My fingers slid over my slick folds, circling my clit as I let out a soft moan. I was so turned on, and the naughty thrill of getting caught only added to my arousal. I knew Chase had the day off, and I couldn’t wait to put on a show for him.
As I thrust my fingers deeper, my hips bucked in rhythm, a wet slapping sound filling the room. I was lost in the pleasure, my breasts bouncing with each breath, when I heard the door creak open. My heart raced, and I froze, pretending to be innocent on the couch.
Chase walked in, his eyes locking onto my spread legs and the evidence of my self-pleasure leaking from my finger-tortured pussy. A smirk curved his lips as he slowly approached, his gaze devouring every inch of me.
“Like what you see, baby?” I said, not breaking eye contact as I continued to rub my sensitive clit in slow circles.
He laughed, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts, kneading the soft flesh through my tank top. “I love seeing you like this, Sara. So hot and needy.”
Chase traced a finger down my stomach, dipping it into my wetness as he captured my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, tasting the saltiness of his skin as my hips rocked against his hand.
Breaking the kiss, he stood, stripping off his clothes. His hard cock bobbed free, and I licked my lips in anticipation. Chase climbed onto the couch, positioning himself between my thighs.
With a swift thrust, he buried himself, filling me completely. I screamed, my back arching as he started to move, his thick cock stroking my sensitive walls with each deep stroke.
The forbidden thrill of being caught, the intense pleasure of our bodies joining, had me teetering on the edge of climax. “Yes, Chase! Fuck me harder!”
He obliged, his pace increasing until we were frantic, desperate for release. With a final, powerful thrust, Chase buried himself deep and came hard, painting my insides with his hot seed.
As we collapsed together, caught in the afterglow, I knew this was just the beginning of our naughty games together.