Page 127 of Payoff Pitch

I rush toward the bathroom area and straight into the women’s room without giving a shit. I immediately lock the door behind me. She’s leaning her hands on the elegant marble vanity. Her head turns to me, and I see tears spilling out of her eyes. She looks so sad.

I walk toward her and blurt out, “It’s not a date. It’s just a job interview.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not my business anymore. I suppose it never was.”

My fingers twitch. Every instinct of mine tells me to touch her. To comfort her. To be close to her.

I approach her and wrap my arms around her from behind. Our eyes meet in the mirror. “I miss you.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t.”

I inhale deeply, needing her scent to survive.

She’s not relaxing into me like she normally does. Why not?

“Are you dating Champ Williamson?”

She pinches her eyebrows together before she straightens her shoulders and steels her face. “That’s none of your business.”

Pushing her hair to the side, I kiss the spot on her neck that I know drives her wild. “Does he know how much you like to be kissed here?” I kiss and then lick the spot again.

Her eyelids flutter.

I run my hands up her bare legs until they’re under her dress. Her whole body shivers. I can see her nipples harden through the flimsy material of her dress.

“Does he give you goosebumps from a simple touch?”

Her breathing intensifies.

I run my fingers across her panty-covered pussy and apply a little pressure. “Does he know how much you like my beard right here? Rubbing against you. Pleasuring you.”

She whimpers.

I slip her panties to the side and run my fingers through her wetness while simultaneously grabbing her hair with my other hand and pulling it hard. “Does he make you as wet as I do? Does he know you like to be dominated in bed? Does he know that you like to give up control?”

Our eyes are like laser beams to one another in the mirror. She breathes, “Tanner.”

“I prefer it when you call me Daddy.”

Her whole body shakes. Her juices drip down on my fingers. I need to be inside her.

Removing my hands, I quickly unfasten my belt and pants, pulling out my cock. I run my tip through her wetness a few times. After grabbing her chin hard, I bark out “If you don’t want this, use your safe words.”

She briefly closes her eyes. When she reopens them, there’s a pained look in her eyes as she breathes out, “I want it.”

That’s all the invitation I need. I slam into her.

She lets out a scream that morphs into a moan. She tilts her ass toward me, and I immediately begin my deep, hard thrusts inside her body. It feels so right to be back insideher.

Our eyes remain connected like they usually are when we have sex. It’s one of my favorite things about her. The fact that it’s through a mirror doesn’t lessen the intensity.

My pounding into her body quickly turns animalistic. I’ve never been so rabid for a woman in my life. I’ve never felt so out of control with need.

I can feel her walls constricting around me in sync with her moans of ecstasy. I growl, “No one will ever fuck you like I do.

“Oh god.”

“Come for me, sweet girl. Come hard and long. Make that pussy sing for Daddy.”

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