Paying Her Dues (Price of Love #4) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Price of Love Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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My cheek to hers, savoring her, finally bringing her close. I jack off slowly into her clit, wishing—fucking wishing—I were inside her already. But not yet. Not fucking yet. I dip into her opening, just a little, to moisten the tip and her body shudders in response.

“Your job now is to let go for me, Jess. Let me see you cum. Give it to me. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”

With my hand to the back of her neck, I tip her face up and kiss her hard as I work my length against her tight little clit. Every move, ever gesture she makes helps me learn her, memorize her, fucking know her and her pleasure.

I guide my cock back down toward her opening, teasing her and making her squirm. And I fucking like that—the power. The power to take her right here, right now. To pop her cherry just like this.

I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, digging my finger into her cheek.

“Good girl, angel. Give me that orgasm. Feel how hard you make this dick.”

She paws for my cock, my balls, my thighs, frantic for more pressure, more intensity. With a shift of my hips, I change position, sliding the shaft up her slit, keeping pressure right there where she needs it.

She moans out a messy little whine. “Oh my god.”

I feel her thighs tighten, quiver, tense.

“Atta fucking girl,” I growl into her ear, stroking myself harder, getting closer with every breath she takes. “Give me what’s mine, Jess. Cum all over this dick. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about this, too.”

She shudders out a groan. “I have. God, I have.”

I kiss her again, slow and deep. “I know. So do it. Right now.”

I stroke harder, more violently, jacking off in a rage against her pussy. I’m one fucking centimeter from being inside her, and I hate that I’m too good a man to fuck her now like this.

“Cum for me or I’m taking that cherry, whether you want me to or not.”

She hangs onto tight, and her wetness thickens, coming out in creamy drips, sliding down her folds and onto the table below.

“There you go. That’s right,” I said, encouraging her as I pump my cock again and again against her. I feel my cum building in my balls. I’m close, but she goes first. Always.

“Give me that orgasm, little girl. Right now.”

She lets her head drop, presses her forehead against my shoulder. I pull her close, keep her safe, protected, sheltered. And whisper, “Cum for me, Jess. Now.”

She looks up at me, eyes glazed—beautiful, dreamy, high on us. “I’m gonna...”

I nod down at her. I press a kiss to her forehead. I feel her body shudder and buck. “That’s fucking right.”

She grips my shoulders hard, her little hands strong but powerful and so fucking intense. “You’re going to make me....”

I tighten my grip on my dick and imagine shooting my cum up into her body. Into her womb. “Do it, right now. Cum with me. Now.”

“Oh Mike, I’m…”

Her cheeks flush with anew shade of red, and my orgasm roars up through my balls and my cock. As soon as the first spurt of my cum hits her clit, she’s coming too.

She pulls me in close, biting down hard on my shoulder as she comes and comes and comes. And I bath her fucking pussy in so much cum, I might as well be a teenager again. Holy mother of fucks.

“Such a good little girl,” I growl at her. I double-down on myself, jacking off so hard that my balls feel like they’re about to fucking explode.

My cum shoots out all over her cunt, her lower belly, her thighs. “You’re mine now,” I growl as I’m coming. “All fucking mine.”

“All yours,” she pants, her body bucking with the last aftershocks of her orgasm.

Fuck. Fuck. I wrap her up in my arms, keeping her close and tight and safe. Our breathing slows together, I press my nose to her hair. And inhale the scent of her shampoo.

Slowly, very fucking slowly, the lust-haze of the last half hour starts to clear.

And I realize what I just did.

My job, now and always, is to take care of her. Her dad trusted her with me, her mom trusted her with me. And now she’s a fucking puddle of cum and sweat on my dining room table. So young.

I have never hated myself more.

I step away, pulling up my pants. She reaches out for me, eyes wide, accepting hopeful. But I shake my head. There is no universe in which this is a good idea.

“That was a fucking mistake,” I tell her.

And then I turn and force myself to walk away, from this, from us, from her—before I do something that we’ll both regret. Forever.

CHAPTER 6

Jess

My phone buzzing on the beside table wakes me up from a half-doze. It’s after dawn, but not much. The light is low and the birds are chirping and I’m pretty sure I just heard the garbage truck go by. But I hardly slept at all, thinking about Mike, thinking about us, thinking about last night. About the fireworks between us. And the way I came. And the way he came. But then how he…


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