Page 110 of Worth Risking It

Incensed with lust, he wasn’t even hearing me, I could tell by the look in his eyes, his ears were completely deaf.

I flipped to my belly and tried to crawl away, kicking my legs frantically.

“Oh my god, Wyatt, don’t do this. Please!”

Finally getting the flimsy pants off my legs, he growled and shoved his face between my thighs, his tongue burying deep between my pussy lips.

I shrieked and bucked upward, rising to my knees. Wyatt was crazed, his face shaking everywhere, his mouth, tongue, and teeth going through the motions as if he were literally eating my flesh.

My brain spun out of control, and I flopped to the wooden floor, trembling uncontrollably. My legs parted, my eyes rolled, and I moaned, my soul rejoicing at feeling his touch when I never thought I would again.

He broke away and pulled in a long, deep gasp of air, his palms kneading my ass cheeks. Craning my neck, I peered back at him, his face covered in my blood.

He gazed at me with an untamed passion that frightened me while slowly unfastening his belt. By the time he was pulling his cock out, I was snapping back to reality.

“No!” I whimpered, trying to crawl away once more. “No, Wyatt, we can’t do this. We can’t—”

He threw himself to my back, wrapped both his arms around the top of my head, pinned me to the floor, and shoved deep inside.

I gritted my teeth and howled in agony, fire burning as my flesh ripped.

“Oh, fuck,” he wheezed with a heavy shudder.

“Wyatt, stop,” I wept, tears streaking my cheeks. I fought too many goddamn months to forget his touch, his sounds, the way his cock felt inside me, I could not reopen that wound. It was too fucking hard!

He reared back until only his tip was in and then slammed forward, my sweaty skin squeaking on the hard floor as the force shoved me forward.

“Mine,” he growled, ravaging me violently out of nowhere. “Mine, mine.”

“Wyatt, stop,” I continued to beg, not because I didn’t want this, because I needed this! The fact I needed it this much was proof of how dangerous this was. If we started our affair again, I would never be strong enough to walk away from him a third time.

“Get off me.”

“Shut up! You’re mine,”

I swatted at him behind me, knowing it wasn’t doing any good. His cock was destroying my pussy, every barbell hitting every spot perfectly. His hips clapping to mine roughly, every stroke a combination of decadence and pain, I was hitting that wall in no time.

Banging my palms to the floor, my eyes rolled, I choked on a gasp, and came violently, thrashing about beneath him, screaming through gritted teeth, bucking and writhing uncontrollably. His cock pushed out and I squirted across the floor, sobbing past my locked jaw.

Wyatt flew down my length and licked at the puddle of juices and blood on the hardwood, working his way back to my quivering thighs and pussy. I yelped, flipping to my back and clapping my legs closed.

He growled and shoved them apart, thrusting back inside. Both his hands around my throat, blocking my airflow, I grew dizzy while he brutally fucked me back into submission.

“My woman, my cunt,” he shouted, bruising my hips from the intensity of his movements. “Mine. Goddammit, mine!” He threw his head back and howled, cumming deep while he shook ferociously with his release. Sighing, his muscles gave out and he collapsed on top, both of us gasping for air.

Covering my face, I turned away from him and wailed, my heart twisting in agony. Wyatt groaned and began pumping in and out, but tenderly this time. His face stained red, he scattered kisses everywhere, petting, caressing, loving me like he used to.

“What did you do?” I wept, shaking my head.

“I couldn’t help it. Ever since you came home, and I could smell your blood.” He grunted and shoved deep, grinding against me in wide rotations.

I yelped, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Oh, god, Chazzy,” he rasped, his lips on my ear. “I’ve been climbing the walls up there, feeling my blood rush with yours in my veins, smelling you. Jesus, kitten.”

My soul rejoiced, but I wept harder, knowing this could never be ended again.

Snarling his teeth, he shoved deep with another grinding circle, sending me into a frenzy of lust. “I knew once the baby was born and you started bleeding again, I was in trouble, but fuck.” He elongated the last word, dragging his lips across my flesh. “I didn’t expect it to hurt so goddamn much.”