Page 32 of Hush Money
Literally. Because after tonight, there’s no way he’s ever fucking her again.
When she starts breathing more erratically, I slip a finger inside her. Her hips buck against my mouth, and she lets out a soft moan that makes me as hard as a fucking brick. Then I slip another in, hooking them around until I find the spot that makes her slam her hands down on the bed. She’s pressing herself up into me and pushing her head farther down into the mattress.
Then she starts gasping for air. I reach my other hand up and press down on her stomach, moving my tongue and fingers in the same rhythm until I feel her body start to shake. She fists a clump of my hair and sucks her teeth, and I smile as I devour her.
I feel her start to tense up again, and I push my fingers in deeper.
“Stop thinking, sweet girl,” I tell her. “Stop thinking and just feel me.”
Her legs flop out again, and she loosens her grip on my hair while I dive back in. I suck her clit into my mouth and curve my fingers upward, pumping them in and out until I feel her legs stiffen around me.
She gasps and moans, and then her free hand slides up and under her shirt. She lifts it up, exposing her perfect breast, and tugs on her nipple, and then I thinkImight come. But I have a job to finish.
I massage her with my tongue for another moment, and then she screams out my name while her body vibrates beneath me.
I give her one more lick before I slide back and pull my fingers from her.
She’s panting with one arm draped over her eyes. Her legs are still flopped to the sides, and one breast hangs out of her shirt. I smile as I leave a trail of kisses back down her legs then reach up to tug her shirt off over her head.
I look down at her perfect body, different from the one I used to know, but my absolute favorite version of her. Her pink nipples are pointed toward the ceiling, leading down to the perfect curves of her hips, her pussy still glistening.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking world, Evie Rae Dawson,” I tell her. She finally opens her eyes, her breathing calming down, and she smiles at me. But then she becomes aware of the fact that my eyes are scouring her body, and she folds her leg over the other and drapes an arm over her chest and mid-section.
I wince.
Watching her hide herself, watching the nerves she has when she realizes my eyes are on her…it feels like shame. And it makes me sick.
“Thank you for that,” she says, motioning toward my mouth as her grip around herself tightens a little more. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Did you not like it?” I ask her. She scoffs.
“Of course I did,” she says. “I’ve never, um… That’s never… I’ve never felt that before.” I reach down and tug my shirt off over my head. Now her eyes are the ones scouring. She sits up, reaching for my zipper with her free hand. But her other arm still covers her mid-section. I stop her hand, and she looks up at me. “It’s your turn,” she says.
I reach down and take her other hand off her stomach gently. I bring it to my lips without breaking eye contact with her, and I kiss her palm.
“This isn’t a tit-for-tat game, sweet girl,” I tell her. “Sometimes, it’s going to be all about you. I am going to worship every single inch of this body of yours. Now, stop hiding yourself from me, Eve. I’ve waited too long to have you, and you have never been more beautiful than you are right now.”
She swallows, and I realize her eyes are getting glassy. Her hand slips out of my grip and goes to her stomach again. She rolls her lips, and I lean forward. I put my lips on her stomach, kissing it and pushing her back gently. Then I lift my eyes to hers.
“Every. Single. Inch,” I tell her, and then I push my jeans and boxers down. I spring free, and her eyes open like saucers. Her tongue juts out to lick her lips, and then she looks back up at me. She props herself up on her elbows and bites her bottom lip.
“You good?” I ask her with a smile. She nods, her eyes moving between mine and my cock.
“Mm-hmm,” she says. “I just…I always wondered if I was right about you. Turns out, I am.”
“Right about what?”
“About you having a huge dick,” she says matter-of-factly. I throw my head back and laugh, but I jolt when I feel her hand wrap around me. She pumps it up and down, and our eyes lock.
“What did I tell you?” I ask her, trying to keep my cool while trying not to bust in her hand. Her eyes move up to me as she moves her mouth closer to my shaft.
“Sometimes it’s going to be all about me,” she says, “which is fine. Because right now, all I want is your cock in my mouth.”
Holy fuck.
EVIE
Ihatedgiving Tanner head.
