Page 61 of Worth the Risk

Something, or someone, has pissed her off.

“What a fucking bitch,” she complains when she reaches me.

“Who?” I ask like I don’t already know.

Dammit, I should have gone with her.

“Beth. She came into the bathroom as I was leaving. She asked me how my new boyfriend and I are doing. Then she asked me…” she stops, glances around to make sure no one will hear her, and whispers, “… she asked how soon it would be until you start cheating on me. That you probably already are.”

Now, instead of being angry, her face falls. She’s hurt by Beth’s dig and is once again questioning herself.

Fucking bitch.Why does she always put these doubts in Kylie’s head?

I need to put an end to Kylie doubting herself, and I plan to tonight.

“Hey, guys. We’re leaving now,” I say.

Not waiting for their response, I grab Kylie’s hand and rush her out of the bar and into my SUV. There’s no way I’m allowing Beth another chance at her.

After racing home, I drag Kylie inside. As soon as I shut the door, I pin her against the wall and kiss her hard, showing how strong my need for her is, how I feel about her, and my desire for her.

Pulling away, I ask, “Does that feel like a kiss from a man who isn’t satisfied?”

Her eyes are glazed over, but she shakes her head.

I bend her over the edge of the couch, ass hanging in the air. I give it a smack, and she yelps, and I pull her skirt up and over her ass before sliding her thong down her legs. Sticking two fingers inside her, I test her readiness.

Just as I thought, she’s dripping.

Good, because I’m going straight in.

After unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my zipper, I push my pants and boxers over my ass before my dick zeros in on her pussy. I nudge my way in, taking it slow at first, but before long, I’m pummeling into her like a madman.

She moans my name as she grabs a throw pillow from the couch and squeezes it, needing something to hold onto.

“Does this feel like a man who isn’t satisfied?” I ask again as I thrust into her.

This time, she doesn’t answer. Her pleasure will not allow her to. Not that I’m expecting her to.

She continues to moan my name repeatedly while I groan through my pleasure.There’s no better sexual satisfaction in the world than Kylie’s sweet pussy.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. Clench your pussy, baby. Make me come for you,” I beg her while I swivel my hips into her. She clenches, and my world spins on its axis.

Her pussy is clamping on my dick so tight that it has me ready to blow, but I refuse to finish alone.

Reaching around her, I rub her clit.

That’s all it takes to make her climax.

“Oh my God,” she screams.

Her pussy squeezes my erection, and soon enough, she milks my dick.

Fuck. No condom.

Quickly pulling out of her, I shoot the rest of my cum on her ass cheeks, skirt, and top. When my dick stops twitching, I rub the cum I shot on her backside into her cheeks, marking her as mine with my release.

How pissed will she be when she discovers I didn’t put on a condom?

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