Page 23 of Worth Risking It

My brows arched and I finally dared to peek at him. “I’m so sorry this is so hard for you. It’s really hard for me, too.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, his profile to me. “Whatever. You’re with the man you love and I’m…” He bowed his chin, croaking, “Just the bodyguard.”

I held his cheek and forced him to look at me. “You’re more than that to me, Wyatt.”

The angry squint bit by bit relaxed, his brow unfurrowing.

“I can’t explain it, but…” I pursed my lips and then pouted, whispering, “You are very important to me.”

He set his hands on my hips, gazing into my eyes. His palms gliding to the small of my back, he urged me forward and bowed his head, his face nuzzling my upper stomach, his forehead in my cleavage. Kissing my tingling flesh, he circled his head around, taunting before he suckled a nipple tenderly.

“Wyatt, mm.”

His fingers under my bra straps, he pushed them and my blouse down my arms, splaying his fingers out so they spanned the entire length of my back. Holding me firmly, he brought me to the mattress and laid me on my back, kissing down my belly to my slacks that were still unfastened. He took his time removing them and my underwear, flicking his tongue here and there to taste on his way upward.

He stood, the fire glinting in his smoldering eyes. Sitting up, my head tipped all the way back to hold our stare, I worked at his jeans, pulling out his cock while he pushed them down his legs and kicked them off.

I broke the stare to bow my chin and take his tip into my mouth, rewarded with a long, husky sigh as he took half a step forward to get closer.

Swirling my tongue over the top piercing, I curled my lips around it and tugged gently. Wyatt coughed and thrust, folding his arms behind my head to hold me still.

“Yes, kitten. That feels so good when you do that.”

My palm ran up the bottom of his shaft, my middle finger in the center of each piercing. Staying tender, the tip of my index went into the circle, and pressed down to feel the ring under the flesh. I circled and pulled it down with each rotation, making him shudder in pleasure.

He swiped his shirt off, tossed it to the floor, and stepped back to end the blowjob. My stomach swirling in anticipation, I backed up onto the mattress as he lowered to his fists on either side, matching inch for inch. When I was all the way on the bed, he swooped down and kissed me, crawling between my thighs. Our palms pressed together, our fingers twined while he leisurely entered me.

My soul rejoiced and tears burned, feeling our connection when I thought it was over and we would never be here again, every piercing stretching to my limit. Hooking my heels behind his knees, I thrust upward to take the rest, needing to experience that fullness.

“Oh, yes!” I cried out, pushing my head into the pillow.

His mouth immediately fell to my neck, his thrust slow and gentle. Whispering in my ear, he grunted and said, “I have never been with anyone who feels as good as you, kitten. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

The room shadowed in darkness except from the warm flames in the hearth that danced across our naked bodies, we writhed together for the rest of the evening, never getting aggressive or rough, but many times getting more than intense while we lost ourselves in one another’s stares.

He kept opening his mouth to say something, but would always kiss me instead, or suck on a nipple, nibble a lobe.

Shifting my weight, I rolled us to straddle him, our hands still joined. His jaw opened and closed to silent grunts, his stomach caving as I rode him with a deliberate and tender rhythm.

Sweat trickled down the dip in my spine, my hips rocking back and forth with a slight curve to the right. Finally releasing my hands, he cupped my breasts, squeezing and lifting.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his palms caressing between the tops of the breasts and my collarbones. Lifting to one elbow, he hooked my nape, muttered, “My kitten is so goddamn beautiful,” and tugged me forward for a heated kiss, the urgency building between us.

Dropping back to the mattress without ending the kiss, I laid on his chest, linking my arms beneath his neck, my breasts smashing into him. He embraced me so tightly, I was trapped and could only continue moving my hips which were speeding up with the approaching climax.

“Oh, god, Chazzy. You drive me crazy. Fuck, you feel so good. Make me cum, kitten. Make Daddy cum inside that beautiful pussy I love so much.”

My heart leapt at his words, sending me spiraling. My head whirling, I whimpered, tensed, and came, bouncing faster and faster, but not aggressively.

“Oh, yeah, that’s my girl. That’s Daddy’s girl. So good, kitten. Don’t stop.”

“Wyatt?” My stomach was so tight, something seemed to snap, almost break, when I reached the peak of the orgasm. “Daddy!” I shrieked, my body now flailing of its own accord.

His palms slapped to my ass cheeks to push me down and hold me still while he made short, quick pumps. “Yes, yes. Ah, Chazzy, yes, baby!”

Before his own orgasm finished, he was rolling me to my back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and starting again. My arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging, praying this night never ended.

“You will always be my kitten,” he muttered in my ear. “No matter what happens, you’re my kitten, I own your soul, and you’re worth everything to me.”