Page 26 of Worth Loving You

Milo growled and rammed hard, my breasts swaying wide. “That’s what I wanted to see. Fuck yeah.” He repeated the action several times, pausing between each to watch them jiggle. “You still hate me?”

“Yes,” I whined, but bucked against him.

“You still want me to keep fucking you?”

My brows arched and shame washed over me. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, pushing deep and grinding with small, hard rotations. “You like fucking, Chazzy?”

“Yes.”

“You waited a long time for this, and now there’s a dick inside your hot, fat, tight pussy,” he wheezed, gripping my waist and pushing me into the mattress. Rising up, he made wider circles, rolling my clit under the pressure.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I purred, arching my spine yet again.

His chin dropped to look down at us with a grin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, sitting up on his knees. Unlinking my legs from around him, he planted my feet next to his calves and held my knees. Pulling out until just his tip was in, he sank deep, paused, and did it again.

“This is why I wanted you,” he groaned with a husky tone. “Because I like fat pussy wrapped around my dick.” He threw his head back and let out another long groan, his Adam’s apple lurching. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “It just feels so fucking good, and yours is so tight since it’s never been used.”

His words were spinning a fog in my brain, all the discomfort fading into nothing but pleasure. I was reeling, my stomach cramping as I fought the orgasm. I wasn’t ready for this to end. I never wanted this to end.

His thumb dipped between my lips to rub my clit, his chin falling to his chest. His blond locks curled over his low brow, his gray eyes smoldering as he glared at me. “You’re fucking beautiful, Chazzy.”

My heart shot up to my throat, my lungs collapsing. He was hovering over me, looking at my fully naked body, seeing the curves, rolls, and stretchmarks…calling me beautiful?

Unable to stop it any longer, my hips violently bucked against his, my eyes rolling back, my lids fluttering.

“That’s it, cum, baby girl. Cum on this dick.”

“Ahmm!” I bit down on my lip, flailing about.

His eyes closed, his jaw falling open with a sharp grunt. “Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s it, Chazzy.”

The pressure broke and I was gyrating against him, my arms stretching above my head, my face turning into a bicep. My knees pulling to my chest, my toes curled, my hips bouncing into him harder and harder while my sight briefly went black.

“Oh, fuck, baby girl. Yeah!” he shouted. His hands tucked behind my knees to pound into me. “Make me cum, make me cum, Chazzy! Fuck me harder. Oh fuck!” he howled, shoved deep, and growled, twitching and jerking with his own release.

“Milo!” I screeched at the top of my lungs, all the tension draining from my muscles.

Gasping, he let go of my legs and they slumped to the mattress. He collapsed on my chest, his cheek on my collarbone, his hot breaths tickling my sweaty flesh.

“Oh, my god,” he whispered, sliding his arms beneath me.

I thought he was going to hold me, so I smiled. Instead, he curled his fingers around the tops of my shoulders and yanked me down the same time he thrust deep.

I choked, jolted by the movement. Next thing I knew, he was up on his knees, snarling, sweat dripping from his hair, the whole bed rocking as he fucked me senseless.

“Make me cum again. Christ, fuck me with that amazing, fat cunt, Chazzy. I need that, I need that!”

He was slamming into me so forcefully, I was scooting up the mattress, my palms slapping to the padded headboard. Using it as leverage, I pushed into him, grinding as hard as I could.

“Chazzy!” he roared, shooting up on his fists, hissing through his gritted teeth. “Don’t stop, baby girl. Right there. Fuck, that’s good pussy.”

My spine snapped, my hips bucked upward violently, and I screeched. “Milo, Milo, Milo!”

“Oh, god, you sound so sexy. I’m cumming. Yes!” He curved his back, threw his head toward the ceiling, and came inside me again, rocking in and out with tiny thrusts.

This time, he immediately pulled out and flung himself to his back, diagonally across the mattress. My leg fell, draping over his lower torso. Neither of us spoke, but he was caressing my calf so gently, I was breaking out in goosebumps.