Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,39

over each other’s aggressively.

My hands go into his hair and I want to tug on it but the locks are too short. Bummer. He forces his way into my mouth and he thrusts his tongue in. I groan and sweep mine against his. His hands go down to my thigh and he pulls it around his hip and then he groans. I can’t help it when I stand on my toes and grind my hips into his groin. I gasp at how hard he is and I want nothing more than to take off all my clothes and find out what I have been missing.

He must have read my mind when he breaks away from my lips and whispers into my ear, “Come home with me.” He doesn’t have to command twice. I nod my head and he takes my hand leading me out of the apartment. I have no idea where home is but I follow him anyway.

He stops at a door four or five down from the party and takes some keys out of his pocket. He unlocks it and pulls me inside. His lips are back on mine before I can even look around. His warm hand goes under my shirt and bra to mold itself around my breast. “Ahh!” I moan trying to get his shirt off. I need to touch his skin, I need to taste him. I need to crawl inside him.

“Fuck. Come on.” His hand leaves my breast and then he is pulling me into a bedroom and slamming the door shut. He is on me so fast I can barely breathe as he takes off my shirt and then my bra. I pull his shirt over his head and start trailing kisses down his neck, over his chest and on his stomach. I unbutton his pants and pull the zipper and shove my hand inside. I’m on my knees and I could fucking care less. Chance is the only man I would ever be on my knees for. He means that much to me.

“Smalls…” he groans as I pull his cock out and lick the pre-come off the head. I open my lips before he grabs my head and pushes his length into my waiting mouth. I swirl my tongue around as he thrusts his hips against my face all the while groaning and moaning. It’s a heady feeling to let him use me like this. I kind of love it. “Enough.” he finally says and pulls me up to my feet. He takes off my pants roughly and my eyes roll back into my head as he slips his hand into my panties and presses against my clit.

“Chance.” I call out as one of his fingers slips inside me. My hips are rocking against his hand and it’s almost more than I can take.

And then he is wild. The soft gentle Chance I had back in high school is no more. This Chance is carnal and sexual. A man that knows exactly what he wants, and that is my body. He rips my panties off of me and my eyes go wide. “Get on the bed.” he pants out pointing at a full sized mattress up against the wall in the small room. I nod and obey.

He looks through a drawer in the night stand and finally pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and slips it on. I’m lying on the bed on my back taking in the scene before me. It is truly erotic to see all that male flesh before me.

He finally crawls on the bed and before I can say anything, he flips me on my stomach and raises my hips. I let out a whimper when he thrusts his cock into my sex. “Jesus fuck.” he says as his hands squeeze my waist. Then he is pounding into me. I clutch the sheets on the mattress and hold on as he takes me for a ride. His thumb comes down to play with my clit and before long I’m coming and I think my eyes roll into the back of my head.

His thrusts get jerky and he shouts out as he finds his release. And that’s when it gets awkward.

Chance

What the hell did I just do? I have to be the biggest idiot that ever lived. When I saw Norma dancing at the party, I couldn’t help myself. She just looked so damn sexy shaking her hips around and getting lost in