Worth More Than Money (Worth It 3)

Dropping my lips back to her mouth, her hands fisted my shirt. I backed her into her bedroom and closed her door with my foot. Our tongues collided, shooting jolts of electricity down my spine. Her movements were hurried, her fingers working quickly to unbutton my shirt. But I didn’t want the fury and I didn’t want the desperation. I wanted to savor her the way she had savored her meal. I wanted to melt into her the way dessert had melted on the tip of my tongue.

I wanted to kiss every part of her that I hadn’t yet, so I could fully experience the woman in front of me.

Chapter 22

Michelle

Everything felt like a dream. As Gray slowly undressed me and picked me up into his arms, my mind swirled with the events of the past few hours. The doctor’s visit, where Gray seemed more like a concerned and excited father than ever before. Dinner at Celadon, where I felt respected and admired. Treated like a queen instead of like a doormat. And as my back fell to the soft sheets of my bed and Gray’s body hovered over mine, I felt like a goddess. A beauty that had fallen from the sky, whose recuperation rested in the touch of the man above me. His eyes danced around my form, taking me in with an almost reverent stare. And I knew in that second I’d wouldn’t be able to hold back my feelings for him any longer.

I was completely in love with Gray, and there was nothing I could do about it.

His lips coated every part of me. The valley of my breasts. The dip in my waist. The parts of me tucked away behind dollops of fat. His hands molded into my excess. He slowly turned me over and planted kisses up the backs of my legs. Up my ass cheeks. Up my spine. I shivered underneath the heat of his skin. I locked my fingers with his the second his hands found mine. His clothing angered me. I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted his rock solid muscles pressing into me as he took in me whatever way he desired.

And it was as if he read my mind.

He rose up and I turned back around underneath him, watching him strip his clothes for me. Little by little, his bulging muscles came into view, complete with his dripping cock. His hands fell beside my head as my legs parted for him, ready to accept him with my heart and soul. My hands slid around his neck as my fingers twirled into his hair, my gaze locking heatedly with his.

“Take me,” I said, with a whisper. “I’m yours.”

He reached down and guided himself into me without a second thought. I arched into him, feeling his face fall to my tits. He rolled into me a deep, resounding movement that left me gasping for air immediately. He fell to his forearms and pressed kisses up my breasts, peppering my shoulder with them. My head fell off to the side. I allowed his lips to suckle on my skin and breathe marks into my form. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper, my pussy fluttering around his thickening girth.

“Oh Gray,” I said breathlessly. “You always feel so good.”

I felt him smile into me as he wra

pped his arms around my body. He picked me up off the bed, his cock still sheathed within me. He sat back onto the mattress and held me close to him, our eyes connecting as my hips swiveled. Slow, torturous movements that sparked fire in my toes. He held me tightly to him as we rocked together, setting a slow and steady pace. It grew and it morphed, and juices slipped from my body and onto his. I rode his cock in his lap, feeling the bed rock with us as my lips fell into his.

He laid me back down and inched my leg over his shoulder. He opened me up in ways I knew only he could. He stroked me languidly. Raked his curls against my clit. Covered my mouth with his as my moans grew, until there was nothing left but his name falling from my lips. My toes curled and my thighs quivered. He groaned into me as my pussy sucked him deeper into my body. I slammed my hips into his, chasing the only ending I ever wanted to know with him as my back arched my body into his.

And when I exploded, he didn’t stop.

Instead, he picked up his pace.

I came around his cock as he slipped my other leg over his shoulder. He pulled my hips to his, feeling me quake against him. His hands curled into my excess as he thrust into me, prolonging my pleasure and forcing my body to soar. His finger slipped between my folds and found my clit, tossing me to new heights. My hands gripped the sheets of my bed as I rose up, giving him more access to me and what he could do. Colors sizzled and faded. Sounds went in and out. Gray’s groans and grunts fell upon deaf ears as fire coursed through my veins.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I popped around him again, his cock riding me through my second orgasm.

I gasped as my legs slid from his shoulders, and in a flash his lips were against mine. His body rolled deeply, my bed knocking against the wall of his home. Our fingers intertwined and he pinned my hands above my head. My lips swelled against his assault. Our tongues battled for dominance as his cock pulsed against my vibrating walls, and I felt myself climbing again. Higher and faster than I’d ever experienced before. I bucked against him. Planted my heels into the bed and met him, thrust for thrust.

Murmuring his name into his lips as he swallowed my sounds, my body losing myself in his.

I arched into him and he molded himself to me. Caving to me so our lips never parted. My muscles contracted and my legs convulsed, visibly shaking with yet another orgasm. He grunted as he pounded into me, my pussy milking his cock for all he had. I felt his body release inside of me, painting my walls and marking me as his in ways I’d never allowed any other man to do.

Then the two of us collapsed to the bed, panting for air and pressing kisses against each other as we held the other close.

I laid there in bed that night, afraid of going to sleep. Afraid that, if I woke up, it would all be a dream. The familiar feeling of Gray’s arousal between my legs should’ve provided me with a sense of comfort, but it only made me nervous. What if none of this was happening? Or worse, what if this was all a smokescreen? What if things changed once the baby was born? But the way Gray had been acting all day gave me hope. It gave me the impression that maybe there was some sort of hope for the future.

Hope for our future.

And it was that thought alone that finally allowed me to rest.

I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming through the windows and Gray’s lips upon my forehead. I turned over and saw him lying there, naked and glistening with the morning sun. I smiled up at him and he dipped his lips to mine, capturing them in the sweetest kiss he’d ever given me.

“I hate to rush off, but I have some business to deal with,” he said.

“The world doesn’t stop for a man like you,” I said. “Go on. I need to get a shower anyway.”

I felt his hand roll over my stomach, his palm cupping it lightly before he bent to give me one last kiss. And that act alone sent hope rushing through my veins. The dam broke and I allowed myself to believe that this really was happening. Gray really was trying to make all of this work. The way he cupped my stomach, like he was trying to protect what was his? It sealed the deal for me.