Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

He picked me up from the bed and barreled me into the wall. His hands pinned mine above my head as his lips fell to my tits. He rolled his hips and sucked my nipples until I was crying his name out into the empty house. My calls of pleasure echoed off the empty spaces as the room filled with our scent. I pressed my body into his. I felt my pussy squeezing him tightly. He pounded into me time after time, until sweat dripped down our bodies and dust clung to our skin.

“Gray. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. It’s you. It’s only you. It’s only ever been you, I swear.”

He growled into my cleavage, moving his face back and forth. The feel of his stubble against my skin was too much. I parted my fingers and allowed his to fall between them, then curled my nails into the tops of his hands. With my legs wrapped around him and his cock diving into my body, I clamped down and exploded as stars burst in my vision.

“Yes, Michelle. Cum on my cock. Remind yourself who I am.”

My body pulled him deeper as his hips stilled. Sweat dripped down my stomach, heading straight to our connection as I pulsed around his dick. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see straight as my vision tunneled. I felt his teeth sink into my breast, hanging on to every part of me as his hands finally curled around mine.

He held me in every way a man needed to hold a woman as his cock dumped itself into m

y body.

He slid to the floor, taking me with him before he collapsed into my body. Trapping me between his chiseled form and the dark walls of the home we had just marked with our passion. I closed my eyes and felt the room tilt. I drew in a deep breath and slowly felt my voice gaining strength. Our hands were intertwined at my sides as his cock pulled away from me, spilling juices onto his thighs as he sighed into my skin.

“If amenities like that come with this place, I’ll take it.”

His chuckle was warm, and it filled me with a joy I couldn’t explain. He released my hands before wrapping his arms around me, then helped steady me on my feet. I gazed up into his eyes and saw the animal slowly flee from his vision. And in its place stood the Grayson I had come to know over dinner that night.

“I think I’ll fill out the application for this place, too,” I said.

“Good. Then we can go get dinner. I’ve worked up an appetite,” he said.

“We just ate lunch,” I said with a giggle.

“You ate lunch. I ate a snack. Come on, get dressed.”

He placed a kiss to my forehead. A mindless kiss before he tossed my clothes to me so I could get dressed.

I was glad it was our last place to look at, because I didn’t have the energy to look at any more homes or apartments. I filled out the application and left the money behind, putting it in the empty cabinet for the landlord’s wife to find. Then, the two of us started for the opposite end of town. We pulled up to the only decent restaurant in all of Stillsville. An Italian place with a really nice selection of pasta dishes. Gray opened the door for me and he picked a booth in the corner, then the two of us sat down and placed our orders.

“I’ve never been in here before,” I said.

“It’s decent enough,” Gray said.

“You really must piss in a golden toilet, you know that?”

“Golden toilets are tacky. I prefer chrome,” he said with a grin.

“So, what did you think of the three houses we saw today?” I asked.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t choose the apartments. None of them were fit to inhabit. I think out of all the houses, the last one we saw fits the bill for you well. But it’s still not where I’d prefer you to be.”

“Where would you prefer me to be?” I asked.

“Not in Stillsville.”

His words made my heart stop in my chest. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

I found myself hoping a little too much that he was.

“Well, thank you again for taking me on the house hunt,” I said. “Hopefully I’ll hear from someone soon.”

“I’m sure you will,” Gray said. “When it comes to money around here, people will skip to anyone’s tune as long as they get it.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It can be, if money’s the only thing driving a person.”