Page 77 of Worth Risking It

Getting caught up, I roughly shoved her back down, my cock sliding into her esophagus. She jolted and gagged, wiggling until I released her.

“Sorry, sorry—”

“You want to play rough, Daddy?” she sneered, her hot pants on my cheek, her grip tightening around my girth.

My focus darting between her and the road, I gulped, my stomach knotting. “I got carried away, I—”

Her upper lip curled, and she yanked and twisted at the same time. My eyes rolled, my foot tapping the brakes. “Fuck, kitten. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“You already started it,” she whispered, repeating the action even harder.

“Fuck!” I roared, banging my fist on the steering wheel.

Stretching my neck to check for traffic, I lurched into the other lane and slammed brakes to make an abrupt turn down a side road. Ignoring the blaring horns, I hit the acceleration, flying down the dirt road until we were completely lost in the trees. Stomping the brakes a second time, the truck skidded on the snow covered mud, rocking back and forth. I shifted to park, buried my fingers in her hair, and shoved her into my lap.

She squealed, her arms lashing out.

“Suck it!” I barked, thrusting upward.

She coughed and gagged, slapping at me.

“You asked for it, kitten, now suck it. Make me cum.”

Struggling against me, she finally got free and shot up, gasping for air, spit dripping down her chin. Glaring, she grabbed my cheeks and crushed our mouths, her tongue battling mine.

I groaned, fumbling with her jeans. This was stupid, this was so stupid! We didn’t have time for this. If we knocked this off now and hit the road, we would just make it home before Milo. This was a risk we shouldn’t be taking. I couldn’t take her home with her pussy filled with my cum.

Even as that thought crossed my mind, I was turning sideways on the bench, pushing the console up. Extending my right leg across the back of the seat, I turned her around and yanked her ass toward me, tugging her panties aside to slam deep.

“Oh, shit,” she moaned, her palm slapping to the ceiling. Without any build up, she was squeezing her muscles, our thighs clapping as she rode me fiercely.

The back of my head banged to the window, my nails digging into her hips. Holding her down, I rocked her around, forcing her to grind against me and pull my cock in all directions.

She laid on my chest, her cheek to mine, so I could fill my palms with her breasts. I found it odd that the weight I once resented her for was now urging me into an orgasm I knew would curl my toes. Had I know having a bigger woman riding me would be so fantastic, I would have been sleeping with them long ago.

Craning my neck to watch her profile contort with her pleasure, my heart stopped, filling with love. No, this was all Chastity Monroe. She was what made all this feel ten times better than anything I experienced with any other woman. I was madly in love with her, and that’s why I was about to break through a frantic orgasm that would rock my world.

Her jaw fell and she shot to her knees, one of her feet slipping and almost hitting the acceleration. Lifting to my own, bending over her back to keep from banging the ceiling, I pounded into her mercilessly. The windows fogging with our heated bodies, the smell of her sweet pussy filling the air, I was falling over the edge, my thrusts coming in shorter, erratic pumps.

“Oh shit, unh, Chazzy.”

“Yes, yes, I’m cumming, Daddy. Give it to me! Wyatt!”

Growling, I shook, just my tip in as it pulsated, spilling everything I had. My jaw fell with a choked grunt, a palm kneading an ass cheek. “Fuck,” I croaked, shoving deep to finish my release. “God, I love you, I love you.”

Her face planted in the passenger seat, her body twitching uncontrollably. “Okay,” she whispered breathlessly. “Okay, okay. We gotta go, Daddy. Come on.”

“No!” I barked, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her to me when she tried to scoot away. “Not until you tell me you love me.”

She tensed, looking over her shoulder. Her brows furrowed, she shifted her weight, so we were sitting again, my back to the window, her weight heavy on my lap. Twisting her waist, her muscles clenched and jerked my dick, making me choke on an inhale.

Cupping my cheek, she said, “I love you, Wyatt. I love you more than anyone, ever. I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone else. Nothing will change that. Not the fear, not the risk, not being forced to stay with Milo.”

My throat tightened, my fingers petting her cheek.

“You’ve said so many times, Milo had my heart, but you had my soul.” She shook her eyes, her irises glimmering with sadness. “That may have been right at first, but now, the only thing that man owns is my freedom. My heart, my soul, this body, my hopes and dreams, they’re all yours, Wyatt. I’m only with Milo because I have to be.”

My fingers curled around her nape, our foreheads pressed together. Dread consuming me, I muttered a statement I never thought I would ever say in my entire life. “When that baby is born, disappear with me.”