Chapter 39
WORTH
When I wake, the first thing I feel is warmth.
Mya’s arm is draped across my chest, her leg hooked over mine, hair a dark tangle on the pillow beside me. She’s out cold.
I laugh quietly to myself.
This is the same woman who made a huge deal about needing her own room before she moved in, who didn’t want to confuse boundaries. Yet every night since, she’s ended up right here, in my bed and in my arms.
I guess boundaries only apply until the lights go out.
Slowly, I wrap an arm over her waist and pull her closer. Mya makes a sleepy sound, her body instinctively curling into mine. Her ass rubs against my hardening cock.
I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling that soft, warm scent that’s become so familiar. My fingers find the curve of her hip, tracing lazy circles along the skin beneath the hem of her sleep shirt.
Mya stirs, body twitching, her leg shifting against me.
“Worth,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, pretty girl,” I whisper.
She lets out a soft, drowsy sigh and squirms again, not fully awake but already responsive. I can feel the goosebumps rising beneath my touch, the way her breath hitches when my fingers drift up to her ribs.
I pinch her chin between my fingers, guiding her face back to mine. The kiss that follows is searing and full of everything I shouldn’t want this much. Mya melts against me, kissing me back with the same need that’s burning in my chest.
Her lashes lift slowly, and when her eyes finally meet mine, the air shifts. It’s like the whole damn room forgets how to breathe.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur against her lips.
“Don’t,” she says, catching my bottom lip between her teeth.
I hiss through a grin. “You brat.”
Before she can answer, I grab her waist and pull her up, settling her over me until she’s straddling my lap.
As soon as she’s on me, I feel the warm heat of her pussy through my briefs.
“Are you not wearing anything under that shirt, Kitten?”
Mya bites on her lip and shakes her head. “I didn’t want you to ruin yet another pair of panties,” she says with a giggle. The sound hardens my dick even more, and I begin to grind against her.
“Did my dirty girl go to sleep with the intent of getting fucked this morning?” I bring my hands up to her breasts to tug on her nipples.
Mya moans, throwing her head back, and starts rotating her hips in tune with my movements.
I look down and see a patch of darkness on my crotch.
“Look at the mess you’re making, baby. Let me clean that up for you. ”
I flip her onto the bed, her surprised gasp turning into a laugh, then climb over her, bracing one hand beside her head. I press my mouth to the curve of her neck, the skin there warm and soft.
My lips trace a slow path down, over her collarbone, across her chest, until I reach her stomach. Every inch of Mya shivers beneath my mouth, every breath catching like she’s trying not to fall apart too soon.
Once I’m settled between her legs, I let the tip of my nose ghost over her clit, and she arches off the bed.
“You’re already squirming, waiting to be devoured,” I taunt, teasing her with slow kisses over her mound, avoiding the place she wants me the most.
Mya writhes underneath me, making pleading noises.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You, please. Your mouth. On me,” she says, struggling through the words.
“Such a good wife, always saying please for her husband,” I praise, giving her sex one quick flick of my tongue.
Mya moans louder, and I finally put my mouth on her clit, sucking it and swirling my tongue just the way she likes it.
“Yes. Oh my God. That’s so good, Worth.”
I hum as I devour her. Mya’s sounds and taste turn me on so much, I can barely keep it together.
I grind my cock into the mattress, chasing any type of friction I can get as I munch on her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. Because soon enough, there won’t be a tomorrow, and the thought of not having her—of losing this—drives me out of my fucking mind.
“Mine,” I growl, the word tearing from my chest before I can stop it.
Mya’s legs clamp around my head, squeezing my ears as she starts to ride the wave of her orgasm.
I take the opportunity to slip two fingers inside her, and her hips buck once more.
She’s so close and so am I, humping the bed like a goddamn teenager in heat.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this uncontrollable need to fuck something.
The difference is that this time, Mya is the only thing I want to penetrate.
After a couple minutes of sucking on her clit and fingering her g-spot, Mya erupts, her climax hitting her hard enough to explode. Her pussy throbs against my tongue.
She screams, probably forgetting that we’re not home alone, and as reckless as it may be, I don’t give a shit right now. Brianna’s room is at the other end of the hall, so I doubt she’d hear anything anyway.
Mya’s walls clench around my fingers and when I pull them out, I draw a gush of liquid.
That’s all it takes. I chase my own release, grinding against the sheets like a madman. Then, I come almost violently in my briefs without even being touched.
Holy fuck. I glance up at Mya with a wide grin.
“Baby. You just squirted all over me.”
It takes her a few seconds to register what I said, and she jolts up. “I did what?”
I chuckle. “You just squirted.”
Mya’s cheeks redden. “Oh my God!” She looks down at the sheet where there is a massive round patch of wetness. “I’m so sorry!”
I scowl. “Don’t ever apologize for that, Mya. It’s a damn pleasure to be showered by you.”
She lowers her head. “I’ve never done that before.”
Pride swells in my chest. “You better not be lying to me.”
Mya giggles. “I swear. Most men weren’t even able to get me there, let alone make me squirt.”
I groan and pull her back on top of me, needing her close again.
“Don’t ever talk to me about other men when I’m still covered in you,” I grit out. “Actually, don’t talk about other men, period.”
The thought of anyone else’s hands on her makes something dark coil low in my chest. It’s irrational, I know that. But every day she’s around me, the need to claim her and make her mine in every possible way only gets harder to fight.
Mya rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
I pinch her nipple and she squeals. “What was that for?”
“For giving me attitude,” I say, unable to hide my grin.
She narrows her eyes, her lips curving. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let it slide.”
She settles over me again, her breath catching. “Your briefs are all wet.” Her eyes widen like saucers at the realization. “Wait. Did you? In your pants? While you were eating me out?” Her shock is comical, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, pretty girl. I came in my pants while your pussy was in my face. That’s how good you taste.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And I’m not close to being done with you yet.”
I hoist myself up to remove my briefs, then I grab Mya’s waist.
“Sit down, baby.”
She shakes her head. “I decide when, playboy.”
I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles out of me. “Oh, yeah? Is that so?”
“Yup. It’s my turn to tease you.”
“Careful what you start, Mya. You might not like how it ends.”
She tilts her head, watching me with a devilish grin.
“I just think you can’t handle it, Mr. Miller.” She lowers herself on my cock though she doesn’t put it inside her yet. It’s still soft, but the way Mya moves on top of me has it hardening by the second.
She slides her wet pussy over my length at a torturing pace, moaning each time her clit meets the head. Fuck. Am I going to come from friction alone—again?
Reel it the fuck in, Worth.
“I’m not above begging, Kitten. Please put me out of my misery and sit on me.”
But the brat decides to tease me some more; she grabs hold of my cock with a warm palm and puts the tip at her entrance, inching in and out without fully sitting down.
“Fuck. What will it take?” I groan. At this point, I’m squirming beneath her like a desperate man barely holding it together.
I drag a hand down my face, breath coming rough. “Mya.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t take it anymore.” My voice is ragged, sweat beading at my brow.
Her lips curve. “But you’re doing so well, daddy.”
My pulse spikes, and something between a growl and a laugh rumbles in my chest. She has no idea who she’s playing with.
“That’s it.”
I grab Mya and slam her down onto my cock.
She screams while I suppress a whimper, and I begin to move underneath her. Every thrust steals the breath from Mya’s lungs, but she smiles, like the wicked little vixen she is.
“Is this what you were planning all along?” I rasp. “You wanted me to lose control?”
“Y-yes.”
“Brat.” A smile tugs at my mouth. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you called me that.”
“Maybe.”
“What am I going to do with you, pretty girl?”
Keep you forever, my heart says.
But you can’t, my mind snaps back.
Why the fuck not?
The argument is so loud inside me, it rips a sound from my throat. I growl—at her, at myself, at the impossible truth. That I can’t seem to stop wanting Mya.
The push and pull between us is electric and neither of us is willing to surrender, both addicted to the game.
I continue to fuck her, letting out my frustration on her sweet cunt and she takes every damn thrust. Mya pushes my hands off her waist.
“Let me.”
“Be my guest.”
Then, she starts riding my cock like the sexiest professional bull rider.
“You’re fucking trouble,” I groan, watching her slam herself down on me while flicking her clit with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. She closes her eyes and moans my name.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
My voice quivers with my next inhale. “I’m right there with you, baby girl.”
After a few more bounces, Mya brings her lips to mine in a searing kiss as she climaxes. She breathes my name like a confession, and I swallow her whimpers, letting them mix with the broken sounds that escape me when my orgasm hits me.