shove his c*ck down your throat

Chase's eyes scan over my body in a way that makes me wish they were Gabriel's eyes. He stopped moving his eyes when they landed on my tits.

A smile is tugging at his lips but something more important is going through his mind so the smile is paused, his eyes leave my tits and they roam my face, my eyes, my lips.

He comes closer to me, bringing his hand to my neck he wraps his fingers around it in a choke hold but his grip on my neck is not tight, it's so soft and gentle.

His free hand comes to my face, he uses the pad of his thump to brush my bottom lip, then he dropped it lower, lower and paused when it reached my boobs.

Finally, he remembered to smile but his smile isn't the same old greetings smile he used to give me, this is more ' I want to slam my cock into your wet hole' kind of smile 'I want to fuck you till you come'.

Gently he pressed my right breast with his left hand.

“Chase..." I said trying my best to force the words of refusal out but the sensation in between my legs