Page 22 of A Different Kind of Hooker

“Heron…” she moaned, the ass play already a given. Last night we’d gotten really serious, really quickly, and I didn’t care how insane I was acting where Eliza was concerned.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re calling out my name.”

With my fingers lodged deeply inside her, I worked her clit until her hands were pulling at my hair, her legs trembling around my ears. Eliza looked and sounded fantastic when she was cumming, and like a stupid ass, it made me feel like a goddamn rockstar every time that she came because of me.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted, her entire body surrendering to that incredible ecstasy.

With my dick already hard as fuck, I wiped my face on her left thigh before crawling up her body, eager for round five. Her legs automatically cradled my hips, and it was hard to believe that I’d only met this woman a couple of weeks ago. Eliza was already starting to feel like home to me.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I grabbed the base of my dick, then guided it inside her tight cunt. If I were a better man, I’d take it easy on her, knowing that she needed a break. However, I wanted to erase all doubts about what we were from her mind. I was claiming Eliza for my own, and I could only pray that she was getting the message.

Widening her legs more, Elizas fingers dug into my back as I invaded her body, inch by inch. Luckily for me, The Good Lord had blessed me with enough inches to keep this beautiful woman cumming on my cock all night.

“Oh, God…” Eliza moaned, her wetness hitting my ears like a gift I wasn’t even sure I deserved.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I praised, my face in her neck. “Still taking my cock when your pussy is sore from getting fucked all night long.”

Eliza’s hips started to lift, pushing against mine, silently begging for more. When I had fucked her in the laundry room, I hadn’t expected it to turn her on so much. Honestly, she should have been offended by how I had just pinned her to the table by her neck, then fucked the hell out of her. It hadn’t been romantic in the least, and when I had carried her outside, it’d been to a couple of my teammates walking by, their brows high on their foreheads. Still, Eliza hadn’t complained or had gotten embarrassed. She had chosen to go home with me and let me continue violating her precious body.

“So good…” she murmured, her fingers deep in the tissue of my back muscles. “God…you feel so good…”

“Not as good as your pussy wrapped around my cock,” I told her. “Fuck, your cunt strangles me so fucking good, baby.”

“Harder,” she ordered, and my eyes nearly crossed with her sexual confidence. Shyness had no place in the bedroom if you wanted the sex to be good.

“You want it to hurt, baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Please…Heron…”

Fuck, I was in love.

I reached around, then hooked her knee over my elbow, opening her up wider, then started railing into her pussy, her moans and whimpers driving me out of my mind. When I felt her pussy start to clench around me again, I moved my hips faster, crashing into her as hard as my body would allow. There was nothing sweet or romantic about what we were doing, and the dirtier I fucked her, the wetter Eliza got.

“Cum for me,” I ordered. “Make a mess, baby.”

As soon as Eliza came all over my cock, I was flipping her over, slamming into her from behind. I got a perfect view of her pussy as my dick stretched it out, her white cream coating me from base to tip. My fingers dug into her hips as I buried myself balls-deep, and when Eliza came again, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my dick out as her body shook, and I fisted my cock until I was cumming all over her ass and back.

Eliza didn’t say anything or object when I started rubbing my cum all over her. I massaged my seed into her skin, across her puckered ass, and around her pussy. It was a rather cavemanish act, but I didn’t care, and by the way that Eliza was moaning quietly on the bed, neither did she.

“Christ, I can’t get enough of this,” I told her as my hand kept massaging her. “You’ve got a body made for all the dirty things that I want to do to you.”

“You’re insatiable,” she muttered into a pillow.

“Only when it comes to you, baby,” I replied truthfully.

“More sleep.”

I chuckled as I dropped to lay down next to her.

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Eliza~

Ineeded a hot bath, some food, and more sleep. Heron Treyton had turned out to be everything that I’d hope he’d be, and my sore body was proof. The female in me should feel mortified that I probably looked like a wreck, but I felt too exhausted to really care. I knew that I was going to have to go home soon to rectify the situation, but right now, Heron’s heavy arm wrapped around my waist felt too good to move.

“You know, I’m going to have to get up sooner or later,” I mumbled. “I need a shower and change of clothing.”

“Baby, you’re not going anywhere,” Heron mumbled against the back of my head. “You’re the official cure for my insomnia.” His arm tightened around my waist. “I can’t remember ever sleeping so soundly before.”

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