Page 53 of Entirely Yours
“What was that?” I ask.
She pulls back, a renewed determination in her gaze. “I said ‘Okay,’” she states, as if it’s the most obvious choice in the world.
“Okay?” I double check.
“Okay,” she sighs. “Now, will you fuck me already?”
She’s not going to like this, but, “Not yet. But I will make you come.” I wink.
Her hand smacks me lightly across the chest. Her indignation is endearing. “Julien! Why not?”
“Call me Julien again,” I command, nipping her bottom lip.
Thea’s mouth comes to my ear, sending a tingle down my spine. “Only if you fuck me,” she whispers. “I might even call you Daddy if you do it right.”
“Fuck, Thea,” I grit. “Why does that fucking turn me on?”
“Oh, you have hugeDaddyenergy. Everyone thinks so.”
I pepper kisses across her chest. “Only care what you think.”
“I think… I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I am going to fuck that pretty littlecunt until you can’t walk straight. Stand up.” I help her off my lap and watch as she rises above me, both of us practically vibrating with anticipation. “Go lock the door. Then come take your clothes off.”
She listens like I knew she would. When she’s back in front of me, I pull down my sweats, just enough to allow my cock to spring free. Thea watches as I run my hand slowly up and down my shaft. She takes a deep breath, then pulls off the cropped sweater she has on. Underneath is a workout tank top and leggings that hug every single curve of her body.
Thea maintains direct eye contact with me as she steps out of her leggings. I glance down and see that this woman is not wearing underwear. I immediately stop touching myself because it is highly likely that I would come early if I kept at it.
Next, she reaches down and pulls her top over her head. Her tits bounce free, leaving me no choice but to close my eyes and collect myself for a moment.
“Your turn,” Thea prompts.
I take a deep breath and then stand to do as she says. Once I’m up, though, I can’t resist pulling her into me—feeling her naked body against my fully clothed one. She’s simultaneously soft, smooth skin, and lean, toned muscle from years of honing her body. It’s been weeks of torture as I’ve been allowed to look but not touch, all the while knowing exactly what touching feels like.
I indulge my senses for one more kiss and then tug my shirt up over my head. Thea decides she can’t wait any longer, tugging the sweatpants from my waist until they fall to the floor.
“I—” She stops to kiss up my stomach before finishing that thought. “I can’t lie flat on my back. I mean, I probably can since I’m not super pregnant yet, but it always makes me nervous.”
“I know, I’ve been reading articles.”
She looks surprised. “You have?”
I feel like that is the bare minimum of what I should be doing, and her surprise makes me angry. I thread my hands upthrough her hair, pulling it free of her bun. “Of course I have, Thea. I told you, I’m in this. For you. For the baby. Hell, I’m in this for Chloe too. Just because you’ve had a terrible experience before doesn’t mean I’m going to follow in that asshole's footsteps.”
She looks sufficiently chastised so I give her a quick peck on the nose to soothe my harsh words. Quickly, I turn and arrange our clothes into a bit of padding for us before guiding her back down to straddle me.
When she fully sits, I can feel how wet she already is. “Eager, are we?” She lifts a brow at that, moving her hips until my dick is coated inher. My finger finds her clit, rubbing melodic circles to work her higher and higher. She leans over, tits on full display, and positions me at her entrance. I slide in with my eyes squeezed shut. If I look at her while this happens, I will absolutely blow my load. “Thea, fuck you feel so good.”
I keep my finger working while she slowly starts bouncing up and down on my cock. Her tight cunt wraps around me like a vice, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before—because it’s her.
It’s us.
We continue like that for a moment, my eyes trained on her, noting every breath and moan as she gets closer and closer to release. When it looks like she’s almost there, I pull my finger away and lift her off of me, turning her around so she’s on all fours.
After making sure our clothes are still padding her knees, I slide in from behind. I miss her body, though, so I pull her up and sit back on my knees so she’s still able to bounce a bit on top of me.
“Look.” I hardly recognize my voice, but I’m captivated by the picture we paint in the studio mirror across the room. Thea’s lean body, flushed from her chest up to the roots of her hair. The contrast of my dark, tattooed arms wrapping around her pale, delicate form.
