Paying Her Dues - Page 26

He groans again. “Gonna be fucking tight. So we better warm you up properly first.”

“Anything,” I manage to say through my hazy desire, “Anything you want.”

In one powerful movement, he hooks his arm around my hips and hoists me up in his arms, my back to his massive chest. He carries me a few feet away, and places me on top of the table where he was working yesterday when I was teasing him out here. It’s a massive wooden thing, with slatted wood pieces on a circular tabletop.

He lays me down on the table, face up, with my heels just at the edge of the wooden surface.

Then he grabs the chair where he was sitting, and pulls it up between my legs, and takes a seat.

“Time for Daddy to eat, baby girl,” he growls, without ever taking his eyes off my folds.

My body rolls with a surge of desire and excitement, so powerful that it I can feel it right down in my bones. I want him. I adore him. I need him.

And I can’t believe this is happening.

He kisses the insides of my thighs, nice and slow. First the right side.

Then the left.

And then back again.

And once again I have that out of body feeling, floating above us. Watching us from above. I can’t believe that this is happening.

I can’t believe that Mike and I are doing this. Together. Finally.

His thick stubble tickles the soft skin of my inner thighs. I reach down, running my fingers through his thick dark hair. Noticing the beautiful lines at the corners of his eyes. The years of emotion. The experience. The wisdom. That just makes me melt.

He takes my knees now, shoving them back. It surprises me and I let out a gap that turns into a yelp. He doesn’t relent, doesn’t hesitate, and pushes me wide open.

But then takes another long moment. While he studies me like art all over again.

And he stays there.

Breathing. Growling. Wanting. All because of me.

But with every passing second, I feel my courage start to fall away. There’s no way I can do this. I’m not ready. I’m not even close to ready.

In all my fantasies about Mike, all my crazy dreamy thoughts, I never thought about this. Here. His power, his force. My fear. My innocence.

My body shakes uncontrollably as he gets closer and runs his fingertips up my clit.

“All your life I’ve looked after you, Jess. As long as I’ve known you, I’ve wanted to protect you. To love you. To have you right in the center of my life.”

My heart nearly bursts at the way he’s looking at me. But it feels so good that it feels impossible. Like this is all some crazy, impossible dream.

I savor the dream. Real or not, this is what I need and what I want. And for the first time in my life, I feel wildly, powerfully, genuinely beautiful.

The dappled light spills down onto us from between the leaves of the ashes above. The warm breeze shifts back and forth, making the little clumps of pampas grass sway. And now I focus in on his handsome face, his serious eyes. The determined intensity of his expression.

He parts my folds and sucks my clit into his mouth. My back arches up off the table. It’s so sensitive, I almost shove him away. My hips wriggle, my body twists, and I try to get away. But he’s much stronger than I am—much—and he pins me down on the table. Making me accept him. Making me let go.

He moves his tongue over my opening, exploring my folds, tasting my wetness. I grip his wide shoulders with my hands. Wondering if I might be about to come already.

“You’re mine now, Jess. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”

He licks his lips and wipes his face on my inner thigh. In his eyes, there’s something brand new. Ownership. Pride. Mine.

He goes for me again. Eating me out, going like crazy, devouring me like a starving man. He fucks my opening with my tongue and slips his big finger inside me. I feel the resistance of my hymen pushing back at him. And the pain of it, it makes my vision flicker, my hearing sharpen, the world come into ultra-fine focus

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