Can't Take the Heat
Can't Take the Heat
Chapter 9
Chapter Wordcount: 642
One hand kneaded softly while his soft, oh so perfect lips wrapped around the opposite nipple.
She moaned as his tongue made lazy circles, arching her back, forcing herself deeper into that wet heaven and held his head to her chest.
Her legs wrapped themselves around his and she ground into the bulge in his jeans. He moaned at the friction.
She pulled him away from her to once again bring him into a crushing kiss.
The heat was definitely taking control now and all she wanted was to feel him.
All she wanted was him inside her.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, finally just breaking the buckle in frustration.
“Hey! That was my favorite belt.”
She arched her eyebrow, before plunging her hand into his loosened jeans and finding her prize.
His eyes rolled back in his head, “Oh god, forget…shit, forget the belt,” he whispered as she grinned at him.
She wrapped her hand around the thick heat and stroked slowly, letting her thumb graze over the tip of his head, smearing the pre-cum that had already accumulated.
He moaned as his own hands made quick work of her jeans, roughly yanking them down off her hips.
She smiled and tilted her hips up so he could finish removing her pants, bringing her wet fingers to her mouth and sucking the taste of him off, moaning in pleasure.
Good fucking lord.
He stared and swallowed hard. She was so perfect lying there, naked, waiting for him.
He leaned over her, kissing her, as she ground against the rough denim, her hands fought against it, pushing it down his hips and he kicked it off, lowering himself over her pressing her chest into his, the feel of skin on skin making everything else more intense.
“Rayce,” he growled.
She shushed him as she pulled one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked before letting it go with a grin.
He just smiled at her before kissing her hard.
She moaned, feeling him resting heavily against her thigh.
“Chase…please…” she begged.
He was panting hard and took a deep breath before entering her slowly.
Her heat threatened to consume his entire soul.
She was so tight, so utterly perfect he wondered if he wasn’t going to die right then and there.
She arched her back, throwing her head back and moaned at the sudden full feeling, god he felt good.
He stayed still inside her, almost afraid of moving until he met her eyes and saw the same primal hunger that was quickly burning through his own body.
He began to thrust into her welcoming wet body, slow and strong at first, making her cry out with each move.
He was breathing hard through his nose when she pulled him into another kiss; nothing mattered anymore, just satisfying the urge.
He sped up his thrusts, hard and fast, over and over, pounding into her body, making her breasts bob with each savage move.
She purred deep in her throat, consumed with the bliss.
He moved quicker and harder, pushing her into the seat and she just moaned and took it all.
And asked for more.
Her legs were wrapped around his back and she met every feral thrust with her own, grinding herself against him, bringing herself closer to that wonderful goddamned edge.
Finally feeling her starting to tighten around him instincts took over and her let his body move within her with such force he was surprised he didn’t hurt her.
She just begged for more.
His body felt like he was struck with lightning and he unconsciously bit down on the side of her neck as he pounded into her savagely, viciously pulling his own release from his body, feeling her convulse around him as she moaned loud enough he wondered if they could hear her at headquarters.
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Chapter 9
Chapter Wordcount: 642
One hand kneaded softly while his soft, oh so perfect lips wrapped around the opposite nipple.
She moaned as his tongue made lazy circles, arching her back, forcing herself deeper into that wet heaven and held his head to her chest.
Her legs wrapped themselves around his and she ground into the bulge in his jeans. He moaned at the friction.
She pulled him away from her to once again bring him into a crushing kiss.
The heat was definitely taking control now and all she wanted was to feel him.
All she wanted was him inside her.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, finally just breaking the buckle in frustration.
“Hey! That was my favorite belt.”
She arched her eyebrow, before plunging her hand into his loosened jeans and finding her prize.
His eyes rolled back in his head, “Oh god, forget…shit, forget the belt,” he whispered as she grinned at him.
She wrapped her hand around the thick heat and stroked slowly, letting her thumb graze over the tip of his head, smearing the pre-cum that had already accumulated.
He moaned as his own hands made quick work of her jeans, roughly yanking them down off her hips.
She smiled and tilted her hips up so he could finish removing her pants, bringing her wet fingers to her mouth and sucking the taste of him off, moaning in pleasure.
Good fucking lord.
He stared and swallowed hard. She was so perfect lying there, naked, waiting for him.
He leaned over her, kissing her, as she ground against the rough denim, her hands fought against it, pushing it down his hips and he kicked it off, lowering himself over her pressing her chest into his, the feel of skin on skin making everything else more intense.
“Rayce,” he growled.
She shushed him as she pulled one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked before letting it go with a grin.
He just smiled at her before kissing her hard.
She moaned, feeling him resting heavily against her thigh.
“Chase…please…” she begged.
He was panting hard and took a deep breath before entering her slowly.
Her heat threatened to consume his entire soul.
She was so tight, so utterly perfect he wondered if he wasn’t going to die right then and there.
She arched her back, throwing her head back and moaned at the sudden full feeling, god he felt good.
He stayed still inside her, almost afraid of moving until he met her eyes and saw the same primal hunger that was quickly burning through his own body.
He began to thrust into her welcoming wet body, slow and strong at first, making her cry out with each move.
He was breathing hard through his nose when she pulled him into another kiss; nothing mattered anymore, just satisfying the urge.
He sped up his thrusts, hard and fast, over and over, pounding into her body, making her breasts bob with each savage move.
She purred deep in her throat, consumed with the bliss.
He moved quicker and harder, pushing her into the seat and she just moaned and took it all.
And asked for more.
Her legs were wrapped around his back and she met every feral thrust with her own, grinding herself against him, bringing herself closer to that wonderful goddamned edge.
Finally feeling her starting to tighten around him instincts took over and her let his body move within her with such force he was surprised he didn’t hurt her.
She just begged for more.
His body felt like he was struck with lightning and he unconsciously bit down on the side of her neck as he pounded into her savagely, viciously pulling his own release from his body, feeling her convulse around him as she moaned loud enough he wondered if they could hear her at headquarters.
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