"Fuck, Val, your mouth." He moans.

Val. I like that. I suction my mouth as tight as I can and feel him twitch. I squeeze his shaft tightly, twisting, and his thighs flex.

"Take it all, sweetheart," he orders, and I do, wanting to make him feel good. "That's right, swallow it."

James starts coming and I take a deep breath, knowing I'm not going to be able to breathe for a few seconds. I go all the way down to swallow and suck at the same time.

"Holy fuck," he draws out, gritting his teeth as he thrusts his hips into my face.

Before I have a second to swallow the last drop and wipe my mouth, he's lifting me up and throwing me onto the bed. A gasp gushes from me and James is crawling up my body and kissing my mouth. He drops his weight and my eyes close at the feel of his body on mine. James is strong, big, and the way he dominates me through a kiss consumes my whole body. He grabs my leg and lifts it up, hoisting it over his back. Fingers at my pussy, he slides the lingerie aside and thrusts two inside. I clench around him unexpectedly and moan in utter desire.

"James," I whisper, holding the back of his neck.

He's pulling my flesh into his mouth, the fine hair of his beard provoking my senses. My heel digs into the mattress and my hips roll into his fingers.

"I'm about to fuck you senseless," he rasps against my neck.

God, his voice, it does things to my heart and makes my body tremble.

"No condom," he says, but I'm not letting him fuck me raw.

James pulls away and slides down my body. He climbs off the bed and I watch in confusion as he walks over to a table and pulls open the drawer. He reaches inside and takes out a container and what looks like a band of white feathers. James walks back over to the bed, but my eyes are on his gloriously hard and thick cock.

I lick my lips. I shouldn't look forward to sex with a client, but with James, I do.

"Honey dust," he says, and I nod.

I’ve heard of the sweet powder before, but I’ve never used it.

James uncaps the container and dabs the bunch of white feathers into it, then leans over my body and softly, gently, tantalizing, he dusts the powder over my shoulders and down my arms. He twists the applicator back and forth over my breasts, coating each one with what smells like raspberries to me.

"I'm going to lick every inch of your body clean," he says. Goose bumps break out over my sensitive skin and I shiver in anticipation. "Then I'm going to fuck you until you’re filthy with only my cum."

Yes, I want that so fucking bad.

Sitting back on his heels, he says, "Spread your legs." My knees widen. "Show me your pussy."

I reach down and slide the material over my swollen lips. James dabs more powder onto the feathers and then teases my wet pussy with them. I sigh in delight and my back arches as he applies more dust.

"James," I say, but it's more of a plea. Talk about foreplay.

"You're fucking dripping," he growls, his eyes swirling with heat and desire, like I'm sure mine are. "I can't wait to be balls deep inside your sweet pussy fucking it up."

Have mercy.

James places the feathers and dust on the mattress, capping it so it doesn't spill. I watch the way he moves between my legs and I reach for him to stop, but I'm not quick enough, and before I can say anything, he's licking me through the lace, trying to bite my pussy. He grabs my thighs and holds me tight as if he's holding my hips while he's fucking me. At least that’s how I imagine he would.

“James, stop,” I say, but a moan escapes me and my back arches.

His head pops up from between my legs and he almost looks high from indulging in me. “So. Fucking. Good.” Then he’s back down to business.

I’m so confused with what’s happening and hate my body for reacting. I’m not supposed to respond to his touch like this, like I want him to fuck me senseless, but I do. God, do I ever. I need to quell the desire climbing inside of me. He reaches up and grabs my breast, twisting my nipple so hard it shoots a zing to my clit. I yell out in pleasure and my body reaches for him.

I sit up and grab his face, forcing him to rear back and get on his knees, and I climb onto his lap. My breasts are pressed to his chest and I kiss the fuck out of his mouth, not caring that I’m a savage about it.

“Little fuckin’ vixen.” His voice is guttural, fingers digging into my ass as he breaks our kiss. His tongue leaves a wet trail over my neck as he begins licking me clean. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. Nice try, though.”

James shoves me back and I fall to the bed. He’s securing my wrists above my head, hovering over me. Eyes glossy, I have a feeling mine probably look that way too. I’m breathing heavily as he says, “You’ve always had control when you fuck, haven’t you?”

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