Page 14 of Worth Loving You

“Christ, Chazzy. Been awhile?”

He had no idea! What would he say or do if he knew it had been never?

He added pressure, rolling the tiny nub.

“Ah, oh!” I screamed, my hand moving from his knee to the opposite thigh. Tipping my face to the ceiling, I was coated in sweat, my nerves tingling from the top of my scalp to my toes. My jaw gaping, my brows furrowed low as a guttural moan poured out of my lungs.

“Fuck, that’s sexy as hell. Oh my god, I can’t wait to see you cum.”

Whimpering, my head fell forward again, my knees teetering between locking and buckling so I was rocking up and down on his fingers. His arm stretched across his torso to push my hair aside, tucking it behind my ear.

“I gotta see your face,” he wheezed, speeding up.

Picking up my hand from his torso, he guided it to his cock and my natural instincts took over. Yanking my fist along his length desperately, I was spinning out of control, electricity scorching me from the inside out.

“Shit!” he rasped, his stomach caving. “Oh, shit, that feels good.”

Because this was foreign to me, every time I felt like I would break, I’d tense and push the orgasm back down; my poor body just didn’t know what the hell to do.

“Fuck, harder, Chazzy. Yank that dick harder, baby girl.”

My fingers tightened, my knuckles growing numb from the intensity.

“Oh, shit!” he roared, thrusting upward a second time. “That’s it, faster, faster.”

I was now jacking him off so hard and fast, my wrist was slapping to his thighs with a loud clapping noise. Precum had trickled out, wetting the friction, making a slurping sound every time my fist touched his head. His fingers quickening, my step widened to part my thighs, my stomach coiling.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, bending over him as the release built to a breaking point.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet.”

Wet? I was soaked, the juices smearing my entire crotch and inner thighs.

When his middle finger stretched a little further and touch the entrance to my vagina, I accidentally twisted my fist around the head of his cock.

He lurched, sucked on the back of his teeth, and tensed. His finger pushed inside, my jaw fell, and he came, his semen shooting on my face and in my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck!” he growled, jerking beneath me. “Goddamn, yes!”

I lost my balance, my forehead falling to his hipbone, an orgasm ripping me from the inside out. “Oh…ahmm!” I screamed, the cum on my tongue sliding down my throat as I ground my teeth, bucking violently on his hand.

I had cum before, this was not my first orgasm. For someone who had never been intimately touched before in her life, I masturbated quite frequently, almost daily.

Since I was not the one in control of this, my body was bursting at the seams. Whimpering, I bit down on his skin, screeching as I hit the climax of the release.

“Ah!” he seethed, lurching beneath me.

The first knuckle of his middle finger eased out, his palm flat on the outside of my pussy as he slowed his caresses to something gentle. My clit was pulsating, rolling under the rubs.

Choking, I released the bite and frantically slapped his hand, needing him to just stop touching me. Overwrought and going numb, the sensations were now almost painful.

Milo threw his hands to the top of the table around his head, panting heavily. The leg closest me was straight, the other bent to the side. Vaguely aware his cock was tangled in my hair, it was flexing and jerking as it softened.

Now what? How the hell was I supposed to stand up and look this man in the face after what we just did? How was I supposed to act? What did I say?

It was pretty safe to assume the massage was over. If the man was still tense after this, he needed help that was beyond my expertise.

A sickening sensation filled my stomach with dread. Was I now considered a whore? Technically, this man just bought a massage with a happy ending. That was illegal.