Page 25 of Worth Loving You

“Jesus Christ, you tasted so good, Chazzy,” he rasped, petting the curve of my ass. “I mean, that was fucking delicious, gourmet pussy.”

Arching my brows, I peeked at him through my lashes, trying to process these unfamiliar sensations. Why was he sitting on his knees, staring down at me, talking, instead of licking me some more? And how did I make him do it again? Did I just blurt out, Eat me? Or was there a more subtle way of requesting a man’s tongue on my pussy?

A darkness settled over his features, and he crept closer, his thighs now meshed to the backs of mine, his cock on my jutted hip. Kneading the flesh of my side and ass cheek, he lifted it and pushed his cock down.

“What…are you doing?”

“You’ve been a virgin far too long, sweetheart. Time to share this pussy with the world.”

“Milo!”

He slapped his cock to it, and I choked, my insides bursting into flames. Aiming himself, he made several swipes of his tip before my muscles relented enough for him to aim at the opening.

“Stop,” I whimpered, slapping at him.

“Why?”

“Because I hate you,” I shrieked incredulously.

“But you want me.”

“But I hate you,” I reiterated.

Grinding his teeth, he gripped my stomach and back and shoved himself forward, tearing into my inexperienced muscles. Pain exploded, and I screamed, arching my spine. My toes twitching, a tear beaded the corner of my eye, my muscles burning from his intrusion.

“Uhn!” he grunted, moving his hands back to my hip and ass cheek. “Now fuck me like you hate me. Oh, shit, you feel so good.”

Suddenly, he was pounding into me like a crazed lunatic, rocking the mattress, the springs squeaking. There was no gentleness, no easing inside, just a burst of pain and ravaging.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

Grabbing my leg, he swung it around, forcing me to my back. Tucking his hands beneath my shirt, he pushed it up and tugged the cups of my bra down, groping my breasts like they were handles to fuck me harder.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight. Fuck, Chazzy, it’s so good.”

I was writhing, thrashing in pain, his cock feeling like a dagger stabbing me over and over. “Ow!” I wept, covering my eyes as the tears poured.

He tucked his thumb between my lips and circled the clit. I choked on an inhale, threw my arms out to grab the sheets again, and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Oh, yes!” I purred, curling my hips.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck me. Oh, shit, roll those hips, baby girl. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Ahmm!” Drawing my shoulders to my ears, I pushed the back of my head into the mattress and lifted upward a bit, bouncing against him.

“Take your shirt off, let me see those nice, big tits.”

I struggled to sit up, hastily yanking it off and tossing it aside.

“Bra!” he barked, folding his arms around my thighs to thrust deeper, his hips slapping against mine.

“Oh, god, mm!” Sitting up again, I fumbled with the clasp, but couldn’t because of the force of his body. “Wait, stop.”

“Don’t tell me to stop because neither one of us wants that.”

“Just…for a second.”

He paused, huffing quickly, his cock twitching inside. Finally unhooking the bra, I shrugged my shoulders, removed it, and tossed it.