Page 95 of Elevator Pitch

“What was there to say? Go easy on me?” She chuckles.

“I think that would’ve been a good start. Selah, if I had known—I?—”

She puts her hand up to stop me. “Don’t. I needed that, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Me either.”

I watch her closely and when she doesn’t respond, I’m unsure of how to interpret her silence. I enjoy her company andher comfort is most important to me. While I ache for another taste, I’ll savor what lingers on my tongue.

“I know what happened in the car, and I don’t want you to feel pressured tonight. We don’t need to do anything else.”

“What if I want to do everything?”

My eyes widen as she rises from her seat and struts towards me with a slow, seductive sway of her hips. Her pebbled nipples are nearly cutting through her silk dress.Fuck. The flames in her irises engulf me, setting fire to the remains of my resolve. I pick her up, setting her on the counter as I pepper wet kisses along her neck and collarbone. Desperate to taste her skin.

I drag my tongue up her neck and order, “Defineeverything, Sunflower. Tell me everything you want.”

“I want you to show me all the ways you can make me come. I want to feel your tongue on me. I want…to be a good girl fo-”

I cut her off with a devouring kiss. She grips my shirt to pull me closer as she moans in my mouth. She can have anything she fucking wants. If she asked me to obey her every word, I would. I break away to nip at her neck and her breath picks up as my hands travel down her legs to spread them open further.

I kneel before her and she’s dripping for me. I am salivating for this woman. I hover my mouth over her entrance and maintain eye contact.

“If you take your eyes off me, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

She nods in response.

“I know you’re excited, but I need you to use your words.”

“I…understand.”

“Good.”

I am so close to tasting her when I remember something she said earlier.

“You were being a brat and called me ‘Daddy’ before you went on a date with another man. Is that something you feel comfortable calling me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I ask.

I hold my hand to my ear, needing to hear her say it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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fine line

Selah

Manhattan, NY | January 19, 2024

I’m rewardedwith a swipe of his tongue, and when I throw my head back to cry out, he stops as promised.

Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.

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