Page 102 of The Chase

I stepped out of the leggings but couldn’t move before he knelt between my legs and wrapped his lips around my clit. “TJ,” I panted.

His tongue lapped at my center while he slid two thick fingers inside me. I rocked against him and almost came when he slammed a third finger inside.

“Be a good girl and take it,” he ordered.

I had no complaints about that. He licked and sucked on me while his fingers pumped in and out until I was screaming his name and clutching at his hair.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he looked up at me with that lopsided grin. He pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I’m gonna take you from behind tonight.”

I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

“You like that, right, baby girl?” he asked. He was still giving me that naughty grin.

I nodded.

He gave me a little tap on my butt. “Good. Now get on the bed.”

I did as he asked, climbing into the bed and getting up onto all fours. TJ took his time getting in behind me. His lips traveled up my spine and tickled me, but I tried to hold in my giggle. He was in a demanding mood tonight, but I liked that he needed to be aggressive and have his way with me tonight.

He opened the bedside drawer, and I heard him slip a condom on and spread lube across his cock. He reached down to spread the excess amount against my entrance.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear when he finally pressed inside me.

I groaned at the impact and gripped the sheets in front of me. “Love you too, baby.”

He gripped my hair while he moved inside me, hitting so deep I felt the sensation all throughout my body. “You better.”

I pressed myself back against his groin, and he slammed inside me repeatedly. “I do,” I moaned.

One of his hands gripped my hip, while the other tightened his grip on my hair. I liked when he gripped onto me or held me down on the bed. I never thought I would like that. TJ made me feel safe enough to let go of my guilt over my desires. Also, rough make-up sex was the absolute best.

“Right there,” I moaned into my pillow. I clutched at the headboard with both hands, trying to steady myself as he spun me out of control.

“Be a good girl, and I’ll make you come again,” he growled into my ear. He reached a hand around and slid it across my clit.

“Please, TJ,” I begged.

“Please what?”

I could almost see his grin even though my eyes were closed and I had slumped against the bed onto my stomach.

“Ride me hard. Give it to me rough.”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, and he did as I asked, driving deep inside me while he held my hair in his fist. The tinge of pain on my scalp was a welcome sensation as I tumbled down into the depths of my orgasm.

“TJ,” I moaned.

“Come for me.”

“I am,” I cried out and felt the wave of pleasure wash over me.

He rode me hard while I laid against the pillow in post-orgasm bliss. It wasn’t long before he roared behind me and spurted his release into the condom.

He pressed a tiny kiss onto my shoulder before he pulled out. He got rid of the condom and slid back into the bed a moment later. He pulled me onto his chest, and I sighed in contentment while he ran his fingers through my hair and soothed my scalp. “I wasn’t too rough?” he asked. He had gripped my hair a little tighter than normal, but I kind of liked it.

I shook my head. “Nope. You know I love doggy.”

He grinned at me. “Yeah, you do, you dirty girl.”