Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Fuck me.
Dropping to my knees, I wrap my arms around her thighs and drag her to my mouth, feasting on her pussy like it’s a peach, and I’m in the desert, desperate for the juice I know she’s going to give me. I devour her lips, clit, and hole, licking, sucking, kissing until she’s arching off the bed, her skin shining with a dusting of sweat. “Yes, yes!” she screams. “Please, yes, yes, yes!”
“Eyes on me,” I bark when her eyes squeeze shut, caressing a palm up her torso and pinching her nipple. Her glassy gaze peers down at me. Her eyes are full of wonder, curiosity, her cresting pleasure a living, breathing entity in the room, consuming us both. I’ve never performed oral sex on an escort before, but she’s making me break all my rules tonight. Once she settles down from her first of many orgasms I’m going to wring from her body, I flip her over, dragging her ass up. I lower my lips, eating her ass and fucking her sinful hole with my tongue making her quiver.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” There’s no god here, Angel.
Getting to my feet, I admire her ass, her head buried in the mattress, hands still bound behind her. “Stay on your knees.” I brush a hand down her thigh, slipping a condom out of my pocket, I tear it open and glide it down my shaft.
“Yes.” she whimpers.
I slap between her legs, the wetness there coating my palm. She cries out, and I give her another spank, making sure I hit the sensitive clit. Sobs rack her body, and I smirk. “Yes, what?”
I smack her ass this time before bending down to bite the plump flesh, leaving red tooth prints. “Yes sir, please.”
My cock strains. “Do you want my cock in that wet fucking hole of yours?”
“Yes,” Her tits rise and fall as she pulls in gulps of air.
I lean over her body to grab a handful of her hair, tugging her head off the mattress. “Yes what?” Frustration has my molars crashing together. The instant I push two fingers into her cunt, she dilutes like melting snow over a fire.
“Oh god, sir, please.”
“Mmmm, close enough,” I tease, slipping my fingers out of her and lining up my cock. “Do you want it hard or soft?”
“Please,” she cries.
“Tell me,” I demand with another slap to her skin. “Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” she sobs. “I need it.”
“Yes, you are a naughty little slut who needs to be fucked hard. Owned. I fucking own you tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to fuck your naughty little hole.”
“Please!”.
I ram in up to the hilt, hissing from the snug fit. Forcing her farther up the mattress, I give her no mercy as I fuck her hard. I know I should slow down—I’m going to leave bruises— but she doesn’t use her safe word. She takes everything I have to give and begs for more like a perfect fucking angel.
“Oh god. I’m coming,” she wails.
“A-fucking-men.”
FOUR
Poppy
Ibat at the air, trying to shut up the ringing penetrating my dreams, until I realize it’s my phone. I jolt awake and stumble from the hotel bed, rushing through the penthouse to find my coat and dig my phone out.
“Hello?” I say, my throat raw and raspy from sleep.
“Poppy?” Shit. It’s Mr. Carter.
Searching for a clock, I wince when I see that it’s well past the time when I’m supposed to be at work. “I’m so sorry. I’m going to be in as soon as—”
“It’s fine,” he cuts me off. “Are you okay?” His voice sounds strained, and I can hear him moving around. Am I okay? I’m sore all over, and it just now hits me that before last night, I’d never had an orgasm from penetration.
After the mind-blowing sex, I drank nearly the entire complimentary bar. Wait, was it complimentary?
“Poppy?”
“Yes,” I squeak, a little shame squeezing my insides like a python over taking a stranger to bed and being late for work because of it.
“You don’t remember calling me last night, do you?”
Chills chase up my spine, and my stomach drops. I remember drinking with … what was his name? And texting Josh a tirade consisting mainly of, “Cousin fucker and Taylor traitor.” And I did call someone…
Vision tunneling, a sheet of sweat breaks across my forehead, my bare feet pad back-and-forth across the room. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He clears his throat. “Take the day off to rest so you can make sure you're up to coming to the party tonight. I don’t think I can cope with Linda on my own.”
A laugh breaks my mortification, and I nod, even though he can’t see me. “I’ll be there, sir.” A breathy sigh comes down the line before he says, bye and hangs up. My stomach clenches. The word sir has a whole new meaning now.