Page 33 of Stick Work

“Careful,” I warn, need welling up in me. I grab the hem of her dress and lift it to expose her pretty backside covered in nothing but thin lace. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Maybe.”

I touch the fabric as something uncoils inside me, my control fraying inch by inch—in ways that make me want to ravage her, instead of taking my time, and touching her with tender care.

I suck in a breath striving for a measure of calm, but what the fuck is a guy to do when she goes up on her tiptoes and spreads her legs? A deep, primal growl escapes my throat.

She glances at me over her shoulder and that’s when I see it. She wants something else from me tonight.

“Answer me. Did you wear these for me or not?”

“Yes, I did. I want you to tear them from my hips, Elias. Because I believe you promised something about putting your tongue inside me. But first, I’d like to get down on my knees and continue with my lessons.” Her dirty words curl around my brain and I nearly pinch myself. This is a fucking fantasy come true. As I begin to tremble with a need I can barely contain, she continues in a not-so-steady voice that lets me know she’s hurting for me as well. Goddammit, I shouldn’t love that as much as I do. “If you want that too, just flip me back over and put me on my knees.”

Holy fucking shit. No woman has ever talked to me like that before, and something about it, something about her honesty and her trust in me fills me, with blind need and teases the last fragments of my control. But I can’t lose it with her. This is Taylor. She’s everything to me. I have to keep it together. I catch the heat in her gaze as she looks at me again. Wait…does she…

Holy shit.

“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say?” I ask, the last of my control packing a bag and heading south.

As though purposely pushing me past my limits, she adds, “I’ll always be a good girl for you, Elias.”

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

I have never ever lost control before, but it’s gone and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do to get it back. But that’s okay. That’s not what this sweet girl wants from me anyway.

I pull her up, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. She moans and turns her head, gifting me with the extended length of her throat. I press hot kisses to her flesh as I cup her breasts, toying with her nipples through the fabric. She pushes back against me, rubbing her sweet ass on my raging cock, and while I’m desperate to push her to her knees, I need to touch her sweet pussy first.

I slide one hand lower, and grip her dress, bunching it in my hand and pulling it up to expose panties. I hold the dress in one hand and with the other I tear the flimsy fabric from her hips. I’m rewarded with a needy moan. After tucking them into my pocket, I slide my hand between her legs, and part her sopping wet nether lips.

Fuck yeah.

I slide a finger inside her and fuck her with zero finesse and she tries to lean forward to brace herself on the table, but I put my arm around her waist and hold her back against my chest. Her heat wraps around my finger and I tug my pants down, settling the long length of my cock between her hot ass cheeks. It’s fucking glorious. Once she’s wet and needy, I pull my finger from her pussy. “Turn.”

A little intake of breath and she spins to face me, and my breath stalls at the heady look on her face, the need in her eyes. I take off my dress shirt and drop it to the floor before I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push down on her shoulders.

Good girl that she is, she goes down, puts her hands on her knees and parts her pretty lips, waiting for me to fuck her mouth. “You’re such a fast learner.”

Her eyes gleam with pride and I take my dick, and without any preamble, I feed it to her. “Suck me, babe.”

She does what I ask, and I close my eyes and move my hips as she takes me into her mouth, her soft mewling sounds vibrating through my body. One hand comes up to cradle my balls while the other grips my shaft and follows the motion of her mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just the way I like it.” I glance down and find her looking at me, and my heart swells. I cup her face. “You are so good at this, sweet girl. So damn good I’m not going to last long and I have to because I need you on that table, with your ass in the air.” She can’t speak with my cock jammed down her throat but her eyes hold all the excitement I need to see.

I pump into her mouth a few more times, and as hard as it is to pull my cock from her sweet mouth, I muster some control and inch back. She whimpers, but it turns to excitement when I lift her and push her back against the table. When she sits on it, I say, “Flip.”

She gasps, and I love our new sexy word, and the meaning it has for us. She flips, and lays across the table like the good girl she is. I lift her dress, and run my hands over the soft swell of her creamy ass.

“You are so perfect, T.”

She whimpers, and, as promised, I drop to my knees, spread her pink pussy and lightly run my tongue over her. She bucks and moves and I can hear her nails scratching at the table. I push a finger into her and she’s so goddamn ready she doesn’t need prep time. Her juices coat my finger and I open my mouth and let her drip on my tongue.

“Elias, please,” she begs, and I stand back up, grip my cock and fall over her back. I lace my hands through hers, and in one fast push, I’m deep inside her, hitting so fast and hard, my cock bangs against her cervix and her entire body quakes.

“I’m so deep, babe.”

“Yes, deep. It’s incredible.”

Some working brain cell forces me to give her a moment to get used to the fullness before I fucking ravage her. But when she wiggles and moves, it’s over. I grip her hips for leverage and pull almost all the way out before slamming back in again. I grunt and groan like an animal taking down its prey and her fingers tighten in mine.

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