Page 86 of Worth Loving You

He froze, his expression dropping. Sitting up, he clasped my cheeks and moved his face, so our noses touched. “I told you, it was a game.”

My features contorted with the agony, and I tried to pull away.

“No!” he insisted, almost frantic. “Don’t, baby girl. Don’t. You are not a game. You were in the beginning, but ever since I realized I love you, you were never part of the game.”

“It hurts so much that you slept with her. I mean, all your lovers hurt, but Jennifer? My best friend? My roommate? When I was in the same apartment while you were doing it? How was I not part of the game when you sneak out of our bed to crawl into hers?”

Sadness coated his gray irises. “I guess I didn’t know how to cut off the game. I’d been playing it so long, I didn’t realize…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his thumb whisking the tear before it left my bottom lashes.

“I don’t want to play games anymore. I just want you. Only you. I promised to get rid of the affairs and I told you my secrets about my family. You think I’m still playing?” he shouted, getting desperate. “You know things now, things you should not know. I didn’t need to divulge as much as I did.

“I did it because I trust you. I have faith in us.” A wildness flickered in his eyes, his spine straightening and his hold tightening. “You can’t leave me, Chazzy. You can never leave me. Say it. Say you’ll never leave me. Say it!” he roared, echoing to the ceiling.

My heart and blood slowed, chilling. Licking my lips, I trembled and breathed, “I’ll never leave you.”

His lids closed and he engulfed me with his arms, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Thank you, baby girl. Thank you.”

His mouth and tongue were on my skin, his hips grinding to mine. Lowering an arm to grope my breast, he fanned the flames of desire in my gut, shifting my attention from fear to arousal.

Dragging his tongue to my ear, he whispered, “You’re going to marry me, Chazzy. You’re going to be my wife and I’m never letting you go.”

Sighing, I leaned into him, pushing him against the headboard. My palms pressed to the velvet padding, I dropped my chin to lose myself in his eyes, speeding up my rotations.

His upper lip curled around his gritted teeth and then his jaw fell with a grunt, his eyes rolling. “Yes, yes,” he whispered, squeezing my ass cheeks. Yanking on them with every thrust, he quickened the pace even more. Biting down on his bottom lip, he curled his spine, rolled his head, and sank with another grunt.

I could watch him all day long and never get tired. Hell, I could climax just seeing him in the throes of passion.

Our thighs now clapping together, my breasts were swaying from the force, smacking against his chest. He grinned, loving every minute.

Before we could cum, I dropped down and stilled, grinding slowly. I wasn’t ready for the orgasms. I wanted to prolong this.

Scooting off his lap, I sat up on my knees, flashed a flirtatious grin, and turned around. I threw my leg back over his and scooted toward him.

“Oh, baby girl,” he groaned, fondling my ass, parting, lifting, and then pushing them together over and over. “I do love watching you jiggle when I pound into you like this.”

He gripped his base and aimed it, but I stopped him. Craning my neck, I peeked over my shoulder, overwhelmed with lust.

“Move that a little higher.”

A little at a time, his lids rounded with a naughty smirk. Not taking his focus off mine, he pushed on a cheek and repositioned his dick.

Inch by inch, I lowered, my jaw falling more and more as the pain seared through me. Sweating and quaking, I clamped my teeth together, screamed, and hastily forced myself down, taking his length into my ass.

Milo shot up, choking on an inhale. His legs scrambling beneath me, both his palms slapped to my back, his nails tearing my flesh.

“Oh, shit, Chazzy, why did you do that? Oh, god.” He was jerking uncontrollably, cumming. “Fuck, you can’t do that to me.”

Narrowing my lids, I held on to his shins and violently bounced up and down.

He blanched, shaking his head. “No, no, stop.”

“Fuck me, Milo.”

He flung himself against the headboard, throwing his arms above and growling through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby girl, take it easy.”

Squirming, he was dripping sweat, trapped beneath me. After a few minutes, his muscles were yanking him erratically with another orgasm. “Stop.”

I wasn’t done.