Page 50 of Jayce

My hands palm her ass and stare into her emerald eyes.

She exhales deeply. “My therapist says I should try before the end of our sessions. To gauge my progress and all. It terrifies me still. But…”

I’m afraid too, but I know that never trying isn’t an option.

She fiddles with the buttons on my shirt. “None of the areas hurt with pressure anymore. Only when I’m extremely stressed.”

“Baby, you seem a little tense right now,” I stupidly point out.

She’s working on the last button of my shirt. Her hands rub along my pecs, down my abs, until they stop at my belt buckle.

She shakes her head. “My pussy isn’t spicy with stress right now. It’s flared with need.”

I can smell her need. I’ve basked in it for weeks.

Chivalry aside, I can’t resist the look in her eyes.

She stands in front of me. She lifts her shirt over her head before dropping it to the floor. Her sweet, pierced nipples—no longer a mystery in my imagination. Along with the tattoo of a bouquet of tulips, splayed from her hip all the way to her ribcage. The glimpses of ink taunt me with each crop top she wears.

My cock aches against the zipper of my pants, but she’s in control. I refuse to move until she wants me to.

Shay shimmies her shorts down her hips. Leaving her thong behind. I lean forward and reach for her, but she shakes her finger at me with a tsk, tsk.

My bull laughs at my expense.

She falls to her knees. Her fingers make quick work of the button on my pants before she gently slides the zipper over my cock, begging for release.

Surprise. I’m not an underwear kind of guy. Never have been. She pulls my long, thick member out with her soft hands. My size never worried me before her.

She looks at him with desire and not fear. I nearly hiss when she licks her lips before pulling me into her hot mouth.

My fingers weave through her hair as I hold on to her head. I won’t last long at this pace. She must sense that I need her to stop when she pulls away with a pop of her lips on the tip.

Shay rises and removes the last morsel of clothing from her sexy body. She dangles the panties in front of my face. I accept the gift while burying it in my nose.

Her confidence and beauty mesmerize me. She slides her fingers toward her pussy before slipping one into her core. I can’t wait until my beard is soaking in her juices.

I try getting up, but she tsk, tsks me again.

“I’ve been playing this moment over and over in my head every night,” she teases.

I lean back in the chair and wait.

“If I can do this, I can do anything,” she tells me as she straddles me again.

I think we both hold our breath. I grip my cock to help guide him while she slowly lowers herself. I watch her face carefully for any signs of pain.

Her moves are tortoise like, but I don’t care.

I grip her hips with the final inch. She wiggles her ass once I’m fully inside her. Our bodies as one.

I look into her eyes. A smile lights up her face. She cups my cheeks again. “You know I love you too.”

Our lips meet while she moves up and down on my cock.

I toe my shoes off then stand with her still riding me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, holding me tightly. My pants fall to the floor before I kick them away too.

Careful not to separate our bodies, I bring her to my room. After tonight—our room.

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