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“You can have sex with a man you can’t stand?”

Snorting, I shot an incredulous look. “Hell yeah. The angrier we got at one another, the harder we fucked. It was ah – mazing. Hate fucking is pretty great. Who the hell needs love?”

“I don’t know ‘bout this, sugar,” she sighed, picking up her pizza again. “But if this is what you wanna do for now, I ain’t gonna say nothin’. Just be careful, huh?”

“I will. It’s not like this is going to be a permanent situation. Couple months, I’ll have about forty grand saved up, and we can finally go on that cruise you keep fantasizing over.”

Excitement lit up her face. “Oh, that would be awesome.”

I grinned and took a bite. “So, how was your day?”

Clucking her teeth, she waved a hand through the air, rambling on about her day at work while I tried to smother the voice in the back of my head warning that I had no idea who this man was, I had slept with him without protection, agreed to be his kept woman, and didn’t have a clue where the money came from that was paying for my new lifestyle.

It was fine. Everything was fine. Nothing to worry about.

Chapter 12

Chastity Monroe

Pain contorting my features, my fingers balled into fists around the sheets, I was hissing through clenched teeth while Milo slammed into me from behind. My hair wrapped around his wrists, he was yanking on it like reigns, grunting louder and louder, our bodies clapping together. The slurping of his cock in my pussy was hypnotic, my muscles quivering from the orgasm he refused to let me come down from.

“Almost there, baby girl,” he hissed, picking up his pace.

Finally releasing my locks, my face planted into the mattress, my strength gone. Both his palms crashed to my cheeks, and I cried out, twitching my toes as the needles prickled my flesh and burned.

“Goddamn, that’s so fucking hot,” he wheezed, doing it again.

“Milo!” I was done, I was so done.

Over an hour and he hadn’t slowed down since he pounced on me the moment I walked into his bedroom. Never even got to the massage, the second he saw me, he was tearing at my clothes, shoving me to the bed.

Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice telling me this made me an actual prostitute, but as he groped my cheeks and jiggled them, his groaning getting carried away with his own building release, I found it hard to give a shit.

“Oh, god, I’m there. I’m cumming, Chazzy. Ah!” he rasped, his nails scratching my skin while he stilled, his cock twitching as it emptied inside. “Oh, fuck, yeah, you got good pussy, baby girl. Unh!” he grunted, making a final, deep thrust that knocked me off my knees.

Falling to my belly, I was gasping for air, my arms stretched out, my body soaked with sweat. “Jesus, Milo,” I panted, everything hurting in the most amazing way possible.

His tongue was dragging back and forth over my shoulder to my nape. “My god, Chazzy.” Dead weight on top of me, his fingers raked up and down my arm, breaking me out in goosebumps. His heavy breaths cascading over my cheek, he gulped and huffed, nestling against my hair.

“What?”

“You have got to have the finest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

Tingling with excitement, I couldn’t help the smile that tugged my lips. Well, that was a compliment.

“I know you were insecure the other day, but you have no reason to be. Shit!” he puffed, audibly gulping again. “What the hell? This body sure doesn’t move like a virgin.”

Giggling, I peeked at him out the corner of my eye. “I’m twenty-six years old, you think I never practiced?”

He sat up, his eyes dark with mischief. “Mm, so you touch yourself a lot?”

“I did. Guess I don’t have any reason to anymore.”

He crawled off and rose to his knees, gently slapping my ass. “Roll over and masturbate for me.”

My head jerked off the sweat stained sheets. “What?”

He was gripping himself, stroking slowly. “Show me what you did to prepare yourself for me.”