Page 27 of Sex Coach

Nine

Jake

S unday came around.

It always did .

Normally, I looked forward to this particular day of the week, although if anybody from my old life knew why...actually, if anybody knew why, I'd be up a shit creek .

But today as the sun came up, shining in my eyes to wake me the way it tended to do, I didn't want to get up .

I'd spent half the damn night dreaming about Michelle .

I hadn't stayed at the hotel with her. I'd wanted to – wanted it pretty damn bad and because of that, I hadn't let myself .

She'd been sound asleep when I left, sometime just after three, and I'd almost gone back, but the very fact that I had such a hard time leaving had convinced me it was the right thing to do. I had no business getting that invested in a woman .

I had too much shit going on in my life .

Speaking of which ...

Without opening my eyes, I swiped out a hand and grabbed my phone from the small, utilitarian table by my bed. My apartment in the city was small. At this point, I could have afforded something bigger, but I banked every penny I earned because I had plans that didn't involve fucking for a living .

But there was a goal in mind first, and until that goal was achieved, nothing else mattered. That was another reason why I couldn't spend so much time thinking about Michelle .

Although after last night, I had figured one thing out...not thinking about her was proving to be harder than I would have guessed .

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"S uck it, Whitley,"I said, staring down at the dark head of the woman on her knees in front of me .

Whitley Grieve McCrane was one of my regulars. She had every other Sunday with me and she had a submissive streak a mile wide. Normally, that got me going just fine, because while I wasn't an all-out Dom, I definitely had a dominant streak, and I'd gone long enough without sex in my life that getting it, kink or not, was a good thing – but I definitely didn't mind the kink ,

Having a rich woman kneeling in front of me after she'd sweetly begged my permission to suck me off was straight out of a fantasy. I wasn't rich. Never mind the fact that I was doing okay now, but Whitley was and her shit-bag husband was even more so .

As for Whitley, her fantasy was in line with what she was doing – having a big, tattooed rough-looking guy like me order her to please him .

She was all but trembling with need .

And I was bored .

Oh, my dick was interested, and if it wasn't for the much-required condom, I could have probably come already .

Whitley took me in deeper, so far I could feel the head of my cock nudging the back of her throat .

As she started to pull back, I grabbed the high ponytail she wore on top of her head and pulled. "More ."

She obliged, but even when she started to swallow me, her throat muscles working around me, I still felt little interest. I started to pump against her, using her ponytail to hold her head steady. She moaned deep in her throat, the sound coming again and again, rhythmically .

"Enough," I said, pulling back. She made a disappointed sound. "Stand up." Once she did, I slid a hand down her torso .

We were in a boutique hotel, one known for its discretion. The room we always got was one done in an art deco style, all black and white, with a six foot bronze-framed mirror that stood by the bed .

The mirror was the main reason we got this room each time. Whitley stood in front of it, wearing nothing but a lace choker around her neck .

"You like that?" I asked, palming one of her breasts, watching my hands move on her body in the mirror .

"Yes, Sir. I do like it. I like it very much," she said, her voice so prim and so proper, it didn't quite fit with the reflection cast back at us by the mirror. The reflective pane revealed an image of me, a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes, muscled, with tattoos that climbed up his arms and one side of his neck. Whitley was smaller, her slender body sweetly curved, her long dark hair spilling down from the ponytail to sweep across her shoulders. Her breasts rose up and down rapidly, nipples pink and hard, her entire body flushed with want .

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