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He has a blanket ready at the arm of my couch, because that’s how prepared he is to make me come at any time, and he knows I keep my couch clean.
There’s another thing I’ve gotten better at, too.
I can take Chase’s cock like a fucking champ, with just a little bit of warming up, and he loves taking advantage of that anytime he can.
He slow fucks me for a couple of minutes, but I beg for it harder already, because I’m a slut for everything he does to me, and I probably always will be.
“I needed this,” he says in a low tone, squeezing my ass as he starts to pound into me at a steady rhythm.
“Harder,” I demand again. “You know I can take it.”
“I want to try something,” he says. “Hand me my phone. I’m going to record what I’m about to do. Just for you.”
I give it to him and as he’s sliding his cock in again, I moan at a stretch that feels a whole lot more intense.
“Holy fuck. What?—”
“I’m giving you an extra finger, baby.”
“No way in hell.”
He exhales. “Wow. If you can take my cock plus a finger, how about my cock plus two?”
I moan as he slips his finger in alongside his cock again, stretching me like my hole is his personal toy.
“I thought you were going to add another, and I was about to scream.”
“Is that you asking me for it?”
“Fuck no.Ugh, but yes.”
He takes mercy on me this time, stuffing his second finger in more slowly, knowing its a lot. He doesnt plunge all theway in with it, but he lets me feel the tight fucking stretch, and I breathe into it, relaxing around him.
It only takes a few minutes before I’m begging him to fuck me harder like that.
“Baby, you are fucking perfect,” he says in a broken breath, and the next time he thrusts into me, he pauses there to lean over and show me the video.
I get a full view of his cock and two fingers sliding into my ass, inch by inch.
“So much of you,” I murmur. “Inside me right now.”
“So much of me, about to fuck the cum out of you.” He drops the phone and yanks my body upward a little. “Touch yourself. Now.”
Putting my hand around my cock is a relief in the extreme.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I tell him, only a few strokes in. He’s pounding me from behind hard, his balls slapping against the back of my ass, as he stretches me out and I take him as deep as I possibly can.
“I know you need to,” he says. “Let me see you come for me.”
I break off into a moan as my whole body tenses up and I shoot out over the blanket. He’s coming a moment later, whispering my name as he pulses in my ass over and over, then lets out a low moan of relief.
“Have I told you I love you enough today? I love you, and I love how much you come, and Ilovethis ass,” he says, still catching his breath.
He lays a gentle smack on my ass right after he pulls out of me, and I feel like I’m on another plane of existence.
“Damn,” I breathe. “We should have watched my show earlier if I knew it would get you to fuck me like that.”
“You know you could do anything and I fuck you like that. I could watchyouwatching paint dry, and I’d fuck you like that.”
