“I’d be a fool to turn down an invitation like that.” Chase slid off the couch, taking her with him.
“This isn’t what I meant,” she cried out, but her laughter made it too hard to fight him.
Chase pushed her to the floor, then knelt at her feet, or alongside her legs, and peeled her jeans down her legs.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, pausing for a moment when her jeans were at her knees. She was shaved, her skin smooth without a tan line or anything to distract him from the sweet view that appeared before him.
“I’m not going to lie here naked with you dressed,” she griped, coming up in a perfect sit-up that showed off her tummy muscles as she leaned forward and grabbed her jeans.
When she kicked them off her, the only thing left on her was her tube top, which was twisted into a belt around her waist. Ashley came up to her knees and grabbed his jeans at his waist. Chase stood, helping her out, and shoved them, along with his boxers, down his legs and stepped out of them. He doubted she realized she was on her knees once again, before him. Her lips turned into that pouty circle he was growing to love on her as she stared at his cock.
Chase wouldn’t profess to being the largest guy out there, but he knew his dick was decent. The look Ashley gave it, though, made him feel she thought he was the best she’d ever seen.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, and dragged her fingers down the length of his shaft.
Chase hissed in a breath, determined not to move and to allow her all the time in the world to get to know him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had knelt before him like this, other than one he’d paid. But Ashley remained on her knees, all declarations of being in charge and not submitting vanished, as she ran her index finger over the swollen tip of his cock. When she wrapped her fingers around him, and brought him to her mouth, Chase was positive he’d pass out from lack of blood in his brain, or explode in her mouth.
“Fucking crap,” he growled, grabbing her head and holding her firmly with both hands, partially to keep himself balanced, and partially to prevent her from stopping. “God-damn, Ash,” he hissed, using every bit of strength he had not to thrust his cock down her throat.
Ashley hummed, lapping her tongue around him and then stretching her lips, enclosing them around him. Her mouth was paradise, moist heat dragging him deeper as she teased him with her tongue. She glanced up at him through long, thick lashes and sucked more of him in until he wondered where the brazen, determined-to-be-dominating woman had gone.
Ashley had skills, and damn good ones. He’d be the last to mention that, for a strong-willed lady, her submissive side was equally hot. He was moving, slowly fucking her mouth, before he realized he’d taken over the act. And still she sucked and licked, taking what he offered and moaning delightfully.
It was easily the best blow job he’d ever had in his life. And probably because it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Her hair streamed past her shoulders and her slender back curved into round hips he couldn’t wait to hold on to when he fucked her. Her breasts swelled into perfect, round mounds, her nipples brushing against her legs as she moved slightly with his rhythm. But when she moved her hands, cupping his balls as she sucked, his world about exploded in front of him.
“Crap, Ashley!” Chase yanked her to her feet, grabbing her under her arms and lifting her so fast her gaze was still very fogged over when she stared at him. Her mouth was swollen and wet, her lips parted. She was so fucking hot, more than he ever imagined her being. “I need inside you,” he growled.
“Not until you return the favor,” she whispered, her voice rough, her green eyes smoky with lust.
Her words surprised him, not that he minded her suggestion at all. But as completely submissive as she’d become for him, that she still had it in her to administer a command somehow impressed the hell out of him. He was more than eager to fulfill her wish.
Lifting her into his arms, he gripped her bare ass as she wrapped her legs around him. Chase turned to her bedroom, moving into the dark room with his cock pressed against her warm flesh. Her smoothly shaven pussy was soaked. It made him swell and throb even more knowing that giving him head turned her on.
Chase let go of Ashley and she started to crawl across the bed. He grabbed her tube top, liking how it made a convenient “leash” although he’d be damned if he’d tell her that.
“I don’t want you that far from me,” he informed her.
“I want the lamp on. I want to watch.” She grabbed her tube top, pulling it over her shoulders, and then left him holding it when she turned, giving him one hell of an ass shot as she reached and flipped on the lamp on the far side of her bed.
Chase was on her bed, grabbing her hips, before she could turn around.
“Oh no, mister!” she howled, flipping on to her back and wiggling, trying to get him to let her go.
Chase came down on top of her, smashing her large breasts against his chest, and seized her mouth, devouring her with a hungry growl until she relaxed underneath him. He was quickly learning her feistiness lasted only as long as he didn’t touch her, or she touched him. But the moment he engaged in any act, she surrendered her cocky nature, willingly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and deepening the kiss.
She wrapped her legs around him, bringing her pussy up and rubbing it along the length of his shaft. Colors ex
ploded in his brain, rendering him incapable of doing a thing other than continuing to feed off the incredible woman who enjoyed torturing him as much as she appeared to love being tortured.
He left her mouth, loving the sound of her groan, as he kissed her soft skin and worked his way to her breasts. Ashley writhed underneath him, rubbing against his body and scraping her nails down his back as he suckled one breast and then the other.
When he moved lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button, she squealed, grabbing his shoulders and bringing her legs up so she could wrap them around his arms. There was strength in her inner thighs and she squeezed, pushing against his shoulders until he obliged and moved lower.
“God, Chase, please,” she begged, pushing hard to get his face exactly where she wanted it. “Now, damn. Please, now,” she cried out, shifting and wiggling underneath him until he breathed in the musky aroma of her soaked pussy.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he told her, kissing her inner thigh. “You’re going to have everything you want. I promise.”
“Now,” she hissed, her tone turning bossy once again.