CHAPTER 10
Michael
Damn. I haven’t come that hard in a long time.
My cock is still tingling as I look at this woman and wonder what spell she’s put on me. I need to get up, to move, when I want to simply not move, hold her, sleep. Insane. I gently untangle from her and ease off the bed, removing the condom and tying it off as I head to the bathroom. I toss it and return the smile she’s shining at me.
She’s an angel, perfection in her sated afterglow. Her cheeks still rosy, her lips full and dewy.
Dewy? Where the fuck did that come from? She’s a witch, I think, then laugh at myself. I don’t believe in shit like that.
Giving myself a mental shake, I get back to business.
Falling back into bed beside her, I touch my lips to hers, whisper in her ear, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, and I find myself inexplicably happier than I expect to be.
“Good.” I give her another quick kiss. “I want to fuck you again.”
She laughs. “That might kill me.”
“It won’t,” I say, rubbing my thumb across her nipple. It starts to harden again at my touch. Jesus, this woman. “I’m going to invite the voyeur back in and fuck you while he watches,” I say against her ear. I keep toying with her ripe nipple, waiting for her reaction.
She doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and I’m pleased that she’s not saying no right away. She’s considering it — good. My cock twitches and grows. Such a turn on.
She sighs. “Alright. I said I trust you, so okay.” She half smiles already half lost in renewed lust as I pinch and tug, raising her breast up with my fingers. She gasps, and it goes straight to my cock. Fuck, I love the little sounds she makes.
With my free hand, I reach out for my cell phone and quickly send a text telling the voyeur to come back. I’d told him to wait in the hotel bar until things settled down.
Making sure I have another condom within easy reach, I bend my head down and fuck Kim’s mouth with my tongue. She squirms and opens for me, and by now, my cock can slice a diamond. I smile against her lips as the door opens and quickly shuts. I look up, nodding once to my regular voyeur and adjust my body so Kim’s is more visible. She tries to look too, but I keep her head tilted away, keep her occupied with my tongue and fingers, not giving her a chance to think, to get nervous, to back out.
She settles down. I feel her relax and kiss me back with renewed vigor. I have such high hopes for this woman. Fucking with an audience is so damned erotic, and I’m now certain that Kim has what it takes. I’m pleased. I enjoy fucking her and don’t want to give it up.
Keeping her head turned away from the voyeur, I speak in low tones meant only for her. “No matter what, don’t look at the empty chair. Don’t look. Understand?” She moans, and I don’t know if she’s answering me or reacting to a particularly tantalizing tweak to her nipple. “Say it, Kim. Tell me you won’t look.”
“Oh… oh god…” she moans. She’s already so close to coming. I love it, but will have to work harder not to let her come too soon with what I have planned for her. “I won’t look… god…”
“That’s my girl.” I pinch both nipples as a reward and her back arches. She’s in a perfect position for the voyeur, and I steal a glance at him. We’re putting on a show, and he should get his money’s worth. He’s rubbing his cock, his eyelids heavy, his breathing quickening. Nothing to worry about there and I return my full attention to Kim.
Sitting back on my haunches, I smile as she reaches out for me. Shaking my head, I move down the length of her, watching to see that she doesn’t turn her head in the wrong direction, and roughly pull her legs apart. I’ve been eager to have a taste of her, and her glistening lips tell me that she’ll enjoy it.
With my hands on either side of her, I spread her wide open. She gasps and writhes, and I force myself not to immediately devour her. I like the view and stare down at her sweet folds knowing that I’m heightening her anticipation, driving her wild. Her little squeaks and moans are confirmation enough.
I take my time, savoring her like a fine meal, one with many delicious courses. For now, my tongue is my utensil, teasing, licking, lapping as I keep her splayed open. I feel her desire to close her legs, to crush me against her, to demand more contact than I’m allowing. It only serves to goad me on, to keep up the teasing, barely touching her, delicately lapping as her juices flow.
She’s groaning now, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands fisted in the bedsheets.
I don’t relent for a long time.
I bring her to the edge once, twice… again and again, but give her no release. She’s mine to do with as I please. My possession. Mine. And, fuck, how I want to consume her.
Looking up at her, I slowly slide a finger inside, and her groan drives me crazy. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she quickly hisses, but that’s not good enough for me.
“Look at me and tell me,” I demand.
Her eyes fly open as I move my finger inside of her, and she says in a breathless rush, “Oh yes, oh god, yes, please yes.”
I smile and bury my head in her depths, using my tongue, my lips, my fingers to bring her right up to the edge one more time. I feel it when she’s there, her body coiling, her pussy clenching. This time I don’t stop, and she spasms around me, crying out, her body rocking, arching, and damned if it doesn’t cause some precum to slip from my own slit.
While she’s lost in her orgasm, I pull the condom over my cock, eager to plunge it into her again. I give her no warning, and she cries out, bucking like an unbroken bronco at a rodeo. And because I want to and she deserves it, I give her the fucking ride of her life.
I don’t know how much time has passed when I feel my balls contract painfully. They’re stuffed full of my cum, and I thrust hard and hold myself deep in her, finally letting loose, fire searing through my cock, my entire body dancing in flames.
Fuck.
I’m coming harder than the last time.
This woman.
I collapse against her, still shuddering.
Looking up at the voyeur, I see that we’ve earned my fee. He’s wiping off his now limp dick with a handkerchief. I nod as he zips himself up and takes his leave.
Kim and I are alone again, and damned if I don’t want to keep on fucking her, but even I have my limits. I settle for a pinch of her nipple and a kiss on her lips before forcing myself up and off the bed. I again walk the path to the bathroom, tossing the condom and cleaning up while Kim stretches and makes sweet little noises of contentment. Soon returning to her, I dress in my briefs and pants, then grab my wallet and pull out a few crisp one hundred dollar bills. Six of them. She earned this, and she needs it. Money means nothing to me. I don’t do this for the money, I don’t need to, not that she knows this. I do it because it’s fucking fun.
“Here,” I say, pressing the bills into her hand. “You were amazing.” I hesitate for a moment, looking down at her as she gazes up at me with wide inviting eyes. “I’ll call you soon for another go.”
I finish dressing while she watches me. I don’t want to leave, but I have to stay professional about this. “The room is paid for. You can stay as long as you like,” I say, bending down to kiss her once more. Then I quickly stride from the room before changing my mind.
This is the job, staying unemotional and detached. I can’t have her getting the wrong idea.
Shutting the door behind me, I curse. Almost turn and open the door again.
What the fuck?