Page 66 of Church Girl
And right now, I’m willing to pay the cost.
Von finger fucks me, and it’s not gentle. And I love it. No, Icraveit. As I do the wet sound that echoes in the kitchen every time he pulls free of my pussy. He latches his mouth onto my clit and with one hard suck, I explode.
I’m a shuddering, whimpering mess, and I try to squirm away from Von as he cleans me up with his tongue, chasing every drop that leaks out of me.
“Unh-unh.” Straightening, he lightly slaps my thigh and hauls me off the bar. “Don’t tap out on me, ma. I’m not finished with you yet.”
He spins me around then yanks my shirt over my head and removes my bra. I shiver, not really cold but at the prickling sensation of standing in the kitchen fully naked and...exposed.
But Von burns that feeling away with the settling of a hard palm to the center of my back.
“Bend over, Liyah,” he says, exerting slight pressure and guiding me until my breasts and cheek meet the chilled bar top. “Arch that back and get that pretty ass up in the air for me.”
Raising on my toes, I do what he wants—what I want, too.
The rustle of clothing and crinkle of foil telegraph that Von’s donning a condom before he moves between my legs and, without any hesitation, buries himself deep inside me.
I groan, rolling my forehead over the tile of the bar. Maybe it’s our position but there seems to be more of him than last time. I swear, I can damn near feel him in my chest.
“You can take this dick, ma. Fuck a church girl. You taking it like the boss bitch you are. Now put that hand back up there and give me this good pussy.”
Something swells within me, and I close my eyes, inhale deep and surrender in a way I haven’t in...ever.
A low rumble echoes behind me, followed by “gotdamn” and another rustle of clothing. In the next moment, his bare chest covers my back, and his hot mouth opens over my shoulder. My own lips part on a soundless gasp at the skin-to-skin contact and his dick digging deeper and deeper inside me.
He grips my chin, turning my head toward him, and we kiss in a nasty, wild mating of lips and tongues, all while he fucks me with a grind and punch of his hips. My walls grab at him, milk him. And already I’m on the verge of orgasm, feeling it sizzle its way up my spine.
“Shit.” He grunts. “Go on and give it to me, Liyah. Rain down on my dick.”
And I do. With a sharp cry, I let go, and he laughs, but there’s pride in that soft, strained chuckle. Pushing off me, he grips the back of my neck with one hand and my hip with other, and slams into me. Over and over. Before my release starts to ebb, he’s shoving me into the next one, the tip of his dick knocking against that spot high inside my pussy. He slides his fingers over my hip and down between my thighs, unerringly finding my clit. As he brushes the bundle of nerves, I flinch from the almost too-sharp pleasure.
“Oh God. Oh God,” I chant.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” Von’s hold on me tightens as he buries that beautiful dick in me again and again. “One more. Give me one more.”
This one is going to kill me. I can feel it as the electrical current crackles in the soles of my feet, the base of my spine, my brain. With a breathless cry, I break apart, and with several more thrusts and an almost tortured groan, so does he.
Ten
“I need you. Fuck, I want to hate you for that.”
Von
Istare down at my desk, not seeing the open folder of invoices. They’re a jumbled mess of numbers, lines and signatures. One that I can’t begin to make sense of—not with Ronald on the other end of my phone, flipping my world on its ass.
“Von, as hard as this is, I need you to try not to worry,” Ronald says, speaking to me in a voice I’m sure he’s used often when convincing his clients not to do anything stupid. “Let me handle this—that’s what you pay me for. And for God’s sake, please don’t go anywhere near Sheree.” When I don’t say anything, he says, “Von, do you understand?”
“Yeah, man, yeah, I hear you.”
But I don’t. Not for real. Not when Ronald’s news is still ringing in my head. Fury and fear fight it out in my chest like boxers in a championship fight.
“Listen, I don’t want you to do something you might regret. And by that, I mean something Sheree and her attorney could possibly use in court against you. Which is why I’m serious about you not going to see her. Don’t call her. As a matter of fact, you might want to think about having your mother handle visitation exchanges. Just until this is either thrown out or settled. Tell me you understand what I’m saying, Von.”
“Yeah, I got you.”
I can hear the skepticism in his voice when he says, “All right. If you have any questions or need me, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’m about to immediately jump on this, so let me do my job.”
I tell him goodbye and end the call. Carefully setting my cell on the desk when I want to hurl the thing across the room, I close my eyes. Sounds from the shop filter through my closed office door, and a part of me wonders how everything is still going on as usual as if my life didn’t just get fucked.
