Page 81 of Worth Loving You

I nodded, too afraid to attempt to answer because I honestly didn’t know if yes or no would come out my mouth.

“Then it’s a no brainer. They’re done.”

“But…you’re going to give them all up for me?”

The corner of his mouth curled, and he cupped my breast with a gentle squeeze. “What can they possibly offer me that I don’t already have right here?”

Excitement heated my blood, my breaths laboring. Holding my stare, he made a few jerky movements below the sheet, pushed me to my back, and crawled between my legs. Laying on top of me, he kissed me, gazing into my eyes while stroking his cock along my slit to make me wet.

His lids closed and he grunted. “This,” he wheezed quietly as he eased inside. “Oh, fuck, baby girl, this is all I need.” He buried his face in my cleavage and gave a rough thrust.

I shrieked, arching toward him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Starting a slow but forceful rhythm, he sat up to make eye contact, his hands pressing into the mattress beneath my shoulders. “I love you, Chazzy. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. You’re all I need, baby girl.”

Whimpering, tears burning my eyes, I linked my arms behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He wanted me! Just me. He was going to give up all his lovers just for me. I was the one he wanted, not them.

Breaking away, nuzzling the crook of his neck, I rasped, “I love you, Milo.”

He grunted, speeding up. “Oh, god, I love you, Chazzy. So damn much.”

He shot up to his knees, maneuvering my legs so my feet were dangling over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he threw his head back and rocked in and out at a speedy rate.

I glanced at his arm bandaged up, shame burning my skin. I couldn’t believe I did that! I had never lost my rage like I had tonight. Even after attacking him, he was apologizing to me, asking for forgiveness.

“Oh shit, baby girl, I’m so close already.”

I did this to him. Not some flawless, skinny woman. Me, with all my imperfections and flaws, drove this man crazy with lust.

Pressing my palms to the headboard, I pushed myself further into him. Dropping my legs to plant my feet in the mattress beside his calves, I jutted my hips and bounced hard.

His jaw fell and he choked, holding his arms out and stilling, letting me take control. His lids clenched and his teeth ground, he hissed loudly. “Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes. Oh god, fuck me, Chazzy. Make me cum.”

Tightening my muscles, I tapped into my rage and gyrated against him aggressively, fucking him with my hatred.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, his back bending forward, his stomach caving. His complexion paled, his jaw gaping once more. “Christ! That’s so goddamn good, baby girl.”

His thumb tucked between my lips and practically attacked my clit. I froze, my breath caught, my muscles burning from holding my waist in the air like this. The orgasm built at an alarming rate, blinding me. Out of nowhere, it crashed into me, and I was flailing against him uncontrollably, screaming his name for the whole building to hear.

“Oh, god,” he wheezed, falling into his palms on my breasts.

Somehow still managing to hold my hips in the air, I circled and bounced and jerked and ground.

“Oh, yes!” he howled, his nails scratching my flesh. “Chazzy, yes!”

He thrust forward, knocking me down, and erupted, coughing and twitching. Our orgasms purging the anger and heartache, we collapsed to the mattress, sweaty and gasping for air, my heart renewed with hope.

“Makeup sex is great,” I panted.

He chuckled, sliding off me to his side, draping the hurt arm across my chest. “All sex with you is great. Jesus, you owned my dick tonight. That was your fucking toy.”

Giggling, I raked my fingers along his forearm, craning my neck to kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, baby girl,” he muttered between gulps of air. “You and me, forever, Chazzy. I promise.”

I twined my fingers with his and snuggled closer. I believed him. He was going to fix this. He was going to be faithful. This was a close call, but it was an eye opener, as well. He saw what his actions almost cost us both, he wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

Pushing all the red flags aside and tuning out the warning bells, I curled into his chest, closed my eyes, and went to sleep. I was going to put my faith in him, believe his apologies, and forgive.