Page 65 of Waste of Worth

“Careful,” she whispered against his cheek when he reached for the clothing keeping him from finding what he wanted. “Don’t hurt—”

“Hush.”

His demand worked; Karen quieted, a tremor working its way over her flushed skin as Dino worked to get her boy shorts down her legs and then once they were gone, pulled off her tank top, too. And yeah—it hurt a lot. His ribs ached with every movement, his injuries and wounds protesting each time he bent down to kiss her again.

But the silkiness of her skin under his hands was easier to focus on.

The way she bent into him, her back arching like a pretty bow under his touch, was far better to feel than the pain.

There and yes, please and more, Dino breathed in his ear when his fingers found her wet and hot between her thighs was a much more pleasant sound to hear.

He didn’t care that the pain in his ribs took on an almost stabbing quality when he kicked his boxer-briefs off. He didn’t care at all because that first thrust into her body, in the darkness with her skin glowing and his hands holding her tight, was heaven. Her sharp gasp echoed as her thighs fell open wider, letting him push in even fucking deeper. Her heels dug into his back, pressing and urging, while her fingernails scored into his shoulders and held so damn tight.

Tight like her pussy, he thought.

He could barely breathe when he was inside Karen.

It was a natural high, a cloudy sensation that colored up his mind and took focus in his body. A tightening sensation that curled in his gut with every thrust of his hips that demanded a little bit more while she asked to have it a little bit harder.

He liked that the best.

Her sweet sounds in the darkness.

Soft skin.

The slap of skin and her breath in his ear.

It made a beautiful melody, and he wasn’t exactly one for music.

Except for Karen’s.

She made the best kind with him.

“God,” she mumbled.

Another shudder crawled over her skin, and Dino caught her next moan with a kiss, swallowing it whole and keeping that same frantic, frenzied pace.

He just wanted her to come.

He wanted her to come, and then he could find his own bliss, too.

Then maybe, in the morning, he could talk more.

Maybe the world wouldn’t seem so black.

It was always bright with her.

Dino’s hand slid up Karen’s side to her throat, barely holding there before it moved higher to hold her chin and keep her looking at him as he fucked her. It got him off—seeing how her brown eyes shimmered with sin and need while she took every little bit that he gave.

“Come,” he told her.

Karen swallowed hard, her response catching in her throat. The very tips of his fingers glided over her wet lips, and in a blink, she had his fingers deep in her mouth, sucking on them as a moan vibrated in the back of her throat.

“Fuck.”

She came fast, tasting her own arousal on the same fingers he’d used to touch her with, while her head fell back and every muscle in her body clenched. He felt her teeth bite down on his fingers, and that was it for him.

The pressure building in the base of his spine released, and the pleasure raced after it as he gave one thrust, and then another before emptying himself as deep as he could manage into her clenching pussy.