Page 77 of She’s Worth the Risk

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I need you, honey.”

Heat rushes through me at his words. I thought he was shutting down again, but it’s the opposite. He wants me right in the spot he once refused me, and it makes me want him more than ever. In ways I haven’t had him yet.

“I need you too,” I purr, rocking against his erection. “I need to taste you.”

He looks at me from under heavy lids as I climb off his lap and kneel between his thighs. Heat pools low in my belly when he unbuckles his belt, freeing his stiff length from his jeans. He strokes it once, eyes burning into mine, then slowly cups my cheek, guiding me closer.

I take his cock in my hand, hot and hard and perfect, admiring the part of him that’s brought me so much pleasure. It’s so fucking gorgeous, thick and snaked with veins, reddish-purple with need. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lick across his slit, where he’s beading precum. His breath hisses out as I swirl my tongue around the head, savoring his salty taste. He’s still wearing his glasses, shirt still buttoned, and it’s sexy as hell, his top half all composed, his bottom half giving in to what he needs.

I expect him to close his eyes, to look away as I draw him into my mouth, but he keeps his smoldering gaze on mine. A grin tugs at my lips, and not because they’re wrapped about his beautiful cock, but because of who he’s becoming. Two weeks ago he turned away in embarrassment when I wanted him to see how turned on he was, and now he’s watching me suck him like his life depends on it. That’s how much he’s grown. My chest could burst with the pride I feel for this man, with all the things I feel for him.

Things I can’t even begin to acknowledge.

I grip him tight, hollowing my cheeks to create suction, and he groans, head falling back as his hips lift to drive himself deeper into my mouth. Heat streaks through me, and I squeeze my thighs together, squirming on the floor as he hits the back of my throat.

“Zinnia,” he chokes out. “Stop.”

I pop off him with a sly smile. “Everything okay?”

He shakes his head, eyes black, and tugs me to my feet. My gaze falls to his cock, glistening with my spit, so hard it’s straining toward me. I know what he wants, and he’s not the only one. I’m so wet from sucking him, more than ready to ride him, and I waste no time kicking off my underwear to climb into his lap. His hands shake as they stroke my hair, as he finally sinks inside me.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “You feel so good, honey.”

I clench my pelvic floor muscles in response, and he moans. Nick always tells me I feel good during sex, but I sense he wants to say more and doesn’t know how. As I think about how much he’s grown over the past two weeks, I decide to try something.

“What part of me?” I ask, peppering kisses along his jaw, and he gives me a dirty smile.

“You know.”

I tighten my pelvic floor muscles again. “Say it, Nick. What part of me feels so good?”

He hesitates, and I slow my movements, staring at him pointedly. A blush stains his cheeks, but he doesn’t look away.

“Your pussy,” he says at last. “Your pussy feels so damn good.”

Heat flashes through me. Hearing those dirty words from Nick is hotter than I could have imagined. His dick flexes inside me, as if he realizes it too.

“Does that turn you on?” I purr, rocking on his lap. “Calling it my pussy?”

His fingers tighten on my hips. “Fuck yes.”

I bite back my grin. I knew he’d like it.

“Say it again,” I breathe. “Say more dirty things.”

His mouth opens, then closes, like he’s not sure what to say, and I decide to take the lead.

“What if I told you how much I love your cock?”

I feel him throb inside me again, his eyes becoming hooded.

“How good it feels to have your cock buried in my pussy?”

“Fuck, Zinnia,” he growls.

I kiss him hard, riding him faster. “I love how deep you fuck me,” I say against his lips, and his fingers dig into my flesh.

“You like my cock deep?”