Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

75. Selah for Dessert

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selah for dessert

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | May 6, 2024

I pepper kisses along her neck and jaw as I cage her in. I won’t touch her yet. I want to so badly, but I’m dragging this out. She’s finally mine, and she loves me. We’ve celebrated her all night, and that won’t stop now.

My Selah.

My sunflower.

I’m so in love with her.

I slowly raise her shirt and trail my tongue from her navel to her chest. When she whines, I chuckle against her skin. I love how frustrated she gets when she’s eager for me. I lift the shirt over her head and hold eye contact with her as our chests rise and fall. I lean in to take her lips between my teeth with a gentle bite and resume my torture. I remove her bra and drag my tongue across her breasts, eagerly taking her stiff peaks into my mouth before the fabric hits the floor. She throws her head back in pleasure, and I decide not to give her a hard time. My hands generously knead and explore her soft curves as her whimpers fill my apartment.

When I slip off her sweatpants to reveal a lacy blue thong that matches her bra, I curse at the sight of it. I can’t get over the fact that she looks amazing in every fucking color. I have her turn around to give me a full view, and when she faces the wall, she extends her arms above her head and then pokes her perfect ass out, expecting a smack. I give her exactly what she wants, and she moans against the door.

I drop to my knees to soothe the sting with a gentle kiss. I instruct her to turn around, and once she does, I tug at her thong. I groan at the sight of the lace as it clings to her wetness. I slip it further down her thighs to reveal a needy pussy, impatiently waiting for my attention. Trailing kisses down her legs, I drag the fabric down to her feet. I ball the panties in my fist and take in her lovely scent before tossing them behind me.

When I place one of her legs on my shoulder, her eyes widen. Languid strokes of my tongue greet her entrance, and she arches her back in response. My hands travel up her thighs, squeezing her ass as I hum against her. Desperate to have her closer, I bury my face into her center, giving that sensitive bud the attention it deserves. I twist my tongue around her other hole, and she wails. What once made her shy has her digging her nails in the door and begging for more.

My eyes are locked on hers when I suck her clit into my mouth, and she bucks against my face. I reach up and pinch her taut nipples, one at a time, to drive her wild.

“Fuck, Daddy. Please don’t stop,” she sobs.

That’s my dirty fucking girl.

When she reaches her brink, she throws her head back and balls her hands into fists. Her screams echo through the room as her thighs squeeze around me. I lap at her pussy while she shudders on my tongue.

“Fuck,” she exclaims with a chuckle, looking down at me with hungry eyes. “You had enough?”

“Not even close.”

I carefully set her leg down and rise to stand. She wraps her arms around me and claims my lips in a devouring kiss, loving to taste herself on my tongue. My hands roam her body until I grip her thighs and pick her up. She giggles against my lips as I carry her further into my kitchen. I set her naked body on the marble island, and she gasps at the coolness, leaning back on her hands to watch me undress. I remove my shirt, toss it behind me, and kick off my sweats, leaving on my boxer briefs. Her eyes drop to my straining erection, and I reach for my wallet to pull out a condom, but she stops me with her hand.

“I want to feel you. I don’t want anything between us.”

I’m trying to process what she said, but it’s really hard to understand when she’s sitting on my counter naked. I think she said she doesn’t want to have anything between us. I haven’t gone bare since I was married. I want nothing more than to feel her too. Fuck .

“Are you sure?” I ask, searching her face for any hesitation.

“I’m sure. I know we already talked about it, but nothing’s changed on my end. I’ve only been with you, and I have an IUD.”

“Nothing’s changed here either. I’ve only wanted to be with you.”

“Good. Then fuck me,” she orders with flames stoked in her irises.

She hops off the counter and bends over, spreading her ass to reveal that glistening pussy for me. I murmur curses in approval and drop my boxer briefs, pumping myself twice. I tease her entrance, rubbing and slapping my dick against her aching core.

When she begs, I finally line myself up and thrust inside of her tight heat. She gasps as I hold onto her hips and her back arches. My hips crash against her plump ass as I pound into her from behind.

“You feel incredible, baby. Fuck.”

She grips the edge of the counter as she throws her ass back onto me. She knows how much I love that. There’s a silent plea for more, and I oblige with merciless thrusts.

“Such a good girl for Daddy. ”

I spank her ass, and she moans louder. Her orgasm rips through her, and I feel her pussy spasm around my dick. She digs her nails into me as she rides it out. I follow behind, spilling warm jets deep inside of her. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her from behind as we catch our breaths.

I slip out of her slowly and pick her up. She nuzzles into my neck as I carry her through the hallway and into the en-suite. I set her on the counter and clean us both up, stealing kisses in between. I give her privacy and wait for her to join me in bed. She climbs in bed beside me, resting her head on my chest, and she hums contentedly.

“Do you still hate surprises?”

“Ask me tomorrow. Something tells me you’ve still got plans.” She chuckles.

I glance up at the clock on the wall, and it’s after midnight.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” I feel her smile against me. “I love you,” she says softly as her finger gently traces the durumi tattoo on my arm.

“I love you too, Sunflower.”