Page 56 of Break Me Not

It took a second for me to be able to get the words out.

“I want you,” I admitted softly. “I wanted you the whole time, from the first moment I saw you when I was up on that stage. Even though I know I shouldn’t. Even though it may not make sense. I just can't help myself.”

She pulled away, her sad eyes finally looking at me.

“Then give me one thing,” she whispered. “You can punish me later for even asking it, but tonight, make me forget.”

I started to nod, and then her lips were on mine, and I couldn’t find the strength to stop us. We collided. Her arms around me, mine around hers as she walked me back until my ass hit the table.

She was such a good fucking kisser. Her lips and tongue were dancing against mine, and I could feel her want, her need, as our bodies talked to each other.

She pulled up my shirt, and her mouth left mine just so she could leave hot kisses down my neck. With one hand, she unhooked my bra, and as soon as my nipples were free, her mouth was on one and her fingers were on the other.

“Jax,” I moaned.

Somewhere inside me was a voice telling me I should push her away. I tried to find the strength to tell her to stop, but it died on my tongue as a sharp burst of pleasure shot through me.

Instead of fighting her, something else slipped out instead.

“Good girl. You feel so good.”

“Please let me taste you.”

Fuck. Such a simple sentence. Such little touches. Yet I was already falling apart for her.

“This is supposed to be about you⁠—”

“All I want is to please you. Please, Liz.”

She needs this. She needs you.

I started pushing my pants down, but she was already there, doing it for me before she grabbed my ass and sat me on the table. Her body came between my legs, opening me up, and she lifted one of my legs over her shoulder so she was face-to-face with my cunt.

She wasted no time licking me from entrance to clit, and my back bowed as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hips jerked in response.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you tasted.”

My hand went to her hair, but instead of grabbing it and pushing her face against my pussy, I ran my fingers through it gently.

“You make me feel so good,” I praised.

Pleasure coiled in my belly. She was so caring. So attentive. This was nothing like the uncontrolled fucking back in the club. This was sensual and slow. It made my chest tight when I looked down to see her watching me, taking note of every single reaction.

When she started sucking on my clit, I let out a whine.

“Good girl! Fuck, you eat pussy so well. You know just how to please Mommy, don’t you?”

At my words, she went harder, flattening her tongue and dragging it across my entire pussy. But I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her like I had back in the club. To watch as she fell apart.

“Yes, baby girl, just like that. Hurry and make Mommy come and I’ll reward you.”

She looked more fuckable than anyone I’d ever seen in my life before she went to town on me, her hands gripping my thighs so I couldn’t back away. Almost as if she couldn't get enough of my cunt.

Her expression alone sent me over the edge. I threw my head back, rolling my hips against her tongue as I came, drinking up every sweet moment of the pleasure that ran through me.

Yes. This is my pleasure. And I deserve it.

She looked up at me, the question clear in her eyes. She’s expecting me to send her away again. So, with gentle hands, I pulled her up and brought her lips close enough to hover over mine.