Page 75 of Worth Every Risk

“Oh, shit.” I begin to writhe on the lounger, my hips pressing upward, into his mouth. His jaw is hard, and his stubble rasps against me.

I thrash my arms, but the ties hold tight. I had no idea what sweet torment it would be to be unable to touch him. I have nocontrol, and it makes the wanting that much more desperate. And Lord knows, it was desperate before. I want to grab his head, tug his hair, force his face deeper, but I can’t do any of those things.

He slides one hand under my arse so he can tilt my hips, giving him better access. When he has me where he wants me, he feasts, his tongue alternately lapping in long strokes, then flicking in short ones as he teases my clit before he sucks on it. Pleasure builds as he works me with his mouth, and sparks fly through my body, making my toes curl. No one has ever given me so much pleasure before.

He lowers me, then slides one finger into my wet slit, then another, pressing against that deep spot within. His tongue continues to tease my clit, which is full and swollen and eager for release.

The pleasure intensifies until not even the rigidity of my thighs against his shoulders can hold it back.

And then he stops.

“What the fuck?” I yell, the tingles of my imminent orgasm beginning to fade.

“Hold it. Keep it right there.” He grins at me, his lips and chin wet with my juices. Then, in one swift motion, he’s on top of me, the reassuring weight, the heat of him, pressing against me.

He lines us up and then—“Now,” he commands, as he thrusts deep inside me.

My orgasm breaks with such force that I can’t control my body. I’m shuddering and jerking against him, moans and screams slipping from my mouth.

I’m so consumed with pleasure I’m not even here. Every cell of my being, every fibre is alight, burning with more ecstasy than I’ve ever experienced.

Matt rides out my climax, fucking me hard, each thrust shooting another burst of pleasure through me like the strike of a whip.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, God—”

“Not God,” he growls. “Me.”

I tug at my restraints, desperate to touch him, to feel him, to claw at him, but I can’t. Somehow, it only makes the pleasure last longer, the repeated crests of my orgasm pulsing through me; up my forearms, my hands, right to the tips of my fingers. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. My whole body is buzzing.

Matt pumps his hips, his huge cock filling me so completely, touching the deepest parts of me.

“Come again, come for me,” he says, his voice a desperate rasp against my ear.

And I do. My climax rises to meet his words, my pussy clenching around him, dragging his orgasm out.

“Oh, shit,” he groans. “So good, so fucking good.” Tendons in his neck stand out, every muscle in his arms and chest tense as his cock jerks inside me and the warmth of his seed fills me up.

He lets out a final shuddering moan before he lowers himself against me, pressing my breasts against his chest.

For a few moments, we breathe, waiting for our inhales and exhales to return to normal.

“What the fuck are we doing?” he mumbles, his voice soft, his lips pressed against my neck.

“Having fun,” I reply, still breathless. “I don’t know about you, but I’m having the time of my life here.”

He chuckles against my throat. “Don’t leave. Don’t ever go anywhere. I need this kind of fun in my life forever.”

Forever.

I say nothing, letting him slowly kiss my breasts, caressing my nipples with his tongue. I don’t know what to say, because I don’t know what this is. He’s still my boss, and I’m in a role that wasnever meant to be permanent. I need the cash, and I need to go back home at the end of the summer to be with my mum.

And then what?

I push the thought out of mind, focusing on the gorgeous man whose hands and mouth are slowly worshiping my body in the wake of our conjoined orgasm. But there’s a sense of sadness fluttering in the darkness that I can’t shed.

Matt stops touching me, his body going tense and still. Concern creases his brow. “What’s wrong?”

I debate telling him how I feel, but what’s the point? This isn’t a normal situation. We aren’t two people who met as equals, with a viable future ahead of us. He might have said forever, but I’m certain he doesn’t really mean it.

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