The orgasm hits me so hard, my knees nearly give out. If it wasn’t for the way Madeline grabbed hold of my hips without a fucking minute to lose, I probably would have fallen flat on my face.
Instead, she pulls me against her mouth, pressing her tongue even harder to my clit. I ride the waves of pleasure, grinding my hot little love bud against her mouth in time.
That’s right. I’m orgasming on this gorgeous escort’s face, and she’s moaning like that makes her the happiest fucking woman in the entire city. Maybe the entire country, the world, the universe.
It’s only when the orgasm abates that I look back up to Darcy and see that he’s lost control of himself.
His belt is undone, his fly is open, and there towering out from the expensive fabric of his suit pants is his cock. His big, meaty, billionaire dick.
Madeline’s going to have to take a number. I’m definitely the happiest woman in the universe now.
“Lizzie, undress her,” Darcy rasps.
I lean back, greedily pressing my still-throbbing clit against the escort’s lips in defiance.
Darcy’s gaze darkens.
“Now.”
Just from that one word—now—it’s easy to understand why Darcy is such an effective businessman. When it comes to something he really wants, he doesn’t fuck around.
Even when fucking around is the entire reason we’re all here.
Panting and flushed with orgasm, Madeline gives me her hand to steady myself with as I straighten. We switch positions like dance partners in a dirty, naughty waltz.
Madeline is wearing lingerie, something lacy and expensive and impractical. Lucky for me, I’m no bumbling teenage boy trying to unclasp my first bra in the back seat of my parents’ station wagon.
I’ve wrangled the most stubborn, confusing, and needlessly complex lingerie that anyone from Victoria’s Secret to Agent Provocateur can imagine.
Standing behind Madeline, I sink my lips into her shoulder. My teeth follow shortly as, with a single twist of my fingers, I pop the clasp of her bra open, just like that.
But all the while, it’s not Madeline I’m watching. It’s Darcy.
Our eyes are locked across the room. Neither of us can bear to look away. Neither of us wants to.
It’s not me, Darcy, and another woman anymore. Not really. Not in any way that matters.
It’s me, Darcy, and a hot, gorgeous female body on which I’m showing him everything that I want him to do to me. All my little wishes and desires.
Madeline shivers as I lick the flesh of her shoulder that I currently have captured between my teeth. My hands wrap around her breasts, holding them in the cups of her bra. I squeeze them, gently at first, then hard.
The bra drops to the ground as I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her tight against my naked body. Her tits bounce gently as gravity is reintroduced.
As for Darcy? Darcy is still there, stroking that fat cock of his with renewed vigor, edging closer and closer to what I know is going to be the most intense orgasm of his life.
How do I know that, you ask?
Well, babe. It’s simple, really.
I’m going to fucking ensure it.
My nails rake across Madeline’s dusky skin, tracing needy lines over her rib cage. My fingers take her breasts again, massaging them, molding them, kneading them like dough.
Madeline is pliable beneath my touch. Eager. When I pinch her nipples hard between my fingertips, she gasps beautifully.
“Suck them, Lizzie,” Darcy orders. “They’re hard for you. Suck Madeline’s big, pretty tits.”
Almost as big and pretty as mine, I almost add. But I don’t need to tease Darcy with my words right now. I’m a “show, don’t tell” kind of girl after all.