“Fuck,” he said lowly. “Can you be quiet? Be a
good girl for me?”
Instantly, I felt myself dampen. Those two words
instantly had me on edge, waiting and ready. I nodded, unable to say the words.
“Use your words.” He moved us, positioning
himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, I can be quiet.”
“That’s a good girl. Now, come here.” He patted his
thighs, muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin. I bit my lip again. Was I really about to do this?
He didn’t wait longer, pulling me onto his lap. He
pushed my shirt up over my head but not completely removing it. Talon’s blue eyes connected with mine before his large hands settled on my hips. My breath stuttered as I finally felt those muscular thighs beneath me, felt them flex as I cautiously rolled my hips.
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Talon growled, his voice deep. “Ride me like the
good girl I know you are.”
Those words were my undoing. I rocked on his
thigh, feeling the muscles flex as I rolled and bounced. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I leveraged myself, undulating over and over as his hands guided my hips. My breath was shallow, soft moans leaving my lips as I rocked harder. Talon guided me, pushing his thick thigh against my clit, the hair a rough sensation that only heightened my need. He pressed harder, one hand grabbing my hair. His lips pressed against my throat as I rode him harder and faster. I could feel the hard length of him against my stomach as I felt the high begin. I moaned as his lips pressed hard against the side of my neck, and suddenly, I was exploding, cumming all over his thigh.
“Good girl,” he said, laying back against the bed.
“Good girl.”
My breath was shallow, coming in intensely, almost
painfully. I looked down, seeing a wet patch both on his boxers and on his thigh. Had he cum in his pants?
“Aife.” Talon’s voice was low, rumbling out of his
chest. “Just focus on the rise and fall of my chest. Nothing else, okay?”
Nodding, I placed my head on his chest and started
counting his breaths. I was a social worker who couldn’t even calm my own anxiety down without needing Talon. That was embarrassing, but it had also been worth it to finally feel those thighs beneath me.
I really did need to find a therapist in Chicago. I’d
been putting it off for too long. I always did that: put my
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mental health on the back burner. My breathing started to regulate to Talon’s, and my mind felt more at ease.