Page 87 of Worth Loving You

Sinking all the way down, I scooted backward, my feet now planted against the headboard under the pillows. Lifting my ass until just his tip was in, I slapped it back down.

“Oh, shit, baby girl,” he whimpered, shaking his head. He was patting my cheeks, kicking his legs.

I sat up and laid on his chest, pushing his dick down at an angle.

“Oh my god, Chazzy, have some mercy, baby.”

“You want mercy? Make me cum.”

He tugged at my hair and slapped my pussy, swirling his fingers between the lips desperately while I rocked up and down.

“Goddammit, cum! Please.”

When I thought I’d break, I purposely pulled up an image of him fucking Jennifer, forcing the orgasm to crash. It sent me into a rage where I was shaking the whole bed, bouncing.

“Oh, god, please,” he whined, speeding up his circling fingers. “It fucking hurts, baby girl. It—”

I clenched my thighs, lurched forward, lifted, and slammed down.

“Fuck!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, shaking with yet another orgasm. He sagged into the headboard, writhing beneath me. “Enough, enough.”

“Make me cum.”

Shoving his fingers inside me, he bit down on my back and gave me the last of his energy. This time, I let the orgasm have me. Shrieking, I rode his poor dick even harder, the headboard banging on the wall.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Before I could finish, he was shoving on my ass cheeks, knocking me off. His face contorted in pain, his dick instantly fell limp between his legs. He was shaking, convulsing, every bit of his torso bright red.

I curled around and crawled toward him, panting. “You ever cheat on me again, Milo Pampinella,” I choked, stabbing his chest with my finger. “I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

He pushed a chuckle through his nose, took a breath, did it again, and then burst out laughing, sliding down to the mattress.

“Come here.”

I nestled against his side, my chin on his chest, staring up at him. “I’m just as scared, you know.”

He frowned, lifting his head to peer at me. “Of what?”

“Us. When you love someone, it’s scary because that means you have to depend on them and…and that means you can’t control everything.”

His jaw twitched, his fingers raking my damp hair. “Yeah,” he sighed, his eyes searching my features. “It’s scary.”

“Trust me?”

Heaving a sigh, he cupped the back of my head and dropped a kiss. “Of course.”

My cheek on his chest, I carefully raked my fingertips over the gauze on his bicep. “I’m…trusting you, Milo.”

His fingers stopped, his heart thudding on his ribs.

“To not hurt me again.”

He deflated, resuming his pets. “You got it, baby girl.”

Like a dumbass, I snuggled against him, deciding to believe in him.

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