Page 63 of Elijah’s Whim

All right. Hopefully she didn’t mind my methods. I closed the distance between us faster than she could track and put my large hands in the neckline of her shirt. After one forceful motion, the fabric hung in two pieces off her arms and her beautiful tits were fully exposed. I already had my back to her, making my way back to my starting point as if the whole encounter was inconsequential. Truth be told, I could not wait to pivot and get an eyeful of my handiwork.

I honestly didn’t know what was more priceless. The look on her face or her bare breasts.

Fine, it was her tits, but just barely.

“Don’t push me, beauty. It usually ends better for me than you.”

“Do you have any idea how shitty my salary is? You’re such an asshole for doing that.”

“Careful now, unless you like soap in your mouth.”

“What?”

“Don’t call me names, or you will have a mouthful of come or soap, and I’m guessing a good girl like you is going to pick soap.”

“You don’t know jack about me being a good girl or not.”

“Are you saying you’ve been lying to me about your history? Because we may not have covered a lot of rules yet, but I know we’ve covered that one.”

“You’re infuriating. Just get your dick out. Isn’t that what this was supposed to be about in the first place?”

I was back in her face in a flash. So quick, in fact, she toppled backward and broke her pretty kneeling pose, landing on her backside with a thump.

Crouching down in front of her again, I tilted my head to the side, and my hair fell carelessly in front of one eye.

A little growl came from my beautiful girl, and I grinned, remembering that she liked when my hair did that.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I taunted her and stood.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” she said defiantly.

“Back up on your knees.”

Only, this time when I offered her assistance, she huffed and got into position on her own.

“I can tell this stubbornness is going to get you in trouble time and time again. Spread a bit, baby.” I tapped the outside of one knee with my foot, and she did not like that one bit. I wasn’t sure what had her so pissed, but we would talk about everything afterward.

I stroked along the outside of one pretty breast, and she inhaled greedily through her nose as I did the same to the other breast. With my whole palm, I swept underneath her full cup, testing the weight and then scraping my nails into her flesh when I released her.

“You know, I was never that much of a tits guy, but I think you might be converting me. These are amazing.”

She narrowed a glare at me, so I pinched a rose-colored nipple between a thumb and index finger with both hands and glared back. I applied more and more pressure and waited for her to tap out. It was a good way to see if she absorbed what I told her about ending an activity she wasn’t comfortable with or wasn’t enjoying.

I had to give her credit. She took much more than I expected her to before she said very calmly, “Elijah, Sir, whatever… Slow. You’re hurting me.”

I was so fucking proud of her, I mauled her with my mouth. One quick kiss on the lips, and then I quickly switched to her nipple to lavish the bud with my tongue before swapping sides. While I worked one side with my mouth, I massaged the saliva into the other with my fingertips and a combination of varied pressure.

Hannah moaned and writhed beneath my ministrations until I asked her, “Are you close, beauty? Can you come like this?”

“It feels like I’m going to. It feels so good. Oh my God.”

“Can I put my fingers in your cunt again? Are you sore?”

“God, yes! Please.” She moaned so loudly, her answer took a few laps around the kitchen on an echo before settling in my ears.

I slid my hand into her panties and was shocked by how wet she was. Shocked and boorishly proud.

“Pull these down to your knees and leave them there. I want to see how wet you made your panties while I finger fuck you.”