Page 50 of Worth of Waste

If she ever was …

“It’s good,” Karen told Dino quickly. “IUD—lasts a few years, so don’t worry about it.”

Dino watched her for a moment, like he was gauging if her assurance was enough for him. “If you’re sure …”

“Perfectly sure.”

That was apparently enough for him. Dino’s arms encircled her waist, and before Karen had even blinked, he lifted her from the floor. Instinctively, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he moved them forward, and even when her backside met the freshly-cleaned sheets on the high bed, she didn’t let him go. Dino’s hands found her legs, his fingers digging in to her skin as he leaned over her, forcing Karen to lean back. His kiss was slower this time, and maybe a little sweeter. The softness radiated over her skin, even as the roughness of his touch kept her very awake and damn near aching.

She worked at the button and zipper on his slacks, pushing them down around his hips before her hands disappeared into his boxer-briefs. Already thick and hot, his cock pulsed in her palm as she stroked him with a firm grip and quick tugs.

Dino’s chuckles were a heady sound in her hear. “Ah, fuck, now that’s …”

“Good?”

“Too good, Karen. I don’t have the fucking patience for good and slow tonight.”

His underlying promise washed over her with wicked intent.

“Good,” she echoed.

After all the time she’d waited, she really didn’t want good or slow, either.

His fingers ghosted over her jaw as his nose grazed hers and their eyes locked. It was only a split second, one small moment of softness between them, and then it was gone just as fast. His fingers on her thighs dug harder, and he grabbed tight, pulling her to the very edge of the bed. The bed was tall enough that with Dino standing on the floor, his body was angled perfectly against hers.

The position made Karen’s breath catch as his cock rubbed along her wet folds. Deep in her very bones, an ache had started to grow, pulsing through her blood with every beat of her heart. It only took a shift of his hips, his hand angling his cock in just the right spot, and he was there.

His mouth met hers as his hips flexed forward. That first thrust, as hard as it came, only took him halfway. She was so wet, her body thrumming with need, but she’d forgotten his girth and it took her a moment to adjust to his size. There was no pain, only the wonderful sensation of being stretched and filled as he worked his way in, his lips peppering kisses over her mouth and jaw while his fingers stroked her skin and his other hand fisted into her hair.

When he was all the way in, that ache only grew from a small ember into a blazing fire.

Dino seemed happy to stay still; Karen couldn’t stand it.

“Move,” she ordered hoarsely. “I want to be fucked tonight, Dino.”

His dark laughter was a balm to her bruised soul.

His second thrust went deeper, if that were possible, the smoothness of his shaft dragging along every single nerve-ending inside her walls. Once his pace had really started—sharp, hard thrusts that made her head fall back and all of her muscles clench with impending relief—Karen found herself giving into the need singing in her body.

He pulled firmer on her hair, the sting making her sigh. His other hand found her throat, his fingers squeezing just hard enough to catch her attention and make her look straight at him.

Love stared back.

Need watched her.

Pleasure waited there in his gaze.

Could they just stay like this for a while?

Could they just stay there, together, forever?

The brutal pace and roughness of his hands were new to Karen. The few lovers she’d had before Dino came into her life and treated her like a china doll in bed—she hadn’t minded back then. And even before with Dino, he’d been careful with her, never giving more than she was willing to take from him.

This time, he gave and gave.

Each thrust coming harder.

Each squeeze stinging.