Page 61 of Worth Risking It

“Do you feel sorry for the man?”

I froze, my lids narrowing. “No. I told him I was engaged, not interested, and even slapped him across the face. He was going to rape me. Fuck him.”

He held my hip, pulling me closer, his still hard cock sliding between my thighs. “You are a lot stronger than you think you are, Chazzy. Believe it or not, you are perfect for this life. It’s new to you, and some things are going to shock you every now and then, but deep inside, we both know you were made for this.”

Purring, I pushed him to his back and straddled him, making slow, taunting circles over his crotch. His lids rounded, his palms slapping to my ass cheeks.

“I don’t really want to talk about that asshole anymore.”

“Yeah? What do you want to talk about?”

“You fucking me.”

He beamed, his nails digging into my flesh. “Yeah?” he rasped, thrusting beneath me. “You want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

My palms on his chest, I bent forward and bit his bottom lip, holding his stare. Just over a whisper, I said, “I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

His irises darkened with a sneer, a palm slamming to one of my cheeks loudly. “I can do that.”

“Yeah? I want you to fuck me in that hot tub out there.” Raking my tongue over his lips, I pushed my weight into his groin, rolling his erection beneath me.

His spine arched, a guttural groan rumbling his chest while his nails scraped down my thighs. “Fuck, baby girl, don’t stop. That feels so good.”

Scooting my knees a little further up his sides, I reared my ass up and slapped it down, grinding roughly.

“Fuck!” He groped my breasts through the silk, squirming desperately. “Yeah, that’s good. Faster.”

I sped up and cooed when my lips parted, his cock lining up perfectly against my slit. The back of his head was now rubbing my clit, tickling my belly with ecstasy.

“Oh, god, Milo.”

He bit his bottom lip, clenching his lids and bucking into me. “Faster, I’m gonna cum. Push down more, baby girl, more weight.”

A tremor undulated throughout me, my clit rolling from the pressure. Locking my muscles, my fingers curled into a partial fist, my nails clawing his pecs. Humping hard and fast, my head was spinning, my sight fuzzy.

“Oh, god,” I panted, my face upturned to the ceiling. “Oh, oh, oh.”

“Yeah, don’t stop. I’m there, I’m there. Unh!”

His head pushed into the pillow, his hands shoving me toward his knees. The tip of his cock stuck out from my lips, his cum shooting across his chest.

Giving into my own release, I laid down, smashing my breasts to him. Linking my arms beneath his neck, I rocked faster, gasping for air.

“Ahmm!” I whimpered with a small orgasm.

After a few, involuntary twitches along his cock, he chuckled, running his palms up and down my back.

“Ready for that hot tub?”

I giggled, lifting to one fist. “I love you.”

The man broke out in a proud grin, absolutely delighted at three simple words. “Let’s hit that hot tub.”

Brushing the hair off his brow, I lowered and kissed him without closing my eyes. The mischief in his irises switched to longing, his tongue filling my mouth.

The events earlier that night were already fading from my mind, proving I was either perfect for this life, as Milo suggested, or I was simply insane. Lack of empathy was one thing, I had long since come to terms with that flaw of my personality. Complete disregard for another’s life? This was something new.

And as I crawled out of that bed and that gorgeous man stood next to me, cupping my cheek while professing his love, I could not find a single ounce of guilt.