“I want it.”
I could hear the strain in her voice. “Good,” I said. I whipped my cock out and watched as her eyes went wide. I slipped my palm over the shaft. “You think you can take it?”
“I don’t know, baby,” she said in a flirty voice, but she sounded genuinely skeptical.
“I think you can handle it.” I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over.
“Hey,” she squealed. She tried to look back and see what I was doing, but that would’ve just taken away from the fun. So I grabbed her by her long blonde hair, pulled her head back, and slammed my dick in.
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the burn that slipped past the head of my cock and encompassed my shaft. I dove in deep, hit her spot, and pulled back. I knew how to draw out the moment, tease the body, and let the pressure build up until I lost all control and my hips took over. My cock screamed with desire, driven by the sound of her moaning. It kept getting louder and louder until she screamed along with it.
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow down. That glorious pressure built up behind my balls, spurring me on. At first, it was just a tickle, nothing special. Then it became a burst, sliding up my shaft where it rested just below my head. I slammed my cock inside her, let it rest on her spot, and reached around to caress her clit.
I erupted immediately in a flash of raw, powerful energy that burst out and flowed into her. She tensed up around me and cried out. A wet wave flowed down over my cock. I pulled out and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand.
“God,” she said and rolled over onto her back. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” I wiped myself off and walked into the bathroom to wash off. I loved the way my face turned bright red after a session. My blond hair stuck to my forehead, and sweat dripped down my neck. If anyone saw me, I’d tell them I’d just finished working out, which was kind of true. This was a sort of workout.
When I got out of the bathroom, the woman lay on the bed naked with her head propped up in a seductive pose.
“You know where the front door is?” I tried my best to not sound like a total asshole. “I have work to do.”
She shot up off the bed to recover her torn shirt and bra. “Yeah, I can show myself out.”
She left the bedroom and I heard her walk down the stairs. My front door closed shut, and she was gone.
I collapsed on the bed and sighed. I could already feel the urge rising back up. Nothing could stop it. That’s why I used Tony’s delivery service. I could order them up and kick them out without having to go through the motions. The girls knew why they were here, and they consented to it, of course.
Cindy wasn’t innocent by any means. I’d looked at her file before I ordered her. She’d been working in this industry for nearly 10 years and had been with the escort service for the majority of that time. It wasn’t a side job or a quick gig for her, either. She was so dedicated to her job that she was willing to go under the knife so she could get paid better. She should’ve known the rules by now. If she didn’t, it wasn’t my job to teach her.
Chapter 2
Mercedes
My cousin Loren and I were packed into my tiny living room. I stood in the five-foot space between my TV and my couch, wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue blouse I bought at the thrift store.
“Well,” I said, turning around slowly to show off my outfit. “What do you think?”
“Where’s your habit?” she asked.
“My what?”
“Your nun’s habit,” she said.
“Is it really that bad?”
“It’s fine if you were interviewing for an office job. But this job is not that. Are you sure you understand what you’ll be doing?”
“It’s a package de
livery service,” I said.
“You’re not that dumb. I know you’re not.” She got up to get a soda from the fridge.
I followed her into the kitchen. “What do you mean, ‘I’m not that dumb?’”
“Come on, Mercedes. It’s not just a package delivery service. It’s a sexy package delivery service. Dress for the job you want.”