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“Chasin.” His name in that sexy, throaty moan had him nearing closer to the edge.
A pair of strong, thick thighs pressed tighter against his ribs, heels dug into the small of his back. She was using that strength to thrust herself as he drove his cock deeper.
Genevieve Ellison.
The woman was spectacular. A fantasy come to life. Even her name sounded like a fairytale princess. Hands, mouth, pussy—pure magic. Combine that with her curves, wicked sense of humor, smarts, and Chasin was gone. He couldn’t remember a weekend he’d laughed so hard. Straight-to-his-gut laughter that made him forget everything else but her and what they were sharing.
She’d cooked him dinner, then breakfast, they’d drank, talked, and laughed. He wasn’t expecting it—the spark that’d had them tearing at each other’s clothes. It hadn’t been his intention to take them there. Hell, he hadn’t even planned on staying for dinner the first night.
When he’d seen her fall off her dock and splash into the water, he hadn’t thought about anything other than making sure she was okay. But then her golden eyes had danced with humor when she’d told him she hadn’t hurt anything but her pride falling into the river, and he’d been hypnotized. So when she’d asked him into the house to dry off, he’d gone with the sole purpose of getting her number.
“Christ,” Chasin growled and shoved his face deeper into her neck as her pussy started to ripple. “Find it, honey.”
“Ohmygod,” she groaned as she tipped her hips. Her arms wound under his to lock on tight as her hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself to him like she never wanted to let him go.
And that was all right with him.
He never wanted her to let go.
Chasin shifted his weight and balanced on one forearm, freeing his other hand to cup her tit. He glided his palm over the mound until he found her peaked nipple and rolled it between his fingers until he drew a sharp cry from Genevieve.
Heaven.
Tight, wet, slick, heaven.
And there it was. Her orgasm broke, her pussy convulsed, and Chasin blew into the condom. Mind-bending. No other way to describe the throbbing in his cock as rope after rope of come shot fast and hard. Genevieve’s moans filled the room and her body trembled under his. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard her cry out in ecstasy, neither was it the first time he’d brought her to orgasm. But it was the first time he’d felt it not only squeezing his cock but shooting straight to his heart.
Chasin couldn’t deny that, at the time, he’d thought having his mouth between her legs, her excitement on his tongue, that there was nothing better. Nothing had ever tasted so good as making Genevieve come with nothing more than his mouth.
But that’d been before he’d sank into her pussy. It was then he’d realized he was wrong—really fucking wrong. Feeling her come around his cock was better.
Euphoria swept over him and something else started to invade. A feeling he couldn’t place because he’d never felt it. Warmth spread, and as the tension waned, he started gliding, giving Genevieve slow, soft strokes after he’d taken her hard. No, after she begged for hard.
With one last graze of his thumb over her nipple, Chasin’s hand went to her face and he brushed her hair behind her ear, marveling at the feel. Wet with sweat, it was still soft—how that shit was possible was beyond him.
Genevieve was a beautiful woman, but with a freshly fucked glow, she was downright gorgeous.
Soft golden eyes stared up at Chasin, so full of trust and wonder it stole his breath. That unknown emotion filled his chest and started to burn. He was relaxed, sated, just had the best sex of his life, which was a miracle in itself because all the other times he’d had her were the best, too. The woman was phenomenal, she matched him in both wit and sexual appetite. There wasn’t a damn thing shy about Genevieve. It had taken very little to light the match that had led them to tear at each other’s clothes. Now they were on night two and that match was brighter than ever. Chasin reckoned part of that was because she knew what she wanted and wasn’t bashful about getting it. She was into him as much as he was into her.
The times when she’d wanted her mouth around his cock, she’d yanked him free, gotten to her knees, then set about sucking him deep until the tip reached the back of her throat. This wasn’t a chore for Genevieve. She wanted it, she took it, and she did it with spectacular enthusiasm.
Over the weekend, Chasin had allowed her to play as much as she liked until he could take no more, then he’d pull her free from his cock, pick her up off the floor, deposit her on the nearest flat surface. His favorite was eating her on the couch. She’d spread for him before he’d have to ask. One foot on the floor, she’d rest the other leg up along the back of the sofa. She wanted it and had no issue asking for it. Even if that came in the form of a nonverbal demand. Then she’d further prove his presumptions correct when her hands fisted his hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth.
The woman was hot.
She was his perfect match.
No inhibitions.
No holding back.
Wild, raw, rough.
Sex that bordered on indecent.
“Gotta take care of the condom,” he told her, not wanting to move but necessity mandating it.
Genevieve’s lips curved up, a sexy smile played at her mouth before it turned wicked.
“You got another one of those?”
Hell, yeah, she was his perfect match. Unfortunately, he was fresh out.
The only time Chasin had left her house in those two days was to run to the drugstore. He should’ve bought more.
“That’d be a no,” he told her. Her smile faded, not hiding her disappointment. Fucking hell, but he liked that. “You want more?”
“Would you think less of me if I said yes?”
Holy hell.
Perfect.
Chasin ignored what he thought was an asinine question and instead told her, “Let me go, honey, so I can flush this condom. When I get back, I’ll eat you again.”
Genevieve didn’t let him go, her thighs twitched then tightened.
“Only if I get you back in my mouth.”
Christ.
Sheer perfection.
“You want that, you won’t hear me complain.”
“I want that.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have. Now let me go, Vivi.” At that, Genevieve didn’t twitch and tighten—she tensed. It was a quick flash and gone before Chasin could study the change.
Her legs unwrapped and fell to the side and her arms unwound, letting him go. Chasin rolled off, not giving another thought to her response.
He’d find later, he should’ve asked. But as he walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, his head full of musing about eating her pussy while she sucked him off, his other thoughts were on the topic of discussing medical history so he could fuck her next time without the latex barrier.
With all of that on his mind, he flushed the condom, washed his hands, then went back to the sexy, naked woman waiting for him.
When he found her still spread on the bed, he didn’t give a second thought to her reaction to the nickname or the strain around her mouth when he’d said it. Instead, he got in next to her, rolled to his back, pulled Genevieve over him, pussy in his face, his cock to hers. He gripped her ass to pull her to his mouth and ate her until she unlatched her sweet mouth from around his cock so she could shout her orgasm. Then he licked her clean while she finished him off.