Bless The Beauty - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,20

neck, slowly running to the middle of my chest where he gripped my breasts and massaged them gently.

I moaned into his mouth. His caresses against my lips grew firmer as he took my whimpers and drank them in. The building heat between my thighs brought me closer to him and my body sank against his. His cock grew harder along my stomach and I wiggled in response. He gave my breasts a final fondle before reaching down for my pants.

In a quick move, they pooled at my feet and my panties quickly followed.

His lips left mine, travelled along my jaw, down my neck and little shivers of need quivered through me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to allow him further access.

I trembled as he gently ran his hands so lightly over my skin, teased along my thighs.

They drew closer to my pussy, but moved away when he came near.

The third time, with his lips still greedily feasting on my skin, I had enough and in a move that seemed to surprise him, had his cock free from his pants. I quickly stepped out of my pants to free my legs.

He sucked in a breath when my hand closed around his shaft and his body jerked forward. His mind had been so intent on teasing me, he hadn’t been aware that I had him naked. His head snapped up, his eyes met mine and a grin played on the corners of his mouth.

“Impatient, are we?” His voice came out husky and deep.

Leaning forward, I licked his bottom lip and watched as his eyes dilated to black at the contact.

“Fuck me.”

A moment later, I was against a steel cabinet with his arm hooked under my leg as the other supported my weight. He hunkered down, held his cock in his hand and immediately thrust in—hard. My breath rushed out, my eyes widened as he settled himself in deep.

The length of him made this position so favourable. To watch him thrust in long slow movements—at how far he could go back because of his long shaft—left my inner walls clenching around him. His strength while he carried most of my weight against his arm only made the heat in me build further.

My moans grew louder as his thrusts began to draw in deeper. Harder. Faster. His free hand came around to the back of my ass and he used the grip to come at me with more strength. The move multiplied the sensations and I immediately shrieked and put my hands around his face. Our gazes locked on one another. He began grunting and I moaned against each movement as his length created heaven inside my body.

He brought my thigh up higher, shifted it on his arm to open my legs wider for him as he angled down to push himself in deeper. My hands fell to rest on his shoulders where I dug my nails into his skin.

I urged him on, demanded that he go faster without words.

My orgasm built, my body tightened and my breath panted out as the sensations grew within me.

“Ooo…fuck…I’m going to come,” I managed.

“Fucking right you are.” Chase grunted as he pushed my body harder against the steel cabinet.

He braced himself, angled my hips more and thrust like a mad man.

My eyes involuntarily closed, head fell onto his shoulder as my orgasm took hold and trembled through my body. With no control over myself, the leg I was using for support gave way and I nearly tumbled to the floor.

Chase quickly grabbed my other leg, hooked it under his arm and stepped back. His hands cupped my ass as he delivered long, hard, deep thrusts. Over and over again, while my release continued to take on the definition of a never-ending orgasm.

My pussy clamped around him, clenched in a perfect rhythm of release as he continued to create a pace that was simply spectacular. Long fluid movements while he held me in his strong arms.

Without removing himself from my body, he dropped the other leg back to the ground, raised my leg so my calf rested against his shoulder and spread his legs wider to support himself. The move brought him even deeper and the feeling came as a shock of pleasure. His lips returned to mine, his breath warm against my face as he continued with deep thrusts.

I ran my hands through his hair, staring into the face of the man I loved, despite the fact we were different. Beyond the fact