush and painting her gorgeous little pussy with the foam.
“I think you’ve mentioned it a time or two,” Kara says back with a sweet little laugh.
Eric starts to smooth Kara’s pubic hair away with a straight razor while I watch her, ready with more lather or a towel if he needs it.
But the whole time, I’m just reminded over and over again how fucking lucky I am to have this girl. How lucky we both are.
I couldn’t take her for granted if I fucking tried.
And what really fucking gets me, I realize, is knowing that other men must have done just that. Taken this amazing fucking woman for granted. Expected her to love them unconditionally, even when they couldn’t love her back the way she fucking needs. The way she deserves.
It pisses me off, the thought of another man mistreating my woman like that. It crosses my mind that I ought to track down every fucking one of her ex-boyfriends and make them pay for ever making her doubt herself or her body—for making her feel like she deserved any less than what she has right now.
But Kara’s got too good of a heart to be okay with that. I know that well enough. Still, it’s a nice little fantasy—beating the shit out of anyone who’s ever hurt this gorgeous, perfect girl. Starting with that asshole Ryan and working my way from there.
“This feels weirdly good,” Kara admits as Eric finishes up the shave job. “I like when you guys take care of me.”
Eric does a good fucking shave. Once we rinse away the extra shaving cream, it’s obvious that her pussy is perfectly fucking smooth for the pageant later.
But for right now…
“What do you think you’re doing?” Eric asks me as I shoulder him out of the way and drop to my knees behind Kara’s gorgeous, hairless cunt.
“I’m hungry, man,” I tell him. “Don’t even fucking try to stop me this time—I’ll take that razor away from you and slit your throat with it if you do.”
“You’re assuming I won’t slit yours first,” Eric says with a laugh. “Fine. One orgasm—but then it’s my turn.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” I say, and then I dive the fuck in.
Once I’ve got my tongue shoved deep in Kara’s delicious cunt, I can finally show her how grateful I am for her forgiveness—and for her passion, her hard work, her beautiful body and her crazy fucking love—in the only way I know how.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come!”
“Damn right you are,” I snarl into her pussy, and after that, it’s just a matter of riding the waves.