Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I cup one of her big breasts in my palm, my other hand buried inside her skirt, pinching and pulling at her clit as she screams. The sweet girl’s body bucks beneath mine as she experiences a full-body climax, her pussy clamping down hard on my dick.
“Oooh!” she screams again. “Unnh yeah!”
A hot gush of juice flows over my cock as I whisper in her ear.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me, Sydney. You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
She screams again as I continue pounding into her, but the problem is that I can’t control my actions anymore. My cock is throbbing almost painfully as I thrust in and out of her, and with one last drill, I let out a roar as I fuck into her hard. The base of my cock pulses as hot streams of virility shoot down my pole and into the sweet girl, filling her up.
“Unnnh!” she shrieks. “Oooh!”
“FUCK!” I roar like a conquering hero. “Oh SHIT!”
Sydney continues to let out soft moans as she clenches around me, milking my shaft of every last drop of come. Even crazier, the pretty brunette reaches down with one hand to squeeze my balls as if making sure that it all comes out.
“Fuck you’re dirty, you know that?” I gasp, collapsing on top of her lush curves. Sydney merely giggles while gently stroking the root of my shaft with small fingers.
“Yes, but you love it,” she coos. “Give it to me all, big boy.”
I groan again as a few last spurts spray into her sweetness, but then I pull out because there’s something that I want to see. My cock emerges from her leaking hole inch by glistening inch, and then I push Sydney’s knees apart and watch as my seed comes dripping out of her a few moments later. The dirty girl whines as she clenches her hole, trying to keep it all internal.
“Mmm, I want it!” she whines. “That belongs inside!”
But I merely lean forward to kiss her leaking pussy before notching my cock there again.
“Don’t worry,” I rasp. “There’s plenty where that came from and you’ll be getting another load soon enough.”
Then, the second round of our loving begins and dare I say it? Round two is even better, and more filthy, than what I just experienced. After all, Sydney McGrath is a sexy slut that I’ve paid for, and she’s more than delivered on my expectations.
7
SYDNEY
Two weeks later.
“Definitely the emerald green dress,” Clara says decisively as I hold up another frock for her to see on the phone screen. “Emerald green is your color, Syd, and the dress will look insanely good on you. Although maybe you should consider something a littlelesssexy if you actually want to make it out of the house without your man holding you hostage all night,” she quips.
I giggle.
“Oh, don’t say that! Tonight is going to be the first night that we’re actually going out because the two of us have been holed up in this mansion having sex nonstop for the past couple of weeks. I told you that right? I mean, if I weren’t on birth control, I’ddefinitelybe pregnant about a hundred times by now.”
Clara laughs, her pretty face cracking up on screen.
“Yeah, you mentioned,” she says. “But seriously, are you guys even talking? Or is it just pound town non-stop?”
“Pound town?” I ask, arching one brow. “What, pray tell, does that mean?”
“You know what I mean!” she grins. “I have no idea how you’re even able to walk, girlfriend.”
I nod, slipping into the green dress.
“It does get a little achy down there sometimes. Okay, all of the time,” I amend. “But yeah, Ranger and I talk. We get along great, and if anything, the conversation is non-stop. I’m just saying that I’m looking forward to going out tonight because it’ll be a nice change from our usual routine, which is non-stop pound town,” I giggle.
After all, these last two weeks have blown my mind. Not only did Ranger extend my contract, but I never even moved into the suite he reserved for me at the Viceroy Hotel. Instead, I ended up going home with him to his enormouspenthouse overlooking the Thames, and it’s been a dream come true. The place is huge, he’s got a full staff at his beck and call, and obviously, we’ve been enjoying each other’s bodies non-stop.
But still, what I’ve relayed to Clara is true as well. Ranger and I get along really well, and the conversation flows easily. He’s told me some funny stories from being an air marshal, which I counter with my own titillating tales as an escort. The man never judges, and if anything, he’s turned on knowing that I’m so sensuous and giving.
Clara’s voice interrupts my thoughts then.