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“Yes.”

“Pinch that between your thumb and finger.” As I oblige her, she pumps herself up and down on top of me. “Yeah, but without the kid’s gloves. Do it harder. Harder. Yeah, just like that.”

I apply more pressure, and she speeds up. She swivels her hips against mine, and something extraordinary happens as we synchronize to each other’s movements. It’s like a dance but horizontal, and I can now comprehend how it’s supposed to go. Although I can feel another climax of mine approaching, I manage to hold it off better.

She commences to moan and keen, her round breasts swinging over my face as she holds herself up using my shoulders.

“Suck my tits. Suck ‘em,” she yells, and I draw them together so I can capture both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I taste metal as I do, but it’s not off-putting. If anything, it just eggs me on. “Oh, Jesus. Jesus fuck.”

I feel her pulsating around me, a deep throbbing that could almost be my own, and that’s all she wrote. I go off like a rocket inside her, coming more powerfully than ever.

I burst and burst and burst again in a series of eruptions, and by the end, my brain goes blank and my muscles turn to goo. She slides down to rest on top of me while we’re still linked together, each of us doing our best to regain our breath.

Whoa. That was just... whoa.

After a little bit, she braces herself up on her arms and grins at me, the heaving of her ribs making her breasts judder slightly. They then sway toward me again as she leans down for another kiss, and I enjoy watching the jewelry glitter and those luscious spheres of flesh move as she does.

“Didn’t do too bad for a first time, honeybunny. Not once we got everything going, anyway.” Sated, I grin back. She hops off her bed to cross her room, and I take in her flawless nudity. It’s too late for my immortal soul, anyway, so I might as well enjoy this. Elliana doesn’t appear to be self-conscious at all. She’s brave, I realize. Fearless. “All right. I’ll let you see yourself out.”

She disappears into the attached bathroom, and on wobbly legs, I pull on my clothes. Feelings war within me as I do. Self-reproach, as anticipated, lightnings through me, obliterating the last dregs of my pleasure. Yet, despite this, a burgeoning pride rises, too. I did what I must. I committed bad misdeeds for the sake of something good. Something necessary.

So, if Elliana Pinkerton decides to boot me out of here, at least I’ll know it won’t be for my own lack of trying.

The question is... will she?

NINE: The First Survey

ELLIANA

Client Survey

Please answer the following questions so Elegance can better serve you.

I eye the questions from the comfort of my jacuzzi tub, glad to have the bubbling, hundred-and-one-degree water soothing my lady bits. Not that any of the guys were too rough. But up until last night, I’d never taken three cocks of various sizes one right after another.

Especially not one with the length of Tristan’s—and I’ve had some long men before—or as thick as Noah’s. Damn, that kid has some girth.

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