Page 45 of Worth Loving You

“Ah, yes!” I whimpered. Clutching his wrists, my spine curved, and my face upturned to the ceiling, I quickly gyrated against him, his mouth, chin, and nose all buried in my slit.

His teeth bit down on my clit, and I screamed, bucking into him so hard, the legs of the chair screeched on the floor. The entire room spinning, the pressure broke, and I climaxed, my screams echoing in the huge, empty apartment.

“Milo!” I blubbered, slapping at his arms when he wouldn’t let me come down. “Milo, Milo!”

Growling, he finally relented and snatched his head back, his hot pants tickling my sensitive flesh. His eyes dark and smoldering, his tongue snaked out to lick his mouth covered in my juices.

“Damn, you taste so good. I could spend all day in your pussy, baby girl.”

Gasping, my muscles quivering, I sank down, my hands clutching at the back of the chair. My lids fluttered closed, my forehead resting to his. “Holy, shit,” I whispered.

He cupped my cheeks and forced me back a bit to make eye contact. “You don’t ever worry about the other girls, baby girl. You’re the one my people are going to see at my side. You’re the one I take care of. You’re my woman, they’re nothing compared to you.”

Then why wouldn’t he just get rid of them?

And what, commit to me? I didn’t want a commitment with this man. Other than his money and the sex, I didn’t want anything from him. So why was I even jealous of the other women?

“Can I at least ask you to wear condoms with them?”

His lids narrowed and he huffed, the smell of my pussy filling the space between us. “Fine. I’ll wrap it up with the others. You,” he groaned, stretching his neck to bite my bottom lip, his eyes glowing mischievously. “Need to take my throbbing dick out my pants and sit on it because I’m about to fill you with cum before I have to get to work.”

Dropping my chin, I kissed him, tasting myself as our tongues swirled together. Fumbling with his pants, he jutted his hips up to push his trousers down to his knees. Then he shoved me to my feet, spun me around, and pulled me back down, thrusting inside.

“Goddamn, yes,” he sighed, kneading the flesh of my ass cheeks. “I’m going to miss this.”

Bristling, I craned my neck to peek over my shoulder. “Miss? You’re going somewhere?”

He wouldn’t look at me, too busy watching my ass cheeks jiggle every time I bounced. “Mm, yeah. Gotta head to New York for a couple weeks. Jesus, that’s beautiful.”

“Again? When?” I shrieked, not liking the empty feeling weighting my stomach.

“In the morning. Fuck me, baby girl. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

His palm slapped a cheek. Giving in to the lust, I held the end of the chair’s arms and rocked fast and hard.

He choked, writhing beneath me. “That’s my girl. Oh, fuck, Chazzy, you’re so amazing.”

His legs closed for a moment and then pushed open with a vicious thrust, his nails scratching my skin as he growled and came.

Sagging into the cushions, his feet slid across the floor, his palms petting my ass. Breathing erratically, he patted the side of my thigh and whispered, “Okay, sweetheart, get up. I gotta get dressed.”

Carefully standing and clenching my muscles, I started to walk to the bathroom when he grabbed my wrist.

“Where you going?” he hissed, narrowing his lids.

“To…” My brows furrowed at his suspicious peer. “The bathroom to clean up.”

He grinned, his head tipped. “No. Put your pants on.”

“But…”

Smirking, he rubbed his palm over my belly. “You’re going to put those jeans on and wear those panties with my cum in them until I call you tonight and tell you to shower.”

“What?”

“I want my cum on your pussy all day long.”

An uneasiness settled on my shoulders, but I let him help me step my foot into the other leg and tug them up. He jutted his hips and fixed his own pants before standing.