Page 54 of Church Girl
Flames start to lick at my cheeks at his continued silence, and the “Forget it” sits heavy on my tongue when he reaches into the middle console and removes a condom.
“I can already feel the chokehold that pussy’s gon’ put on me and I want it. Make sure you do, too,” he says while tearing the foil square open and rolling the protection down his dick.
In lieu of a verbal answer, I rise up, notch him at my opening...then slowly, so slowly lower myself down his dick.
Or try to.
What in the hell have I gotten myself into? Or gotten into me?
I whimper, caught between fiery pain and exquisite pleasure. Both vie for dominance, and honestly, I don’t know which is winning.
“Gotdamn, Liyah.” He sinks his teeth into that full bottom lip again, attention focused between us. “There’s no excuse for this pussy to feel this fucking good. You should be ashamed of yo-damn-self.”
If I wasn’t currently trembling, stuck halfway on his dick, debating whether I want to climb off or sink farther down, I’d chuckle at his words. But here I am, trembling and stuck.
His big hands rub up and down my spine, his heavy, warm breath blasts the base of my throat.
On a low murmur, he lifts both arms and holds my bare breasts. His lips close around my nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the hardened tip.
“Oh God.” My head falls back on my shoulders as he switches breasts. Drinking from me and steadily fucking me from the bottom. “Von.”
I can do nothing but hold on, and by the time I’m fully seated on his lap, I’m breathless, overflowing with dick and tipping over the edge into orgasm.
I cry out loud, shaking and creaming all over him, as the tip of that beautiful shaft nudges something within me that has remained untouched until this very moment.
Von holds me through it, dragging his mouth away from my chest to trail kisses up my throat to my ear and whisper things too low for me to catch given the roaring in my ears.
As soon as the first wave of the sensual storm passes, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my jaw and then proceeds to fuck the little breath I gained right back out of me.
I fist his T-shirt with one hand and grip his head with the other, hanging on as he goes wild beneath me and I go just as hard, riding him with only instincts and pleasure as instructors. The smack of flesh, the suction of wet flesh releasing and welcoming each other fill the truck.
And when he reaches between us, rubbing my clit with unerring accuracy, I again rush headfirst into a full-on orgasm that gives me no warning. It slams into me, and my back arches so tight I dimly hear the blast of a horn. It’s drowned out by the roar of ecstasy filling my head, tumbling through my body, pulsating in my sex. My...pussy.
Like he demanded, I’m a hot, sticky mess, and I’m making it all over him.
“Fuck.” Von’s voice penetrates the swarm buzzing in my ears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He punctuates each curse with a thrust against me, and seconds later, he stiffens and he throbs hard and deep within me.
The harsh blasts of our labored breathing echo in the truck’s hot interior that smells of sex. As the red haze clears, cold reality seeps in like a biting winter wind slipping through the cracks.
The modesty and embarrassment I wouldn’t let myself feel earlier creep through me now.What have I done?I cross my arms over my breasts, then quickly yank up my dress, covering myself.
“Hold up.” Von stretches across the console for the glove compartment and removes a handful of napkins and a bag of wipes. Wipes he probably keeps in his car for his daughter. The daughter I nanny.
OhGod. What haveI done?
While I spiral into self-recrimination, he gently lifts me off his dick and efficiently cleans me up, and I’m so deep in my thoughts I don’t even flinch as he swipes between my legs. It’s only when he’s removing the condom and dragging the disposable cloth over his dick that I scramble back over to the passenger side, tugging down the hem of my dress. It’s either put distance between us or offer to replace his hand with my own.
This is bad. So bad. I shouldn’t have ever kissed him, touched him. Because even as I mentally tear myself a new one for being so reckless to have gotten physical with my employer, the greedy need for a repeat simmers low in my belly.
I turn my head, staring out the window still foggy from our...activities. No sooner does the word pass through my head than I’m palming my forehead, silently groaning.
What does this mean for my job? God, no wonder my father didn’t want me out here, out of his sight. Just weeks and I’m forgetting who I am, what my morals are...
But whoareyou? Shoot, you don’t even know what your morals and opinionsaresince the only ones you’ve known have been dictated by your father.
I flinch away from the voice in my head that sounds a lot like Tamara.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I bow my head. My father’s stern rebukes fill my mind, and I shrink from them.
