From behind me, I can hear Madeline whine with a desperate, muffled “Please!”
She’s tracing the curves of my ass with the tip of her pretty nose, and I’m feeling suddenly powerful. No wonder men pay women like Madeline for sex.
I can tell she’s a pro from the way she’s teasing me, taking her time with it. But I can also tell that she wants me. We work in the same industry, sort of.
When it comes to longing, my bullshit detector has a ten-mile radius. But I can feel her inhale as she noses between my legs, breathing in my sex. I can feel the need in the way she teases my nipples when she lets the bodice of my dress fall to my waist.
“I want you naked first, Lizzie,” Darcy growls. He runs his fingers over his hard-on then squeezes it through his slacks.
I can practically make out every fucking vein of it. Or maybe I’m just so turned on right now, I think I can.
“I want you two to do as I say,” Darcy continues. “Put on a little show for me. And then, when I’ve decided you’ve earned it...then, you can have your treat.”
Madeline yanks my dress down in one hard, desperate motion. It falls to the plush bedroom carpet at my feet.
“Oh!” I gasp as she squeezes my nipples, even harder than before.
I guess Madeline wants her treat as much as I do. But this is my fantasy, and only one of us is getting Darcy’s big, fat dick tonight.
Judging by the way Madeline is making out with my ass cheeks right now, I’m suddenly not even sure that she wants Darcy’s dick.
From the way her lips kiss me there, the way her teeth sink gently into the delicate, sensitive skin over my curves, right now it feels like she wants me. Only me.
And Darcy wants me too.
Fuck. I’m totally naked now. Bared to Darcy and to Madeline alike.
And I’m so wet... oh, fuck. I’m dripping. Literally dripping.
I can feel a hot, slick dollop of my honey slide between my pussy lips, threatening to fall to the floor in the same way my dress did.
But like I said, Madeline? She’s a total fucking pro. And a cunt-hungry slut to boot.
Before I can cream all over Darcy’s bedroom floor, she puts a hand on the small of my back, forcing me to bend forward.
Then she pushes her hot, wet tongue against my pussy, lapping my juices right up.
My vision goes pink for a second. If I had a little less experience and a little less composure, my eyes probably would have gone crossed. Madeline’s expert tongue pushes into my cunt then licks all the way up to my swollen, needy clit.
I see fireworks again, and they’re burning even hotter this time. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.
I’m going to orgasm all over this escort’s tongue. Against her lips. On her face.
While Will Darcy, my billionaire fucktoy, watches, and his cock strains deliciously against his pants.
“That’s right, you fucking slut,” Darcy says. It takes a second for me to realize that he’s addressing the escort, not me. “Make my Lizzie come like she’s never come before.”
Oh god. My Lizze, he’s called me.
Fuck.
His Lizzie.
That does it.
That’s what pushes me over the edge.
“Aaah!” I wail in delicious, orgasmic agony.