I try to close my legs, but it's pointless. Chase’s broad shoulders have my thighs spread wide as he takes in every inch of my sex.

“Are you trying to take my pussy from me?”

“Your pussy?” I sit up on my elbows. He suddenly smacks the side of my thigh. I gasp in surprise.

“Rules, little girl.” I glare at him but keep my lips sealed because fuck that was hot. I want him to think I’m mad, but I’m betting how wet I am is telling him the truth about how I feel about all of this. “I love you fucking bare. I get to see every inch of what’s mine.”

Again, I want to run my mouth, but he takes a long lick down the seam of my sex, his tongue flattening out against my clit. My hips buck off the bed, but he quickly pins them down so that I can’t move them again as he dives in.

His mouth feels as though it’s everywhere. The sensation is indescribable. I never imagined it would be like this. It’s both overwhelming and incredible at the same time. My senses are on overload. My first orgasm hits me fast. I’m already so worked up, and seeing Chase’s face buried between my thighs is enough to get me off. I cry out his name, my fingers digging into the bedspread.

He doesn’t stop; he keeps going, but this time he thrusts one of his fingers inside of me and soon after another. I rock my hips some. Not much with how he has them pinned down, but my body is working on its own accord now. I want more of him, to feel him over me, thrusting in and out of me. Making me his in every way.

The two fingers inside of me feel tight. I had my mouth around his cock, and it’s way bigger than two fingers. His tongue laps at my clit as his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside of me. I orgasm again, this time so hard a gush of wetness leaves me.

I put my hands over my eyes as I moan, experiencing the greatest pleasure of my life while also being mortified at the same time. What the hell just happened? Chase doesn’t seem to notice or care because he’s still going to town on me, licking up every drop as he works another finger inside of me.

“Chase.” I drop my hands from my face, shaking my head no. I’m not sure I can take any more. I might be shaking my head no, but those words are not crossing my lips.