And it made me want to prove that I could do it. I let him fuck my mouth, concentrating on breathing, slurping as the shaft pumped in and out. And everything was sheer, red-hot, sexual bliss…
…except that I wanted Ben to see me.
I wanted him to see what a good cock-sucker I could be. I wanted him to see my ass wiggling while I got mouth-fucked. I wanted him here, touching me too, but I guess a girl can't have everything.
Lance's breathing deepened. "I don't want to blow my wad in your mouth, so take that dress off and get your ass on the bed and show me the pretty pink pussy I paid for."
My fingers were shaking so badly, I could scarcely work the zipper of my dress. I was in some kind of erotic daze. I managed to shimmy out of the dress, exposing my breasts and rock-hard nipples, then spread my silky thighs in my best Playboy Centerfold pose.
He actually smiled a bit, losing some of that gruff exterior long enough to step between my legs and nudge them apart. Then he stared at my closely-shaven pussy. His dark fingers stroked me once, twice, spreading the wetness around. Then he grabbed for a condom from the bedside table and slid it on.
So, he wasn't even going to undress. "Ready?" he asked, strong arms caging me in where I sprawled at the edge of the bed.
"So ready," I admitted, grabbing his broad shoulders while he moved between my legs.
Bang. That's how that first violent thrust felt.
It hurt, I'm not going to lie. But it also nearly sent me right over the edge into orgasm. He had me filled up, the short and tight curls of his sex tangling with mine, his pubic bone grinding against my clit—and I was pretty sure he knew what he
was doing to me. But before I could lose myself to it, he rolled me over onto him, twisting so that his back was against the headboard and I was straddling him.
I was naked. He was clothed. And the scratch of his zipper on my inner thigh made me gasp. Fully impaled, I put my palms flat to his espresso-colored belly, gasping again at the unexpected eroticism of the sight. He chuckled. "We look good together, don't we? Like milk and chocolate cookies."
Milk and chocolate cookies?
I thought this guy was tough…
But before I got too comfortable, he growled. "It feels amazing to be buried balls deep in your hot little cunt. Do you like it?"
"I fucking love it," I whispered. "And I want to get you off…"
He rewarded me with a slap on the ass. "Then earn it."
He wanted me to fuck him, and that was no problem, since my hips were already moving. I stroked up and down onto him, gripping him between my lace-covered thighs, feeling myself stretch and throb around him when he caught my nipple in his teeth, then mashed my breasts together with both hands.
I rode him hard. Thrusting for all I was worth, getting my heart pumping, using muscles I hadn't discovered in Yoga class for sure. And while I did it, his hands squeezed my ass, and pulled my cheeks apart. His mouth trailed little bites on my breasts and shoulders. And as sweat began drip from between my breasts onto my belly, it was very clear he was holding back.
Making me work for it.
And embarrassingly, I was afraid I was going to come before I could give him what he paid for. The sounds I made must have clued him in, because he said, "You gonna squirm and squeeze on my dick when you come? Tell me you want to come on my big black cock."
I couldn't say that. I wanted to say that. But…
"I can't."
"That's ok, because I paid for you to get me off. Not you."
I swallowed back the humiliation, suddenly as pissed off as I was turned on. More determined now to just get him off and be done with it. But he held off, which ensured that it really did feel like work. I bounced up and down milking him, until finally he grabbed me hard by the hips and let out a bellow of pleasure.
I got to see his face tighten at the same time I felt him twitch with release, flooding the rubber inside me. Gripping me like a sex toy until he was done. It was a few minutes before we could both catch our breath, but when we did, he said, "Thanks. Worth every penny."
I smiled, not knowing what else to say. I wasn't exactly up on my prostitution etiquette. Was I supposed to compliment him or something? I shyly rolled off him, slipping under the sheets of the bed.
Meanwhile, he sat up and reached for his wallet. "Here's a little extra for the cock-sucking," he said, dropping another bill on the bedside table.
Then, he got up and dressed and left without another word.
Chapter Five