Page 64 of Worth the Risk

“Damn, baby.” My eyes struggle to stay open, wanting to roll back in my head so I can lose myself and come, but it feels too good to stop. My balls begin to tighten and a deep-rooted, possessive hunger threatens to take over.

Her eyes are still fixated on me, watching me struggle to maintain composure. It feels visceral to be fucking her mouthlike this. The sounds of her gagging and choking mixed with my grunts almost brutal.

He never did this to you, did he? He never let you be his filthy little slut.

I flinch at my own aggressive thoughts, but they don’t stop me from coming. In fact, it’s the thought that she’s only this way for me that sends me over the edge.

My groan is loud and low, my hand holding her head still for another second while I pump what’s left of my release into her mouth.

I see stars. I blink rapidly, letting my head hang forward for several seconds as the water runs over my shoulders. I don’t know how I’m even still upright.

When I do open my eyes, she’s still kneeling in front of me, lifting her hand to wipe away a drip of cum that’s running down her chin.

“Fuck.” I reach down, slipping my hands beneath her arms, then I pull her to her feet. “Did I hurt you?” I rub the remnants of her makeup from her face. “Are you okay, baby?”

She flashes a devious grin. “Yes, you think I can’t handle you?”

“I’m impressed at your eagerness to prove you can.” I chuckle, pulling her to me and wrapping my arms around her body.

Finally, I think we’re both spent for now. I take my time, lathering her body and massaging the parts of her that need it. I pay special attention to her wrists, knowing full well I lost control more than once with her tonight.

“Let me,” I say, pulling one of my t-shirts over her still naked body. I grab a pair of pajama bottoms, slipping them on and tossing our used towels into the hamper. “Now I need to feed you.” I plant a kiss on the tip of her nose, sliding my hand down into hers and leading us back downstairs to the kitchen.

“Fruity Pebbles,” she says, pointing to the box when I hold up my best cereal options from the pantry.

“I thought for sure you’d be a Shredded Wheat kind of gal.” He winks, bringing the box of cereal to the counter where I’m sitting. “Sensible with a hint of sweetness.”

“I figure I’ll just stick with my pattern of indulgent decisions tonight.”

“Hmm, is that what I am?” I pull two bowls down from the cabinet and pour a healthy serving of cereal into each. “An indulgence?”

She kicks her legs back and forth, eyeing me like she’s trying to decide. “I’m not sure yet. The jury is still out.”

She’s nervous. I expected as much. I don’t push for an answer. I know the fact I barely had to talk her out of anxiously leaving my apartment once she came down from her orgasms was a win in and of itself.

After pouring our milk, we both enjoy the first few bites of our cereal in silence, clearly ravenous after our sexcapades over the last several hours.

“Did you ever worry the sex wouldn’t be good?”

I look up from my bowl. “Between us? Not at all. You?”

She tilts her head. “I don’t think I actually considered it fully.”

“Is that a professional way of saying you never thought you’d fuck me?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, making us both laugh. “I mean—no, I guess if I had thought about it, I wouldn’t imagine that I would ever think the sex would be bad.”

I finish the last bite of my cereal, dropping my bowl into the kitchen sink.

“Not a chance in hell it could be bad between us, but you certainly—surprised me.”

“Do tell.”

I take her empty bowl from her, placing it in the sink and stepping between her thighs. She drapes her arms over my shoulders, as I wrap my arms around her like we’ve done this a thousand times before.

“Like this.” I glance between us. “The way we so easily fit together, comfortably in each other’s arms.” I brush her still damp hair away from her neck. “The fact I already have a favorite place to kiss you.” I lean in, kissing that spot on her neck that makes her sigh and her head fall listlessly to one side so I have better access.

“Tell me more.”

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