Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
I could do this forever.
Alexander
I keep her in the half light, coasting on just enough air to maintain consciousness.
I love the way her throat gurgles. I love the way she doesn’t fight when it does.
I love the way her ass loosens up for me, and I love the way my cock slides all the way in.
This must be hurting. I know she’s going to struggle to walk tomorrow.
I love the way she doesn’t care.
One load left and I’ll have taken my fill. Her sweet little asshole does its best to milk me dry, but I don’t want this to end.
Her eyes are so blue as they stare into mine. They tell me she’s all in.
It’s more than I can resist. I’m going to come in her ass and I’m powerless to stop myself.
If I wasn’t paying her I’d play with her sweet little body all night. I’d suck her clit until she couldn’t take any more, and then I’d shower her, towel her dry and do it all over again.
But I am paying her. She’s here because of the cash in her handbag, and her portion of the insanely generous half a million Claude will be depositing into her bank account.
I let her breathe. Press my cheek to hers as her breathing returns to normal, my cock still gliding in and out, my balls on the verge of blowing.
I shudder as they go. The ripples rush right through me, pumping my seed into her perfect asshole, my cock still twitching as I come down.
She groans as I pull out all the way. Groans again as I move away from her.
Her eyes follow me as I head to the bathroom.
I take a piss and freshen up, and she’s still staring at the doorway when I return.
I smile as I pick up my shirt, and she shifts on the bed, winces as she moves to the edge.
My heart pangs with the urge to kiss her. It’s so laughable it turns my stomach.
“So, um… what now?” she asks.
“You’re free to go,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she says, and if I didn’t know better I’d swear she sounded disappointed.
The idea is ridiculous.
She’s going to walk away from this experience with enough money to set her up for the next ten years and there’s nothing I can do about the fact I’ll most likely never see her again.
My sweet Amy will likely take the bonus twenty-five grand in her handbag and buy herself a stiff drink in the all-night bar downstairs. I only wish I could join her, but that’s not what I’ve paid her for.
“Was I, um… okay?” she asks.
“You were more than okay. You were excellent.”
Her smile is hollow. “Thanks.”
“Thank you, Amy.”
“You’re welcome, sir. I, um… I really enjoyed it.”
Polite. I like that.
I button up my shirt and she gets to her feet. She gathers up her knickers, bra and dress from the floor and retreats to the bathroom. I don’t follow her.
I’m fully dressed when she returns, and so is she.
The tension is palpable, her fingers twisting in front of her as she struggles for the right words.
“Your room is booked all night,” I say. “You could stay if you wanted.” I put the toys back in the case and clasp it shut. “Or you can stay here, if you prefer. I believe this suite is better.”
“I need to get home,” she says.
“Yes,” I tell her. “So do I.”
I hate goodbyes. The emotional awkwardness disturbs me. I’ve normally made an exit by this point already, disappearing into the night with nothing but a curt thank you.
I take a step forward, and the sweet girl that she is closes the distance. She presses her tiny body flat to mine and wraps her arms around my neck.
I hate the way it makes me feel. Hate the way my heart quickens and that fucking lump comes up in my throat. I stiffen and she feels it. She pulls away.
“Thank you for everything,” she says.
Money. Thank you for the money. That’s what she means.
“Take your time, they do excellent room service here if you’re hungry.” I lift my case and head for the door, cursing myself that I didn’t take one last taste of her pretty mouth before I was done. I stop before I turn the handle, take a moment to soak her in as she buckles up her sparkly heels. “Get yourself into a decent law school,” I tell her. “There are plenty of firms who’d give you a shot with a decent degree under your belt.”
I fight the urge to tell her that I own one of them.
She nods. “Maybe one day. I hope.”
“Goodbye, Amy.”
“Goodbye, Mr Brown, sir.”
I close the door behind me.
Melissa
My fingers are shaky as I call a taxi from Dean’s phone.
I head through reception quickly, taking just a moment to leave my key card on the counter.