Page 33 of Hush Money
Hatedit.
I hated the way he tasted. I hated the way he forced my head down. I hated the way he asked for it multiple times a week.
But right now?
I’ve never been so desperate to wrap my lips around a penis in my life.
He gives me a look, but I ignore it. I stick my tongue out and trace his shaft, and he hisses.
“Eve…” he starts to say, but before he can get it out, I’m on my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth. I put my hands on his hips, holding myself steady as my head bobs back and forth. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispers as I move. I moan underneath him, and he strokes my hair gently. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.” I relish in his praise, cupping his balls in one hand and clawing his thigh with the other. I move back and forth, moaning and groaning as I take him in as deep as I can. I jerk back when he steps away, but before I can ask him what the deal is, he’s hooking his hands underneath my armpits and lifting me off the ground.
“You’re amazing at that, Evie,” he says. “And as much as I’d love to come in your mouth, I’m coming inside of you tonight.”
I swallow and wipe the corners of my mouth.
“If that’s okay with you,” he says. I smirk as I lean back on the bed, spreading my legs for him. I don’t know what switch he just hit, but I feel so much bolder than I’ve felt in my entire adult life right now.
“I think that could work,” I say, tugging on one of my nipples again as I bite my bottom lip. He smirks and reaches for his nightstand drawer. “What are you doing?”
He pauses.
“I was gonna grab a condom,” he says.
I feel a wave of disappointment.
“I appreciate that,” I say, “and if you want to use one, I totally understand. But the only person I’ve been with in the last decade is Tanner. And I’d really love to feel you…allof you.”
He stares down at me, and his hand slowly closes the drawer. He takes a step toward me, then another, and puts his hands down on either side of me, leaning in so our faces are just inches apart.
“I was just trying to be respectful,” he says. “But the image of me dripping out of you is one I’d love to see come to life.”
I swallow.
Jesus, me too.
“But baby?” he says.
“Hmm?”
“That’s the last time we are ever going to talk about him fucking you,” he says, then he yanks me down toward the edge of the bed. He spits in his hand and pumps it up and down his cock, then he spits on my pussy and rubs me gently before priming me with a finger. Then, when he knows I’m ready, he pushes himself into me, and I cry out.
“Jesus,” I moan as he stands up straighter, aligning our hips and holding me in place. He moves his hips slowly back and forth, allowing me to adjust to him. Then he starts to move faster.
And I enjoy it.
I enjoy itloudly.
Sex has never made me make noises before. They were mostly for show. They were mostly to help Tanner feel like he was actually doing something to me. To get him off quicker so I could roll back over and pretend it didn’t happen.
But tonight? He’s touching me in places I didn’t know existed. He’s holding my body in positions like he knows what’s best for it. And the thing is, hedoes.He moves faster and deeper at the same time, all while watching my face to gauge what’s working. But right now, it feels like it all is.
His ab muscles flex into the most delicious fucking V I’ve ever seen just above his cock, which, by the way, is the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen. There’s a shimmer of sweat on his chest beneath speckles of brown curls, and I want to lick it off.
I stare at him while he pounds into me, pretty positive that there isn’t a single inch of his body I wouldn’t put into my mouth.
“Do you know how long I have wanted this, Evie?” he groans. I can’t respond with words. Instead, I just push my head back into the mattress and claw at his shoulder. “So fucking long. You were supposed to be mine all along, honey. All. Along,” he says, pounding into me in rhythm with his words.
I’m panting, but I reach a hand up to his face.
