Page 52 of Hush Money
She crawls across my lap, face down, ass up. I feel my cock stiffening beneath her. I palm her ass gently before pulling back and giving her a light, smooth tap. She moans under my hand.
“You’re not going to talk about yourself like that anymore, right?”
She shakes her head. I smack her ass again. “I can’t hear you, Evie. Use your words.”
“No,” she breathes.
“Good,” I tell her. “That’s a good girl. Because we don’t say anything about this beautiful, round ass other than how perfect it is, right?” She nods, and I spank her again. “Right?”
“Right,” she says.
I nod.
“Good girl,” I say. I reach a hand underneath her and flip her onto her back, sliding out from under her. I crawl up her body, caging her in between my arms. “And we don’t say anything about these tits,” I say, taking one into my mouth again, “unless it’s about how fucking perfect and perky they are. How perfectly they fit in my hands. Right?”
“Right.” She nods, her cheeks flushing.
“And this,” I say, sliding my hands down her sides and placing one on her stomach. “This beautiful stomach,” I say, kissing one side of her belly button then the other. “We don’t say anything about it unless it’s about how fucking beautiful it is. How safe and comfortable it makes me feel when I lie on it. How it feels like home.”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me.
“Right?” I ask her. She nods shyly.
“And this,” I say, sliding my hand down to cup her pussy. She hisses and presses her head back into the couch cushion. I slide one finger in and out of her folds, gliding through her juices. “This pretty fucking pussy,” I growl. “What do we say about this pretty pussy?”
“We say that it’s all yours,” she breathes, writhing, pushing into my touch further.
EVIE
“That’s right,” he says, slipping his finger out of me. He reaches back to undo his pants, and I reach up to help him, getting his slacks and shirt off in record time. He lowers himself back down, lining himself up with my entrance, and pushes inside of me. I scream out, smacking one hand against the couch and the other against his chest.
“Take a breath, baby,” he says. “You know we will make it fit.”
I hum as he moves farther and farther in, filling me to the hilt. He waits a beat for me to adjust then grabs my hips and begins moving. He fucks me slow at first, his hands still worshipping my body.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Evie,” he says. “So pretty. And you take me so fucking well.”
God, the mouth on him is so much dirtier than I remember. And I fucking love it.
But then I remember that this whole tryst was my idea. And it’s supposed to be forhim—not that there isn’t some reward in it for me too.
I let him move in and out of me a few more strokes before I push up onto my elbows, shoving him backward. He fallsback, shooting me a confused look. I smile as I crawl onto him, straddling him.
“It’s my turn,” I tell him before sliding down his length, letting him fill me back up. I rock back and forth slowly at first then quicker once I find our rhythm. He grabs hold of my hips again, moving me how he wants me.
“Bad girl,” he whispers through a smile that I swear could make me come on its own. I ride him faster, picking up the pace. I run my hand through his hair, tugging it gently and tilting his head back, exposing his neck to me. I lean in, kissing and licking it in tiny little circles, and he lets out a throaty groan. I bite him gently, and he grips my hips harder.
“You better be careful, Eve,” he says.
I lean back, giving him a daring look as I bounce up and down on his dick.
“Or what?” I challenge him. He doesn’t say anything, so I lean forward, licking a long line up the side of his neck again before I dive in and take another bite. He lets out a growl before pushing to stand, me still on his cock. He slides me off with little effort then turns me around, putting me down on the couch on my stomach. He grabs my hips again, pulling my ass up in the air to him. He licks his hand, rubbing it against my pussy before he shoves himself back into me from behind.
“Yes, Keat,” I breathe, clutching onto the couch cushion. “Use me. Fuck me until it’s all out of your system.”
He moves quicker, faster, harder, grunting behind me as he does. He reaches a hand around, pressing his fingers against my clit and rubbing in slow circles while he fucks me. I start to come undone just as he does, and then I feel his body go rigid then give way as he lowers his weight on top of me. He keeps fucking till I explode, and we both fall onto the couch. Once he catches his breath, he flips me over to face him.
“Thank you for that,” he says, leaning over to kiss me. “But just so we’re clear, I will never fuck you just to use you.”
