Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

Pinned against me with her lips parted in shock.

“There’s one amenity I want to show you first,” I said.

I crashed my lips down onto hers, fisting the material of her pants. I hooked my fingers into the loops of her pants and pulled her hips closer to mine. I pushed my tongue between her lips. Lapped against the roof of her mouth. She moaned into me the sweetest sound that my throat was begging to swallow whole. I loomed over her. My cock immediately jolted to life. My body heated with a feverish desire for her, and I knew I wouldn’t stop until every inch of her was reminded of who could touch her.

Who could cherish her.

Who could have her body whenever he wanted.

Her hands slid into my hair as I ripped her away from the wall. She squealed as we danced around the room before she fell to the bed. Her lips swelled against mine as I rid her of her pants. Her soaked panties filled the room with a decadent smell. One I’d come to associate with her and only her.

“Does he touch you like I do?” I asked.

I pulled back from her lips and gazed into her hooded eyes.

“What?” Michelle asked breathlessly.

“Does he touch you like I do?”

I cupped her clothed pussy and watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“No one does,” she said with a whisper.

“Does he kiss you like I do?” I asked.

My lips fell to her neck as she opened herself up to my further.

“No one,” she said with a whimper.

“Does he make you cum like I do?”

I slipped my hand into her panties and slid my fingers into her tight, warm entrance. My thumb pressed into her clit, circling it as I watched her jaw unhinge in pleasure. I nibbled on her lower lip and raked my teeth against it, watching as goosebumps trickled over her body. She bucked into my palm. Her juices leaked onto my skin. I pressed every button and stroked every spot I knew to exist within her, watching as she unraveled below me. My eyes widened as her back arched. I panted along with her as her pussy rippled around my fingers. Her legs tensed and her body shook, and she gasped for air as my name slipped from her lips.

“Grayson. Yes. Oh. Shit. Yes.”

She collapsed to the bed as my thumb slowly stroked her clit, watching with delight as her body jumped for me.

“No,” she said, as her head moved side to side. “No one makes me cum like you do.”

“Then you better not forget it,” I said, as I hovered over her.

Chapter 14

Michelle

His words were hot and my body was his to command. His intense pursuit of me left me breathless as he slid his fingers from my panties. I wanted more of him. Needed more of him. I wanted his comforting body to blanket mine and take me to heights I knew only he could provide. I laid there, with my legs spread open, as he stood up and rid himself of his clothes. They fell to the floor in a forgotten pile as he stood there, marveling at my pussy as it dripped for him.

He wanted me. I saw it in his eyes.

And it made me want him all the more.

He fell to my body, his lips crashing into mine. I felt his hand guide his cock to my entrance, then he slammed himself in without a second thought. My nails raked along his skin as he ground into me. My legs wrapped around him as I held on for the ride, panting and whimpering and peppering his shoulder with kisses. He was an animal. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of the room of the house. His cock grew thick against my walls as my heels dug into the small of his back.

“So tight for me. Only me, Michelle. Only me.”

I hoped he meant it. With all my might, I hoped he meant it.

Because I felt myself falling into his orbit once again.