Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

I released her hair and slid my hands down her back, watching goosebumps appear upon her skin. How submissive she was. How open she was to new sexual experiences. The idea of training her—of exposing her to things she probably hadn’t dreamed of—sent my blood pumping wildly. I snapped my hips against hers, watching her naked body conform to mine. Her skin glowed and her mouth dripped moans that pushed me into the clouds. Her pussy fluttered and pulled me deeper, forcing my chest down to her back.

“Michelle,” I said into her skin. “You feel so damn good.”

And before I could control it, my cock burst against her walls.

I slammed myself into her, shaking as I unloaded myself into her body. Her legs gave out and her back arched as her face dug into the couch. I found her hand and threaded our fingers together, feeling her quake beneath me as her pussy milked me for all I had. We came together, bent over the arm of Anton’s couch while dust flew around our heads.

The room tilted so fervently I had to close my eyes in order to enjoy the searing hot pleasure rushing through my skin.

We laid there, panting against one another. I didn’t want to leave her. I didn’t want to pull away from her. But the second she started to shift, I forced myself off her. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her to her feet, taking in the soaked sounds of my cock slipping from between her folds.

I helped steady her upright before the doorbell rang.

“Oh shit,” I said with a chuckle.

“You have to answer the door. I can’t answer it like this,” Michelle said.

“No,” I said as my eyes raked down her body. “No, you cannot.”

She picked up her clothes and rushed down to the bathroom as I pulled my jeans onto my body. I went to let the furniture cleaner in, then I went to go get cleaned up myself. Once the furniture was cleaned down, there wasn’t much we could do. Which meant the only other thing to do was make us up some lunch.

Or an early dinner, depending on when we actually sat down to eat.

“What’s for dinner?” Michelle asked.

I peeked around at her and watched as she sat at the kitchen table.

“I figured I could cook us up some chicken and vegetables. Maybe open another bottle of wine. There’s still four bot

tles of that vintage in the box in the pantry.”

“Oh, that wine is so good. Sign me up,” she said.

“Not as good as you,” I said with a grin.

The furniture cleaner left around three, and after that we sat down to eat some dinner. I poured her a tall glass of wine before I sat down, pouring myself one in the process. We sat silently while we ate, with nothing but Michelle’s lecherous hums filling the kitchen. I felt my skin tingling and my cock throbbing. Even with the rich smells of dinner, the only thing that caught my nose was the faint smell of our sex that still lingered in the air. The tension between us sizzled. Crackled. Caused Michelle to blush every single time our eyes met.

“I should get going,” she said. “I’ve got the evening shift tomorrow.”

“Does that mean I could convince you to help me finish staging the house tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“I don’t see why not,” she said.

“Then I’ll pick you up around nine.”

We finished dinner and she was adamant about clearing the dishes, then we hopped into my car and I took her home. The idea of seeing her again bright and early tomorrow already had me excited for the day to come. I reluctantly drove her back to Cecily’s, though I had half a mind to tell her she was staying with me whether she liked it or not.

“Thanks for the ride,” Michelle said.

“Thanks for the wonderful afternoon,” I said with a wink.

She blushed, then leaned over to kiss my cheek. But I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. I turned my lips into hers and caught them, and the second I felt her lean into my touch I wrapped my arm around her. I pulled her close to me, pressing my tongue through her lips. I curled my fingertips into the tendrils of her hair, feeling her moan as I pulled her head back. I kissed down her neck, leaving her a shaking mess in the passenger’s seat of my rental car.

Then I released her and watched as she panted and closed her eyes.

“See you in the morning,” I said.

Her glassy-eyed look shot fire straight to my groin.