Hold On

She moans softly and rolls onto her back, the sheet falling away to expose the ripe swell of two perfect breasts with deep pink nipples that call for my mouth. She looks so innocent on the white bedding, and something inside me screams that I’m alive for the first time, finding my place and my purpose in this sweet young thing who has no clue the depth of my depraved thoughts about her.

Silver light from the window illuminates her face while I sit in the darkness. I hear her breathing, holding my own as her eyes flutter open and stare at the ceiling, one hand brushing some errant hair from her face.

I watch as both hands run across her chest, fingers tracing around the hardened peaks of her full tits, and I feel the cum begin to leak out of the tip of my cock, wanting to feel her perfect silk warmth wrap around me.

Her eyes close again and she presses her head back into the pillow as her knees bend upward, tenting the white fabric. One hand caresses her breast while the other dips back under the sheet, her knees widening as I fight back the growl that catches in my chest.

As her hand moves between her legs, the moonlight shimmers on her flawless face, the sight of it hitting me like a punch to the chest.

My balls and cock throb unlike anything I’ve felt before. Her full, pink lips fall open as her back arches upward, knees falling farther apart.

When her hand leaves her breast and she rips the sheet off her body, exposing every inch of her perfection, I nearly come out of my seat. Every cell in my body is screaming for me to release my cock and slip inside her here in the dark before she knows what’s happening—to make her mine completely.

Instead, I’m mesmerized, watching her pleasure herself. Wondering what she’s thinking about.

Why she’s here in my bed.

Because she’s meant to be mine, I tell myself. Until this moment, I didn’t realize I’d waited my whole life for her.

For this angel to swoop in and show me everything I’ve always wanted but never knew before she showed up on my doorstep.

I watch her lying there, her hand working her bare pussy, and I hear the sound of her damp, soft flesh as a finger disappears inside that wet heaven.

The scent of her sex grabs me by the throat and refuses to let go, my cock aching as I feel cum dripping down, soaking my underwear. Every moment is more perfect than the last, and my restraint weakens by the second.

The urge to take her is nearly impossible to bear. I want to taste her fingers, her lips, then her other lips. As her pace quickens, her noises nearly drive me to madness.

Possessive anger grips me at the thought she could be imagining anyone else but me right now. I remember her stepping inside the house yesterday, remember shaking her hand, her impossibly soft skin against mine as our eyes connected and a voice inside my head screamed for more.

Since that moment, all the dreams of her have pushed away everything else in my life that before seemed so important.

Business.

Money.

Making the deal.

Increasing my bottom line.

Winning.

None of it will ever be more of a priority than her. For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to put someone before everything else.

I want to protect her in a way so complete that anyone who even thought of hurting her would meet a fate so cruel even the devil would be impressed.

Her fingers move upward and circle her clit, her eyes shut tight. I’m a filthy predator, sitting here watching her from the dark corner of my bedroom. Heat engulfs me as her fingers move faster and faster, her other hand squeezing the flesh of her tit as her head whips back and forth on the pillow.

She’s close, I can hear it. See it. And yes, smell it. My own urge nearly doubles me over when suddenly her mouth opens and a single word slips out, sealing her fate for all time.

“Marshall…”

Four

Emmy

MY ORGASM HITS ME LIKE a thunderclap, my mind wrapped in the fantasy of Marshall on top of me, his cock buried deep. He’s telling me he can’t stop. Telling me he’s cumming inside me, grunting and telling me he wants me with him.

Now.

And forever.

Fuck.

My body convulses as the explosion starts at the bottoms of my feet racing upward, and I feel the shower of wetness squirt from me. I’ve managed to bring myself to orgasm a few times over the years, but never like this.

Not this feeling.

Not this reaction.

My mind spins, and I hear my own noises echoing around the room. Panting, I finally have the realization that I’ve just soaked the bed of a client.