She’s looking at me, waiting for more instructions. I’m so turned on I can barely articulate what I want. “All your clothes,” I clarify, watching as her chest rises and falls, once, twice, then she unhooks her bra and her beautiful pink-tipped breasts spill out.
My cock is straining in my pants, hard and insistent. My eyes fix on her nipples, which harden under my gaze. She shimmies out of her panties, and when she’s done, I can’t tear my eyes away from the p
erfection of her body.
“Get on the bed.” My voice is rough.
She walks over to the bed, her breasts swaying with every step. The shapely curve of her ass is an invitation to touch. I want to throw her down on the bed, spread her legs, and taste her. The thought takes me closer to the edge. Rising to my feet, I undo my cuffs.
“Take off your shoes, Rachel.” My voice is thick with arousal. “Pull up your legs and spread them. I want to see you touch yourself.”
She does as I say, her fingers slipping between her legs, rubbing over every spot I’m aching to cover with my tongue. She moans, and her head falls back.
I tear at my buttons, watching her fingers hungrily and yet also needing to see the look in her eyes. “Open your eyes. Don’t close them. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”
She complies, and I rip off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes cloud as she looks at me. She lets out a low moan when I pull off my briefs. My cock is rock hard, tight, and aching with the need to replace the finger she’s currently slipping inside herself.
Fuck. I roll on a condom and kneel on the bed between her legs. Her fingers are still moving, and I cover them with mine, taking over with a gentle massage of her slick center before slipping my fingers inside her.
She’s wet and hot, tight and soft, and so responsive. Her body tightens around my fingers, communicating her need. I move them in and out of her, and she moves in time with me. She’s so hot, so eager, and it’s so fucking arousing. “Don’t stop,” she moans, “Oh please don’t stop.”
As if I would. My cock is at the point of pain, but I hold on, curling my fingers inside her. Her legs stiffen, and her back arches tightly as she comes with a soft groan.
I can’t wait anymore. As soon as the first wave of her orgasm is over, I pull out my fingers and grab hold of her legs, spreading them wider and burying myself deep inside her heat.
Sweet Jesus! She’s fucking tight and so, so hot. She feels so fucking good.
I barely feel her legs tightening around my waist. All my senses are focused on the need to thrust into her again and again, relishing the pleasure as her moist heat surrounds my cock—hungry, demanding everything. I hear her moan as her body stiffens again, tightening around me and squeezing everything from me. I soon lose myself, groaning aloud as I come with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
Chapter 3
My heart is pounding against my chest like a sledgehammer. I try to catch my breath, and when I finally do, I release her legs and pull out from inside her. She shudders and lets out a soft sigh, her eyes heavy as she falls back on the pillows. With a languid expression, she watches as I get off the bed to take care of the condom.
After I return, we’re both silent. I hand her a tissue from the box on the nightstand, turning away while she wipes herself.
Who knew sex with a hooker could be so mind-blowing?
She’s still staring at me, and I have an impulsive, insane urge to stroke her face, to kiss her on the lips and run my hands over her smooth skin.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she says with a small chuckle.
“If it makes you feel any better, I can’t feel mine either.”
Her chuckle turns into a laugh, and the cute dimple appears again. Her amusement is beautiful to watch. When the laughter turns into a small smile, my eyes travel down to her nipples, hard and pink. I’m getting hard again.
“Can I ask you a question?” She sounds curious.
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes back to her face. “Go on.”
“Why would someone who looks like you ever need a hooker?”
I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Looks like me?”
“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes. “Someone as hot as you.”
I’ve often been described as good-looking, but hearing her say it makes me grin like a fool. “Not to mention devastating in bed,” I add, still smiling.
Her hand goes up. “I didn’t say that.”