Page 24 of Worth Loving You

Chapter 9

Chastity Monroe

He froze, all the crazed lust draining from his features. His fingers still pressed to my clit, it was pulsating, thumping against him. My blood was racing faster than my heart could pump, building a headache behind my temples.

“What?” he wheezed, his Adam’s apple lurching.

Whimpering, my hands crept up and slapped over my face, sobs shaking my body. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated with a lot less authority.

“How…the fuck…is that possible when you are twenty-six years old?”

“Does it matter? Now you know. You know and you won’t want me anymore because I can’t possibly satisfy you like you’re used to. Now let me up.”

His fingers finally slid upward, but in a leisure, taunting way that sent me shivering, a soft moan escaping my throat. Bit by bit, he stood, his palms on my lifted knees.

I dared move my hands away just enough to peek at him. His head was tipped, his focus staring at my crotch. Mortified, I sniveled and closed my thighs.

“Huh.” His thumbs patted my knees, his jaw falling just a bit and to the side so his tongue could tap his molars. Holding my stare, he took one step backward.

Thinking he was letting me up, I rose to my elbows and froze while I watched him pull his belt, unfastening it.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking what I want,” he stated simply, unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping them.

“But, I told you—”

He pushed his slacks down and gripped his cock, stroking himself while he kicked the garment off his feet.

“One thing you’ll learn about me, Chazzy, is when I decide I want something, there’s not much that will change my mind.” He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, standing in front of me completely naked. “Scoot all the way onto the bed.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I want to go home.”

“You’ll go home when we’re done.”

“I hate you!” I argued, splaying my fingers out. “You’re arrogant, you’re a bully, and you got me fired. You ruined my life, and now you think I’m going to let you take my virginity?”

“Yes,” he stated simply, lowering to a knee between my legs.

“Why in the hell would I agree to this?”

His fingers were back on me, circling the clit. I fell from my elbows, arching my neck, my thighs parting.

“Because you want me, too. I don’t give a shit if you hate me. I’m not asking you to love me, I’m asking you to fuck me. Be angry, hate me. That’ll make it that much better,” he whispered, shoving his finger inside.

I shrieked, throwing my arms over my head. “No!”

Scooting onto the mattress, I rolled and tried to crawl away. He grabbed my ankle and yanked, making me fall to my stomach. Before I could get up, his palms were slapping to my ass cheeks hard, his face burying between my legs, his tongue swirling my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked, pushing myself into him. My head swam, the room spinning. Immediately, I began to twitch, my muscles flexing rapidly so my body jerked to his hungry slurps. “Oh, god, yes,” I cooed, curling my fingers around the blanket and grinding my teeth. I shrunk into myself, my knees pulling to my chest, so my ass lifted in the air.

He groaned, pushing my cheeks apart, his jaw moving up and down to add his teeth to the sensations he was introducing to my body.

“Oh, oh!”

Another groan, accompanied with a fierce shake of his head had me screaming, quivering, and cumming.

Panting, he sat up and I collapsed to the mattress, jerking uncontrollably, lights flickering in my eyes. My breasts and cheek on the sheets, still gripping them with my fists, I twisted my waist to curl my knees to my chest, gasping for air.