Page 20 of A Different Kind of Hooker

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine,” he elaborated. “I want to hear you say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I quickly replied, not trying to play coy at all.

“Say it again,” he demanded as I felt his other hand slide beneath my shirt.

“I’m yours.”

“You’re my what?”

“I’m your girlfriend,” I answered.

“And what does that mean?” he asked, my breath hitching as I felt his hand cup my breast.

“That you’re the only one,” I whispered over the pleasure, hoping that it was the right answer.

“And you’re the only one for me, Eliza,” he said, his green orbs flaring with desire. “From the second that I saw your second video, you’ve been the only one, baby.”

“Heron…” I moaned softly.

“You like that?”

His hand was kneading my breast expertly, a clear sign that this man knew his way around the female form. He wasn’t groping at me blindly. No. He was feeling everything about me.

Before I could beg for more, Heron’s lips were on mine, and he swallowed a throaty moan that felt like it’d come from deep inside my soul. My arms were up and around his neck, holding on for dear life, though our height difference was posing a challenge.

As if he could read my mind, his hands quickly found their way back to my hips, the man lifting me like I weighed nothing. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I felt him hard and ready between my legs, and the fact that I could feel him through the denim of my jeans had me wondering what in the hell was he packing in his shorts.

Breaking off the kiss, he said, “If you don’t want our first time to be in this laundry closet, then you’d better say something now, Eliza.”

“Here’s fine,” I panted against his lips. “I’m not a fancy girl.”

Heron groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“I want you, Heron,” I said, refusing to play games.

“Oh, you’ve got me, Eliza Dodger,” he replied. “You’ve got me like you can’t imagine.”

“Prove it,” I ordered.

“With pleasure,” he replied before walking us over to a folding table.

Setting me down on my feet, I almost combusted when Heron turned me around, grabbed the back of my neck, then pinned me to the table. My hands gripped the edge of the metal as Heron used his free hand to undo my jeans. While I didn’t need roses or soft music in the background, this was something totally new, and I was nowhere near complaining.

“I hope you don’t think that we’re going to be done after this, Eliza,” he growled behind me. “As soon as we leave here, we’re going to my place where I can worship you properly.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever worshipped me before,” I whimpered as cool air hit my ass.

“Well, then you’re in for one hell of a night, baby,” he promised as his hand came down on my left ass cheek, the slapping sound vibrating throughout the room. “I’m not going to let up until you forget that other men even exist.”

My body clenched as his words hit my chest. “Please…” was all I could say.

When I felt his fingers slide up in between my thighs, I couldn’t stop the desperate moan that escaped. I was soaked, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on before, and I prayed that the man wasn’t going to end up all talk.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he hissed as two of his fingers slid easily inside me. “How badly do you need to cum, Eliza?”

“How badly do you need to make me cum, Heron?” I countered.

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