Page 101 of Worth Loving You

Her head was tipped, her lips pursed in a silent oh. Her fingers curling over the top of my dick, her thumb circled the ring a couple times before daring to actually touch it.

She tucked it beneath the spot where it entered my skin and firmly, but carefully, stroked upward, flipping the loop.

I groaned, filling my chest with air, savoring her quizzical exploration, the attention spinning my head. It was amazing.

The ring swung back into place, the pad of her thumb traveling to each barbell, rolling them beneath the skin. I grunted, one of my knees jerking. Enough was enough. I couldn’t handle this anymore. I needed full contact.

I coaxed her feet to the floor and stepped wide, so her legs were between mine. Cupping her chin to force her to look at me, she had a sense of wonder about her expression, her fingers concentrating on the top bar. Rolling, pushing, tugging. She was driving me crazy.

“You’re going to be my kitten, Chazzy, and I’m going to be your Daddy. You may marry Milo soon, but after today, you will always be mine.”

Her movements stilled and regret flickered in her irises. Forcing my fingers and thumb into her cheek to open her mouth, I leaned forward and eased my dick inside.

My jaw lowered and I sighed, my gut knotting. Gripping the back of the sofa, I dipped my chin to watch as I leisurely pumped in and out.

She moaned, holding my hips, her tongue wiggling around the piercings. From this angle, because of my girth and her lack of experience, I could only get a couple inches in. Frustrated, I grumbled and stood up, glaring at her.

“What?” she rasped, panting.

I promised myself when I had this woman for the first time, I would take it easy on her because she was relatively new to sex. I was learning that was not going to be possible. The lust and need to dominate was overwhelming, so powerful, it was making me insane.

Attempting to slow the rage, I bounced a leg back and forth, tapping my thumbs to my fingers. “One, two, three, four, five. Five, four, three, two, one,” I chanted, closing my eyes, desperate to maintain control.

“Wyatt?”

My lids snapped open at the sound of her breathy voice calling my name. Her palm splayed out over the side of my hip, her thumb near my cock. Her eyes were full of confusion with a trace of fear.

It was impossible. I was not going to win this battle.

Growling, I swiped my sweats off the floor, grabbed her wrists, and hastily wrapped the material around them.

“What…are you doing?”

I was heaving through my gritted teeth, acting like a madman, I’m sure. Shoving her to her back, I tugged her legs up, tying the other end of my pants around her ankles.

“Wyatt?” she whimpered, more afraid than curious now.

It only fueled the lust fogging my brain. If only she knew how turned on I got hearing her apprehension. It empowered me.

“What are you doing? Untie me!”

I hurried to the edge of the sofa, curled both hands around her throat, and yanked her to me, forcing her head over the arm to stretch her neck.

“Wyatt—”

Pushing her chin down, I shoved my cock into her mouth, gagging her and cutting off her pleas. At this angle, I was able to go deeper, and I sighed. Hooking my arms into her pits, I tugged her further, so her head was now dangling in the air upside down.

She was frantically jerking against the binding, trying to free herself. One hand at her nape, I pressed into the center to encourage her to arch her neck even more. When she did, I pushed deeper, my tip hitting the back of her throat.

She lashed out, whimpering and gagging, so I pulled out quickly. She coughed and gasped for air, her skin red and already starting to sweat.

“What the he—”

Back in I went, nudging the opening of her esophagus. She retched and convulsed, so I pulled out a second time, letting her breathe. Coughing, foamy spit was building around her mouth, coating her upper lip.

“Please!”

“I’m not stopping, kitten.”