by Kelly Favor
Faith was sucking his dick now, getting more confident and excited as he stiffened even further in her mouth, his cock like a hot iron rod. She began stroking his thick shaft as she sucked the head and played with his balls.
He grabbed the back of her head and began pumping his hips into her.
“I could come right now,” he moaned.
She sucked faster, her hand stroking his gigantic shaft more quickly, as her spit flowed down the head of his cock, onto her hand and fingers. She loved the way he tasted, the salty sweetness of him, the smoothness of his skin, his vein throbbing.
She could feel his heat and power, wanted to taste his come as he exploded inside her mouth and down her throat.
But Chase had other ideas, as he withdrew his cock, looking down at her with a burning intensity that made her stomach do a quick flip.
“Come here,” he growled, and then took her by the wrist and pushed her toward the bed, spinning her like a dance partner, as she fell stomach first onto the mattress. She was still wearing Chase’s t-shirt—which was almost big enough to be a dress--and nothing else underneath.
As if he knew this, Chase slid the t-shirt up her thighs until her entire lower body was naked and exposed to him.
“Damn, girl—look at that ass,” he muttered.
And then she felt a hard, firm slap as his palm collided with her buttocks. The pain was short lived—it was more of a shock then anything, and she gave a quick cry.
“Chase!”
“You want me to stop?”
“No, I just—“
“I told you how I get,” he said. “If you can’t handle it, let me know now.”
She turned her head and peered at Chase over her shoulder. He was standing above her with his pants down, and his cock standing at full attention, completely swollen and engorged. It looked huge, almost as big as an arm with a fist at the top of it.
Faith swallowed. “I can handle it,” she said, with more conviction than she truly felt.
Chase had a look of hunger and intensity in his eyes that was exciting but also a little terrifying. What would he do to her with all of that pent up energy?
He was big and strong enough to break her in half.
“Good,” he grumbled, slapping her ass again. “Look at those fucking butt cheeks jiggle. Damn.” He breathed heavily out, slapping her butt again, and again.
Faith moaned. It stung, but she liked it, despite the sting. Or maybe even because of the sting. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, as Chase spanked her ass and then admired the movement of her butt cheeks.
Suddenly, he ripped the t-shirt over her head, leaving her completely nude on the bed.
Then he grabbed her cheeks firmly in his hands then spread them apart. “What if I told you that I’m going to put my cock between your cheeks, baby?”
She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her hands reflexively grabbing the comforter for purchase. “I want you to do whatever you want.”
“Your ass is perfect,” he said, and then suddenly she felt another slap, this time right on her anus.
“That’s the head of my cock,” he whispered. “I’m fucking slapping my cock on your asshole, girl. It’s so tight. Man oh man, it’s getting me hard.”
He slapped it over and over, and it gave Faith a tingly feeling on her ass, and down into her pleasure center, as her pussy continued moistening. She was getting excited the more she felt his cock against her.
I can’t believe he’s doing this.
But she knew exactly what was happening, as he slapped it over and over, and now it was getting sticky, presumably because in his excitement, his pre-cum was dripping onto her ass, covering it and lubricating the area.
“I like the way your cock feels on my ass,” she told him, and it was true. She bucked her hips into the air to meet his dick as he slapped it in timely fashion between her cheeks.
“I can’t wait to come all over you,” he told her. “I’m going to spray it all on your ass.”
And with that, she felt him press the tip of himself against her more forcefully, until it started to open her up, and it was uncomfortable at first, because of the size of him.
She grimaced, gripping the bedspread more tightly, her jaw locked as she readied herself for his enormous girth.
“Damn, that’s so fucking tight,” he whispered, almost breathlessly. His hands spread her ass cheeks further apart as he continued sliding slowly into her, anally penetrating her with his huge manhood.
“Oh,” she moaned, as suddenly, she seemed to relax, and he slid deeper into her.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned.
“That’s nice,” she said, surprised that somehow she was able to do this. After all, Chase Winters was not small—not in any way, shape or form.
“Baby, you like it when I fuck you in the ass, don’t you?” he said.
She nodded, her eyes still closed. It was too soon to tell if she loved it, but Faith was shocked to find that it was an intense but not unpleasant sensation now that she’d relaxed more.
Her pussy was so wet, and she released the bedspread and slid her own hand down to her slathered slit and began rubbing herself.
“Yeah, fuck your pussy with your fingers,” he told her, as he started to simultaneously slide in and out of her.
She moaned louder, nodding her head and biting her lower lip. “That’s it,” she said, her body breaking into a sweat as Chase Winters pushed deeper into her, then slid out, in and out, in and out, building a rhythm that was ferocious.
“You’re taking it all now, you dirty girl. All of my cock in your ass—and you’re going to come for me, too.”
She nodded again, knowing it was true, feeling the build inside her—and the build was different, because he was inside her in a new way.
She was rubbing her swollen clit with two fingers, surprised at how wet and excited she was by this new sexual position—this new point of entry. Chase was fucking her in the ass…that was not supposed to feel as good as this felt.
Maybe it was just Chase—he was sexy, and therefore everything he did to her was by definition, sexy. Hot. Dangerous.
And she liked knowing that he was so turned on, just like he was right now, as he groaned, pushing his throbbing, engorged manhood all the way inside her, pressing her cheeks wide apart, spreading her open as he pushed his hips right up against her ass.
His mouth kissed the beck of her neck, his breath hot on her skin, as he draped his large, muscular frame on top of her. There was pressure from his bodyweight, but it was pleasurable to Faith, and she was so stimulated from all the sensory overload that she began climaxing.
Her entire body shuddered, and Chase felt it too—as he bit the skin on the back of her neck, just hard enough to cause a slight pinch of pain, but she like that too.
She cried out, screaming to the heavens, as he split her open from the back and she rubbed her wetness in front, her pussy dripping, contracting with spontaneous climaxes that left her breathless.
“I’m going to come too,” he muttered, withdrawing rather suddenly, relieving her of the pressure of his cock. And then, she felt a huge spray of his semen splashing her ass, and it was wet and hot and she loved the way it felt.
“Come for me,” she said, turning her head to watch him as he jerked his enormous dick, pumping it for more and more cum.
Another shot splattered her ass, and then her pussy, between her spread legs.
Chase’s expression was intent, almost serious, as he worked his own cock.
God, that’s hot, she thought, smiling a little as she watched him drip the last of his seed onto her thighs.
“Fuck,” he whispered, finally finished.
She laid her head on the bed, her cheek on the soft covers, sighing. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said.
“I can’t believe you took me all the way in,” he told her. “I mean, I’m pretty well endowed.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” she laughed.
He laughed too. “Hold on a sec. I’m going to get a towel.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a small towel and wiped her off, cleaning her gently, and when he was done, he tossed the towel into a hamper nearby.
Then he dropped onto the bed beside her and began running the tips of his fingers up and down her back, sending cool shivers up and down her spine. “That’s nice,” she said, feeling a bit drowsy.
He eventually dropped his head down next to hers, his leg touching her leg, his warm body radiating comforting heat as he lay so close to her. He continued to stroke her shoulders, neck, hair, until she drifted off.
When Faith awoke again, she couldn’t tell how much time had passed. But Chase had fallen asleep beside her, and she looked at his peaceful expression.
He looked almost angelic like this, his beautiful face so composed, tranquil, without a care in the world. She took a moment to allow her eyes to take in his body, the breadth of it, the massiveness of his musculature.
Even his tattoos, which normally gave him an air of dangerousness, seemed different as he lay sleeping. They were like strange ancient hieroglyphics that she could study almost scientifically.
They were a record of his difficult, stressful life, and the storms he’d weathered. Faith hoped that he was coming out of that dark time of his life and into calmer waters, but she couldn’t be sure.
Maybe there were people like Chase Winters in the world who were meant to have stormy, difficult lives. Maybe it was karma or fate or destiny.
As she lay there, watching him, contemplating all that he’d been through—much of which she could only guess at—Chase’s eyes opened and he caught her staring.
Faith blinked and looked away from him, pretending that she’d also just woken up. Her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment and she faked a yawn. “We both fell asleep,” she said.
“You were snoring,” Chase told her, which only served to increase her embarrassment.
“Please tell me you’re joking,” Faith replied, horrified.
Chase was grinning at her dismay. “I’m not joking, but it was fine. It was cute.”
“Snoring isn’t cute,” she replied, sitting up and covering her chest with her arms.
“It is when you do it,” Chase told her, grabbing her waist and effortlessly pulling her back down to land on his stomach.
His abs were like a rock wall as she fell against his hard body. Chase stroked her hair as she looked into his eyes.
There was such tenderness there, it took her by surprise and she tried to pull away.
“Where are you going?” he laughed.
“Chase,” she whined, smiling at him. “Let go of me.”
“You need to chill.”
“No,” she said, still trying to extricate herself from his grasp. “Don’t we need to leave and get to the hotel?”
“We only slept for like an hour. It’s fine. I can get to the hotel whenever.”
“Well, I think we should get up and get ready.” She pulled away from his grasp and he let her go, which made Faith momentarily glum. “I’m hopping in the shower,” she called over her shoulder.
“Suit yourself,” he called back, seemingly amused.
Why was she trying to get away from him? In reality, she wanted him to hold her forever, and yet here she was playing hard to get for some reason.
No, not just some reason, she thought, as she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting it as hot as it would go.
She was becoming more intimate with Chase, and that was frightening on multiple levels. The way she’d felt while she watched him sleep was a range of emotions that she’d never experienced before, and it was profoundly scary.
I’m in love with him.
Not just falling in love, I don’t think. That would indicate a possibility that I won’t ever fully be in love, but the truth is, it’s already happened. The way I feel when I look at him, when his eyes meet mine, when he holds me, takes me in his arms, puts himself inside my most private place…
I want all of him, every last bit of him.
But does he feel the same way about me?
Would he be willing to sacrifice for me, put me first—change his life to be part of mine?
She stepped into the shower, and as she did so, heard the bathroom door squeaking open. “Hey,” he called out, his voice echoing as it bounced off the walls and floor.
“Hey,” she replied, seeing his naked body rippling through the glass door of the shower. The glass was already fogging from the steam, but she could see him approaching.
“I’m dirty too,” he said. “And I’m a big fan of saving water.” He swung the door open and stepped inside the shower with her.
Faith smiled. “I’m sure that’s the reason you’re coming in here with me.”
“One of many reasons.”
He pushed his body up against hers so they were sharing the stream from the showerhead as the water hit them.
She watched as Chase closed his eyes and leaned his head back, allowing the hot water to soak his hair and run down his gorgeous shoulders, beading down his arms, pecs, back, and then streaming down his legs.
She felt herself getting excited again, her nipples stiffening as she watched his body glisten with lubrication from the heat and steam and water. His skin was ruddy with life and the elite strength and fitness he possessed.
He was so big in every way, and she couldn’t help but glance down at his enormous cock, which even when it wasn’t erect, presented itself proudly. She could already imagine taking him into her mouth again, and the way he would taste.
Chase grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up his hands and began scrubbing his chest and shoulders vigorously. After a moment, he turned and gave her an amused glance. “Getting a good look?”
“Let me help you with that,” she said, grabbing the bar of soap from his hand and lathering her own hands.
“Good idea,” he said. “Time saver. I like the way you think, baby.”
He presented her his back and she started at the top, massaging the soapsuds into his flawless skin, feeling the stretch of his muscles beneath her palms. She rubbed down to his toned, tight ass, waiting for a reprimand from Chase.
But no. He was letting her hands travel where they wanted to go, and so Faith grew more confident and bold.
“I love the way you feel,” she said, as Chase happily lathered his face and then turned into the stream of water from the shower, letting it rinse him off.
“Keep going,” he said. “This is way easier than washing myself.” He laughed.
Faith moved closer, wrapping her arms around him, moving her hands over his ribs and then rubbing her soapy hands over his chest.
“Hey,” Chase warned her.
“What?”
“I already did my chest. You’re wasting time, baby.”
“Oh, right. What about here?” she asked, moving even closer, so her breasts were pressed tightly against Chase’s powerful lower back. She allowed her hands to feel the ridges of his tight belly, the interlocking abdominal muscles that were probably even now featured on thousands of posters and pin ups in young women’s bedrooms across Massachusetts.
But I’m the only one who actually gets to feel him in real life, she thought, and her insides clenched protectively, with excitement.
“Yeah, lower,” Chase said, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squeezing a dollop into his palm. He started shampooing his hair as Faith was left to her own devices once more.
She did as he’d instructed, moving her hands slowly down and down his smooth stomach, waiting for Chase to redirect her attentions, as her fingers gleefully neared the slope of his lower belly, to the arch of his groin.
Soon, she was grasping his cock, and noticed that it was already thickening and beginning to straighten as she handled it. “Is this the dirtiest part?” she asked, massaging the soap into his manhood.
Chase ducked his head under the spray before answering her. “Definitel
y,” he replied. “Scrub it good. Be thorough.”
“Oh, okay,” she nodded, like a good nurse receiving her orders from the head surgeon. She began stroking his cock with one hand, while she played with Chase’s balls, massaging them.
“Yeah,” he sighed.
His cock was now standing at attention as Faith stroked it from behind, and Chase’s body went rigid and he moaned low in his throat.
“Faster?” she asked.
“Faster’s good,” he told her. “We’re running out of time.”
“And water,” she added.
“True.”
He let her jerk his cock, stroking faster and faster, and she could feel the throbbing excitement of him.
She thought that he was going to come soon, but instead Chase pulled away from her and stared at her with what she thought was anger.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
Chase looked down at her, water still dripping from his hair, down his brow, his cheeks. He let the water spray all over his chest and stomach and cock, washing the soap off him.
“Turn around, right now,” he told her.
And then, before she even had a chance to turn, he took her by the shoulders and spun her against the wall of the shower stall and entered her from behind.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her cheek pressed into the tile.
His hard cock entered her moist channel and drilled into her expectant pussy, and she instantly came. Her legs twitched and she cried out, as Chase slapped himself hard against her backside, ramming her with his thickness.
He fucked her like that, pounding into her as she came yet again, crying out, her moans echoing and bouncing and the steam continued fogging the shower.
“I’m going to fucking come too,” he groaned, pulling out and spraying her back and ass with his sperm.
She turned around and leaned down, taking him into her mouth as he continued ejaculating, while her tongue and lips sucked the last bit out of his pole.
She loved the taste of his cum, the taste of him intermingled with her own taste, which was dirty and sexy and wrong.
Dirty and sexy and wrong. Just like Chase.
