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The first thing Chrome did was shut the blinds.

Not just one—all of them. Every single blind in that master bedroom. He yanked the cords with a determination that would’ve made a general proud.

"Chrome? What are you—"

"Just making sure no one sees."

He turned back to face her, and the sight made his breath almost choke him.

Lana was spread out on the bed like an offering to some ancient fertility god. Her brown hair fanned across the silk pillowcase like spilled honey. Her burgundy nightgown had ridden up to her waist, exposing the milky expanse of her thighs and the edge of her lace panties that couldn’t hide the damp spot spreading across them.

Her black panties were so soaked and dripping you’d think she’d peed herself.

She was breathing hard. Steam pushed from her rosy lips in soft puffs. Her tongue darted out constantly to wet them, leaving them glistening and swollen from all that anxious licking.

"I... I feel so hot..."

Her voice was breathy, almost drunk.

Chrome stood over her, drinking in the sight. His thing was straining against his silk pajama pants, demanding freedom, demanding attention, demanding to be buried inside this gorgeous woman who was giving herself to him.

"Lana."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her. His hands found her wrists and pressed them gently into the mattress on either side of her head.

"Let me take control tonight."

Lana blinked up at him.

"What?"

"Women are the ones in charge. I get it. But tonight, I want you to surrender your body to me."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

The warmth of his breath made her shiver.

"A woman enjoys herself more if she lets a man take charge of her sexual needs. Trust me on this."

Lana’s response was a small, obedient nod.

She didn’t even realize she’d done it until Chrome smiled against her skin.

"Good girl."

His lips moved from her ear, trailing down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Each kiss left a trail of heat in its wake. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and she smelled like lavender and something sweeter beneath.

When his mouth finally reached her breasts, Lana’s breath hitched.

Her nipples were already hard and aching, standing at attention like little pink soldiers.

"These are beautiful."

"Chrome, please—"

"Please what?"

"Just... just touch them already..."

He chuckled. "So impatient."

And then he lowered his head.

His tongue flicked out, barely grazing the tip of her right nipple. Just a tiny taste.

"AH!"

Lana’s whole body jerked like she’d been electrocuted. Her fingers curled into the sheets as her back arched off the bed.

"Chrome! That’s—that’s too much—"

"Too much?"

He flicked his tongue across the sensitive tip again.

"I haven’t even started."

Lick. Lick. Lick.

His tongue moved like a cat lapping up milk, each stroke making the sensitive bud ache with pleasure. He doused it with his devoted tongue, coating the pink tip with shiny saliva.

"Ahh... ahhh... Chrome...!"

Lick. Her head shifted left.

Lick. Her head shifted right.

Lick. Her porcelain toes curled up helplessly as her body bent around like a worm covered in salt.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

"Nnngh...♥️ that’s... that feels so...!"

Her back arched again, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. And Chrome, being a man of opportunity, accepted the offering.

His lips closed around her nipple, and he sucked.

"MMMMGH! ❤️"

Lana’s moan was loud and shameless. Her arms and legs wrapped around him like a vine, pulling his body tight against hers. She was panting into his neck now, hot steam pushing in and out of her breath like a shameless dog.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

His mouth went tight around her nipple, making it ache in the most delicious way. The more she squirmed, the harder he sucked. He was a starving man at a feast, and she was the most decadent meal.

"Chrome... ♥️♥️ that’s... don’t stop... no, don’t...!"

"Which is it?"

He murmured against her skin.

"Stop or don’t stop?"

"I don’t know! Nyaahhhh ♥️"

Her words dissolved into unintelligible moans as he switched to her other nipple. That one was just as eager, just as hard, and just as responsive to his attention.

Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck.

Her cheeks were an erotic shade of pink. Her eyes were dazed and lost, staring at the ceiling like she could see the heavens opening above her.

And between her legs, her private part throbbed sharply with each suck. It ached with a desperate need that was almost painful. The itching was unbearable. It wanted to be touched. It wanted to be filled. It wanted—

POP!

Chrome released her nipple.

It sounded like a champagne cork.

Lana gasped, her body shuddering as the sudden absence of sensation left her reeling.

One nipple was red and swollen from all the attention. The other was slightly less abused but just as sensitive. Chrome looked at the damage and winced.

"Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to go so rough."

He gently cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the swollen nipple. Lana whimpered at the touch.

In his past life, he slept with a lot of women who I didn’t really care about. Prostitutes, champagne girls, random one-night stands. He never had to worry about being gentle because he didn’t care if they hurt.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her chest right above her heart.

But she’s different. She deserved better than that. If he was going to suck her breasts, he’d do it gently. If he ate between your thighs, he’d do it with respect. And if he penetrated her, he’d be careful so she didn’t tear.

Lana’s face was still flushed.

"Chrome..."

"If the size of my junk causes you pain—"

"Okay, wait."

She placed a hand on his cheek. Her face was even redder now, if that was possible.

"I... uhm... well..."

"If you don’t speak, I’ll never know what you want."

She took a shaky breath.

"It’s fine if you go a little harder."

Chrome blinked. "What?"

"I want... I mean... what I’m trying to say is..."

She couldn’t finish her words.

The embarrassment was too much.

But the message was clear enough.

Chrome stared at her. This innocent, shy, ladylike woman was telling him to go hard on her.

"I don’t want to hurt you—"

"Then don’t hurt me. But don’t... don’t treat me like I’m made of glass either. I can handle it. Okay?"

Her brown eyes met his.

Chrome felt his thing twitch in his pants.

"Yes, ma’am."

Lana smiled, but her hand was already moving.

Down his chest. Past his abs.

Past the waistband of his pajama pants.

She slipped her hand inside.

Her soft palm wrapped around his bare thing, and the warmth of her skin against his made his eyes roll back.

"So warm..."

She murmured as her fingers explored that meat.

"And... big."

She pulled her hand back, and for a moment Chrome thought she was done. But then she raised her palm to her nose and sniffed.

"It has such a strong smell."

"That’s just how it is for men—"

"I like it."

Her tongue pressed against her palm. She gave it a deep and hungry lick. Then another. And another.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

She licked her palm like it was coated in sugar, not the sweaty traces of a man’s thing. Each stroke of her tongue made Chrome’s heart pound harder. She was like a cat grooming herself, so focused, so eager.

"I want to taste more."

That was all the invitation he needed.

Chrome yanked his pajama pants down, and his thing sprung free.

It was long. Thick. A white chocolate bar with a throbbing pink cap and light veins that vibrated with each beat of his heart.

Lana stared at it.

Her breath hooked. Her legs squeezed together, pressing against the aching heat between them. Her private part quivered sharply, a painful throb that made her press her ass cheeks together in a desperate attempt to rub against the itching.

It was so big. It looked like a general, a commander of armies, standing at attention before her. The pink cap seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat, and the veins...

She wanted to touch it. She wanted to taste it.

She wanted to feel it inside her.

Her legs throb helplessly.

"Chrome... that’s... it’s so big..."

"I know. That’s why I was worried."

He grabbed her hips and angled her body up, positioning the tip of his thing against her entrance. Even through the fabric of her panties, he could feel the her feminine heat.

"I’ll be honest with you. This is going to hurt. I’m maybe too big for you, so you might feel a lot of pain."

He paused, searching her eyes.

"If it’s too much, we can stop here. When you’re ready, we’ll continue. Is that—"

Lana was frowning at him.

"What’s wrong?"

She folded her arms across her chest, which had the effect of making her bare breasts bounce like two wild animals before slapping back against her skin.

"Don’t treat me like a baby. I can handle it. Okay?"

She even pouted afterward.

Chrome couldn’t help but smile. "Yes, ma’am."

She smiled back, then stretched her arms toward him, gesturing for him to come closer.

He leaned down, and she pulled him into a kiss.

It was wet. It was sloppy.

Her tongue pressed against his and they exchanged so much of their saliva that they could taste each other’s hot and slimy mouths.

When she finally pulled away, a slimy strand of saliva connected their mouths.

"You’re free to go hard, okay? That’s an order."

This was the first time she’d ever ordered him.

And Chrome intended to follow it with full confidence.

---

Meanwhile, outside the duplex.

Detective Farnsworth’s eyes went wide.

"HE SHUT THE BLINDS!"

She slammed her hands against the steering wheel of her stakeout van.

"That’s not fair! I’ve been here from the start! I have to see this through to the end! You can’t just shut the blinds when I’ve invested this much time! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!"

She squirmed in her seat as her thick and meaty thighs pressed together. The thought of what was happening behind those closed blinds made her face burn.

Maybe this detective wasn’t a saint either.