She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at me with wide eyes, the dirty look and move making me stifle a groan, “Was I not doing it the way you like it?” She looks away.
“No, babygirl. You did it so good. You’re amazing at that. I just wanted to feel you.” I grab her chin, making her meet my gaze and when our eyes lock, something shifts in the center of my being. “I want to be inside you.”
She sighs and nods. “Yes, please.” She bites her lip and lowers her lashes. “Daddy.”
I lean down and kiss her, something passing between us — energy, passion, stronger than just a fuck between two strangers. We have a connection. A real one. One money can’t buy.
Is that fucking crazy? Am I crazy? She’s a paid escort.
But now, she’s looking up at me like I’m something special. Like she wants to be with me regardless of how we got here.
Like…she likes me.
Fuck it, Rawley—just enjoy the moment.
I grab her, lifting her up like I did in the jacuzzi. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms hooking around my neck. I’m kissing her and holding her and she’s kissing me back with enthusiasm that can’t be faked.
I want to be inside her. I line the head of my cock up with her sweet pussy and push through her tight entrance. She moans as I enter her. Fuck—she’s tight and warm and wet and the feeling of being inside her is unbelievable.
I move my hips and she moves hers to meet mine, rolling them and riding me with perfection. I tighten my hold on her ass and she locks her ankles behind my back, taking me deeper. Her head rolls back and she gives a whisper. “Yes, daddy. Just like that.” Then she leans forward, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
I fucking almost come. I’ve got to slow my roll or I’m going to shoot my wad and she’ll be asking me for a refund.
I carry her over to the bed, bend down and lay her on her back, still inside of her.
Hovering over her, I stroke her dark hair back from her face. Kiss her lips. Run my palm over her breasts. Move inside her slower, making it last, savoring the moment. A few more slow strokes and the undeniable desire to have my mouth where my cock is comes over me. I slide out from her.
She pops up on her elbows. “Hey! Don’t stop. I was so close to—”
“Don’t boss your daddy.” I step back, giving her pussy a slap with my open palm.
The look on her face tells me this girl’s never had her pussy spanked and she fucking loves it. She lets out a squeal, her wide eyes staring up at me in shock. The shock fades, that tongue darts out to lick her lip as the sting settles down over her clit. A wicked smile flashes over her face. “Do it again.”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts from my chest. “God damn, you are a bossy one, aren’t you?”
She flops back down on the bed, her hands held high in surrender. “Can I help it if I know what I want?”
I kneel before her, my hands going to her sex, two fingers holding her apart for my tongue to taste her, two fingers sliding inside her. “We’ll see how bossy you are with my tongue between your thighs.”
Her hands go to cover her face and she lets out a low moan.
I pump my fingers, enjoy the look on her face, then dive down, licking circles around her clit with my tongue.
She lets out a squeal of pleasure. “Oh my God! That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop!”
Bad girl. I stop.
I slide my fingers from her, take my mouth off of her. “What was that, little girl?”
She gives a little whimper. “Please don’t stop, daddy. Please?”
“Good girl.” I resume my position, building a rhythm with my fingers, making smaller, tighter circles with my tongue. At the end of each circle, I swipe the tip of my tongue over that taut little bud, making her squeal with pleasure.
“Oh daddy! Make me come!” Bad girl, again.
I pinch her thigh warningly and go to stop but she quickly adds in with a little squeal, “Please! Oh please, oh please!”
I keep up the good work, taking her right to the brink of release. Her fingers twine in my hair, her nails scratching my back. “I’m going to come—”
I leave her pussy with one final lick, slide my fingers from her and rise from the floor. The look on her face is bewilderment, horror, as she teeters on the unbearable edge of a denied orgasm.
I crawl over her body, my hands pinned to the bed on either side of her face, and with one, hard thrust, I enter her. Her eyes roll back into her head, a deep guttural moan rises from her lips and her head lulls to the side. “Fuck. Me. Please.”