Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“You taste so good,” I say, eating her voraciously. “So fucking good.”
She releases with a loud shriek, and as she does, the sensation of her flesh rippling against my mouth gets me off so hard, I lose my fucking shit. Without thinking about it, I crawl over her, place a knee on either side of her head, grip her hair (a lot harder than I should), and wordlessly plunge my cock deep into her mouth.
“Time to earn your fee, baby,” I growl.
Her response is immediate and through the roof. Either she’s a better actress than Gabrielle LeMonde or she’s really getting off on getting face-fucked. Either way, she’s moaning like a sheep at slaughter as her throat receives the full length of me. I respond to her enthusiasm by thrusting even harder and deeper into her warm, wet mouth, almost all the way.
She reaches up and yanks on me, pulling me into her, signaling me to go even deeper, fuck her even harder, so I do. Oh my God, she’s going insane with pleasure right now and I’m hurtling toward an epic orgasm myself on a bullet train—which means, motherfucker, I truly have to stop. Yes, I agreed to treat her like my whore—and, as it turns out, I’m quite happy to do it. But I didn’t jack off for an entire week on FaceTime, just to blow my load into the woman’s goddamned mouth.
I grip the top of Kat’s hair firmly and pull out of her mouth—and when she looks up at me, she’s in a stupor.
“You’re good at sucking cock, baby,” I say, rubbing the tip of my cock against the cleft in her chin. “It’s no wonder sheiks, kings, and presidents want you so bad.”
Her eyes light up. “I like sucking your cock, baby,” she says. “Let me do it again and make you come.” She lowers her mouth and licks my tip, making me shudder.
“No, babe,” I say. “I want my paid whore’s magic pussy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Say, ‘Whatever you wish.’”
“Whatever you wish,” she purrs.
Wordlessly, I guide her on top of me—moaning with pleasure as my cock enters her. The minute she’s on my saddle, I grip her hips and guide her pelvis into enthusiastic movement.
“Josh,” she cries, her tits bouncing wildly as she fucks me. “Oh my God, yes.”
She’s turning me on so much, I can’t even think. “You feel so good,” I growl, grasping her rocking hips. “Oh my God, Kat, you feel so fucking good.”
I slide my fingers up her ass—a move that’s pushed her over the edge in the past—and this time, as before, it sends her directly into an orgasm. Her entire body stiffens. Her eyes roll back into her head. Her moans and whimpers morph into shrieks.
Note to self: Kat likes ass-play.
When Kat’s climax subsides, I throw her onto the bed and guide her onto her hands and knees—and then, without hesitation, spank the shit out of her ’til she’s squealing and moaning and twitching, and then I grip her hips and fuck her again from this new position. I’ve positioned Kat this way for my benefit—doggy-style happens to be one of my favorite ways to fuck—plus, after the orgasm Kat just had, I’m figuring she’s all done and it’s my turn now. But after only a handful of deep thrusts, it’s clear my little whore is ramping up to go off again.
Jesus, she’s supernatural.
I slow down my thrusts, trying my damnedest to hang on, and she makes that sharp-intake-of-breath sound that seems to signal an impending orgasm. I’m pretty sure that particular sound means two things: one, my girl’s hanging on by the barest of threads, and, two, it’s time for me to yank that motherfucking thread and watch her unravel.
I reach underneath her and grope her breasts and pinch her nipples and she jerks underneath my thrusting body like a bucking bronco. Nice. I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts and she begins whimpering. Good. I reach around and massage her clit, using one of the techniques described in my handy-dandy new book, and she wails with pleasure.
“I’m addicted to you, baby,” I say, sweat dripping off my brow. “Fucking addicted.”
“Oh my fuck,” she responds. “Jesus Christ Superstar. Motherfucker.”
Clearly, she likes what I’m doing (either that or she took acid before we started fucking), but, still, she doesn’t release.
I bite her shoulder. Rub her back. Kiss her neck. Grab her hair roughly. All while thrusting and groping and licking and fingering her.
“Oh my—oh jeeeeeeeeezus,” she moans. “Yes.”
She sounds like she’s possessed. Why isn’t she climaxing? Women are impossible to figure out, I swear to God.
Shit. I can’t hang on much longer. This is too fucking good.
Oh. I suddenly know exactly what to do.
I drape myself over her back, my fingers still working her clit, my cock thrusting deep inside her, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her slick skin, and press my lips into her ear. “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby,” I whisper. “Every fucking penny.”