Page 93 of Worth the Trouble

She drops her leg and starts walking toward me—an angel, a gazelle, weightless. She moves like the air is water and she’s swimming through it.

Slowly, she reaches for the bottom hem of her tank and peels it overhead, revealing her hard nipples and no bra covering them.

I love her tits. Small and natural and perfect and hers. I love her confidence. I love the way she licks her lips when she sees me staring.

Lili stops in front of me in her scrap of black underwear, and she’s absolutely flawless.

“Do you enjoy teasing me?” I ask, lifting a hand up to run it over her flat stomach, slowly trailing down, until it’s just a finger, skimming over her panties and teasing her pussy.

She bites her lip, holding in a moan. “Maybe.”

I slip my finger through the front of her panties from one side, all the way to the other, and pull her toward me, which makes the lace dig into her pussy. She gasps, and I want to do it again just to make her repeat the sound.

Tugging again, I make sure it rubs just right to hit her clit, and I can see the glisten of her getting wet from the friction.

“Two can play that game, you know?” I tug again, and her hips try to ride the sensation of her underwear rubbing against her.

I let go and she moans in disappointment, frowning at me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up so good; you’ll forget you were ever mad at me.”

She swallows hard as I reach down to strip my pants off, leaving them at my ankles and pulling her to straddle my lap. Lili wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I’m tempted to flip us around and fuck her from behind, so I don’t have to look into her big brown eyes. Because as much as I enjoy the sight of her pleasure, it almost destroyed me last time.

But I’m selfish.

I’m stupid.

I have to have all of her.

“You wet from the thought of me fucking you with nothing between us?”

Lili’s nails dig into the back of my neck. “I don’t ever want there to be anything between us.”

She seems almost scared of her statement. Scared to let go, scared to hold on. And honestly, I’m scared to hear it. But her hips grind, and I feel the excitement in the fear of it.

I grab my dick and slap it against her pussy, pulling her lace panties to the side. “Then sit on my dick and make me come, sweetheart.”

Lili bites her lip, turning it a deeper shade of red as she lifts her hips. I position myself at her entrance, and she’s so wet I’m already almost sliding inside her.

She’s the first person I’ve fucked bare and continuing to do so is probably the dumbest shit I’ve ever done. But I don’t give a shit as she impales herself on my dick, and it forces the air from her chest.

Her arms tighten around my shoulders, and she buries her face in the side of my neck.

“Rome,” she whispers.

Why do I love hearing my name in that half-breath from her lips? A space midway between pleasure and pain. Because if she feels a fraction of how tight she is around my cock, it must hurt her too. But I don’t care, I want all of it. I want to please her, to hurt her, to ruin her.

Because that’s what she’s doing to me.

“You feel so good, baby. I’ve got you.” My hands dig into her hips.

She pulls back and grabs the sides of my face, looking so deep into my eyes I think she embeds herself in my brain. Her hips start to move, and I can see every sensation she’s feeling. But she doesn’t pick up the pace. She rides me slowly, and I let her.

She feels like the bridge between heaven and hell, but I can’t decide in which direction I’m going.

Her thumbs graze my lips before she leans in for a kiss. And with my dick so far inside her I feel like I’m coming out the other side, she circles. She swivels. Our tongues dance like she did around the pole while her hips ride me like she can’t get enough.

She moves until she starts to shake, and the pain of her pussy tightening around me brings me to the ledge. She moves until I do what I said, I fill her with all that’s left of me. My release, my soul, my heart—and I didn’t think that fucker existed anymore.

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