Page 65 of Worth of Waste

Her breathless laugh echoed in his ear—the heat and want coming out loud and clear as she stroked her hands down his T-shirt and fumbled with the buttons on his slacks. Her legs widened for him, spreading open to expose the sliver of her pink, wet sex between her thighs. He grabbed her legs in a tight grasp, fitting them around his hips as he yanked her a little closer to the edge.

“Bedroom is right down the hall,” Karen whispered against his cheek.

Her words said one thing, but her hands were doing something else entirely. He paid no mind to her words, instead focusing on her hands undoing his pants and pushing them down around his hips. Then, as quick as a flash, her warm palm had slipped under his boxer-briefs and circled his cock tightly, tugging with firm, insistent strokes that had his breath catching and his control slipping.

“Fuck, just like that,” Dino encouraged, peppering kissed from the shell of her ear down to the corner of her mouth. “Love your hands on my cock.”

Karen gripped his length firmer, damn near making his knees buckle. “Let’s go down the hall and maybe we can get your cock in my mouth, too.”

Oh, he wanted that.

He so wanted that.

“This is good,” Dino managed to grunt out.

He wasn’t going anywhere until he was buried as deep into her pussy as he could possibly be, and fucking his way to oblivion. She could suck his cock another time—she could make him see heaven another day.

Right then, he just wanted to fuck.

“Get your hand on your pussy, and rub that clit of yours until you come all over my cock,” Dino said, pulling Karen’s hand from his cock. “Show me how you like it, sweetheart.”

The prettiest pink color washed over Karen’s cheeks and even down her neck and chest. Still, she did as he wanted, her fingers sliding between her folds, drawing her own wetness from her slit to her clit again and again until she was satisfied. As she started circling her clit with the pad of her fingers, Dino grabbed her jaw, pressed a quick kiss to her mouth, and then tipped her head down.

“Watch me fuck you.”

Karen swallowed audibly, but her gaze didn’t move from the head of his cock pressing into her sex. One good, hard thrust, and he was home. Surrounded by a sensation that could only be described as crushed, wet velvet wrapping his length like a fist-tight glove.

He didn’t really need to think when he fucked Karen.

He didn’t need to worry.

He didn’t even need to breathe.

No, he just needed to feel.

Dino probably liked that the most—she took away all the shit muddling up his mind, and he only really had to focus on him and her, on getting them to that blissful place where her cries bounced off the walls and heat danced up his spine.

He watched their bodies connecting, too, how his cock disappeared into her sex, and came right back out soaking wet with her and the pulse in the veins. Her thighs shook around him, yet her fingers never stuttered.

“God.”

Her word came out damn near airless, so broken, and barely even there at all. He still heard it, and the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls around his shaft as he fucked her harder had his own pressure building in the base of his spine.

The lightest sheen of sweat on Karen’s cheeks and the way her bottom lip trembled were the sexiest sights.

Best Christmas morning ever, he decided.

“Okay, are you ready?” Dino heard Karen ask Junior.

“Ma!”

Dino sat back on the couch, enjoying his lukewarm cup of coffee and not finding a single reason worth complaining that he hadn’t been able to drink it hot. This was just fine, too.

“Go!” Karen urged, laughing.

Turning his head slightly, Dino listened as tiny feet padded down the hallway from the baby’s bedroom all the way to the living room. Junior’s eyes lit up and widened as he came to the entryway and took in all the lights of the tree and the sparkling wrapping paper of the gifts underneath.

Then, as quick as the presents had caught his attention, Junior looked to something else, or rather, someone else.