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murmured throatily, tossing his head back and groaning with pleasure. I grabbed his hands and put them back on my breasts, desperate for more of his touch. I’d never been this aroused in my life. Not even when I had those raunchy dreams about Chase the other night and woke up with my hand in my panties. I blushed to think of it now. Chase leaned forward and stuck his pierced tongue out, licking and sucking on my swollen and sore nipples. I practically screamed when I felt his teeth glide along my sensitive skin and clamp down. Chase slipped a hand between my legs and pressed it against the crotch of my jeans. It felt weird and I tried to wriggle away but he held firm, pressing the seam against my labia. He looked at me and I nodded briefly, then he ripped open the fly to my jeans and pushed me off his lap. I stumbled and landed on all fours on the couch. I heard Chase growl and felt his hands at the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down my pale, skinny legs.
I held my breath as he tossed my jeans on the floor and ran a hand down my bare back.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. I spread my knees apart and arched my back further so my ass was sticking far out into the air. Blushing furiously, I realized that someone could be watching us. I knew that the thought should have scared me, but I couldn’t help it; the idea of someone spying on us made me feel even hotter. The crotch of my thin panties was soaked by now, and every time I wiggled my hips, the wet fabric chafed against my labia. Chase spanked my ass and I yelped and tried to move away. He grabbed me firmly by one hand and held me in place as he spanked me again and again. I was intimidated and scared but it felt good, and soon I found myself leaning into his smacks. I pushed my ass against his hand and moaned.
“You little slut, you like that?” Chase whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, blushing furiously. One of Chase’s hands grabbed onto my panties and yanked them upwards in a vicious motion. The fabric slid into the crack of my ass like a thong and Chase tugged at it until he’d spread my labia as well. It felt amazing against my clit and I moaned loudly, squirming my hips and spreading my legs even further. Chase yanked at the material and spanked me again and I felt a spasm of pleasure rocket through my body. He did it once more and I cried out as shockwaves radiated from my pussy down to the tips of my toes. With his free hand, he reached underneath me and played with my nipples, casually yanking and tugging on them until I was crying out in pleasure and pain. I started begging him to touch me. I didn’t even know what I was saying, but the words were spilling out of my mouth in a torrent of desire.
“Chase, please,” I begged. “Touch me more, please!”
He laughed shortly and stepped away. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound coming from outside. I whipped my head up and looked out the window. All of the desire and sauciness that I’d felt a moment before drained out of me and I was afraid.
“What was that?” I hissed, looking at Chase. He didn’t answer and I curled up under a spare blanket on the couch, wanting to cover myself as much as possible.
“Stay here, Lacey,” he said gruffly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice. I spied my clothes on the floor and tugged them on, finger-combing my hair as best as I could.
Chase opened the door and walked out of the apartment. I listened to his heavy footfall all the way down the side stairs. There were some quiet voices, and then I heard him walking back towards the front door. Quickly, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big knife.
“Lacey,” Chase said as he opened the door. “Pizza’s here!”
Chapter Ten
Chase
I could have killed that pizza guy. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know
I held my breath as he tossed my jeans on the floor and ran a hand down my bare back.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. I spread my knees apart and arched my back further so my ass was sticking far out into the air. Blushing furiously, I realized that someone could be watching us. I knew that the thought should have scared me, but I couldn’t help it; the idea of someone spying on us made me feel even hotter. The crotch of my thin panties was soaked by now, and every time I wiggled my hips, the wet fabric chafed against my labia. Chase spanked my ass and I yelped and tried to move away. He grabbed me firmly by one hand and held me in place as he spanked me again and again. I was intimidated and scared but it felt good, and soon I found myself leaning into his smacks. I pushed my ass against his hand and moaned.
“You little slut, you like that?” Chase whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, blushing furiously. One of Chase’s hands grabbed onto my panties and yanked them upwards in a vicious motion. The fabric slid into the crack of my ass like a thong and Chase tugged at it until he’d spread my labia as well. It felt amazing against my clit and I moaned loudly, squirming my hips and spreading my legs even further. Chase yanked at the material and spanked me again and I felt a spasm of pleasure rocket through my body. He did it once more and I cried out as shockwaves radiated from my pussy down to the tips of my toes. With his free hand, he reached underneath me and played with my nipples, casually yanking and tugging on them until I was crying out in pleasure and pain. I started begging him to touch me. I didn’t even know what I was saying, but the words were spilling out of my mouth in a torrent of desire.
“Chase, please,” I begged. “Touch me more, please!”
He laughed shortly and stepped away. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound coming from outside. I whipped my head up and looked out the window. All of the desire and sauciness that I’d felt a moment before drained out of me and I was afraid.
“What was that?” I hissed, looking at Chase. He didn’t answer and I curled up under a spare blanket on the couch, wanting to cover myself as much as possible.
“Stay here, Lacey,” he said gruffly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice. I spied my clothes on the floor and tugged them on, finger-combing my hair as best as I could.
Chase opened the door and walked out of the apartment. I listened to his heavy footfall all the way down the side stairs. There were some quiet voices, and then I heard him walking back towards the front door. Quickly, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big knife.
“Lacey,” Chase said as he opened the door. “Pizza’s here!”
Chapter Ten
Chase
I could have killed that pizza guy. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know
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