Page 45 of Break Me Not

I moved before she could even respond, getting on my hands and knees, with my face right by the small puddle. When I looked at her, her hands were gripping the couch so hard her knuckles had turned white.

“Jax—”

“Will this be good enough for you, Mommy?” I asked as I took one big lick of the puddle. It was so indecent, but I tasted good. Especially knowing she’d made me this wet.

She was losing control. I could see it. Just a little more.

I decided to take it up a notch. One hand in front of the other, feet still trapped by my boxers and my pants, I crawled to her. My hands grabbed her legs as I pressed my face against the fabric of her pants.

“Please, Mommy, I've been so good. Can I come now?”

“Oh God,” she groaned. Her hands were already cupping my face and pulling me up. I couldn't help but grab her breast as she slowly slithered down my body until her face was almost brushing against my cunt. I almost collapsed right there.

“Haven't I been so good for you? Tell me, Mommy.”

Her breathing was loud and heavy. She swallowed thickly, but just when I thought I had her…

“Peonies.”

Our safe word. She’s ending it.

With quick hands, she pulled up my pants and lowered my shirt before giving me one last glance and escaping to her room.

I heard the door shut with a small click as I leaned against the couch and let out a small curse. I was so on edge that maybe I could⁠—

But she didn’t give me permission.

“God,” I groaned.

The need to fuck myself was strong, but I knew the pleasure would just grow. The longer I waited, the longer I followed her command, the more intense it would feel when it finally happened. If she’d give me one more chance at this, I knew my next orgasm would probably be the best one I'd ever had.

And fuck, I need to touch her again.

I'd crossed every boundary. I’d fucked my best friend's mother. I wanted to fuck her as a client now. I dropped to my knees so easily for her. It was so easy for me to degrade myself for her in ways I never would for anyone else.

But goddamn, this was everything I'd ever dreamed of. She was everything.

And it was so hard to be a good girl and stay in my spot. To wind down knowing she was one room away from me.

But I needed to be strategic. I needed to keep my shit together for even the slightest chance that she’d finally give in to me.

I closed my eyes and played back the image of her looking down at me. The feeling of her hands cupping my face, her fingertips so lightly brushing against my skin when she pulled up my pants. And then I remembered the sounds she made during our night together.

My cunt gave a hard squeeze.

I buried my head in my hands and let out another groan.

Because I didn’t only need physical release. This was a means to an end. I wanted Liz. In my bed. In my life. Everywhere.

Fuck. My. Life.

Liz

I stood outside the multistory building, looking up. My neck started to strain when I held the position a bit too long.

It was close to midday, almost lunchtime, and people were filing out of the building on their way to various appointments. But I knew they had a cafeteria inside because this was my daughter's company. I never really paid attention to the tech companies out there. If I was being honest, I didn't really care about it.

Except for hers, of course.