Page 44 of Tips and Trysts

When Everett doesn’t immediately respond, I rotate and face him.

“Say it,” I order. “Pick up where you left off last night. Give me what I need, Everett.”

“You’re good at fucking yourself like a whore,” Everett parrots without hesitation this time. “Not just good but exceptional.”

My body reacts immediately, aching to feel his hands on me. I bite my lower lip, doing everything I can to hold back, but the words are sinful on his elegant lips. “Keep going. Tell me you’re comfortable knowing countless men have paid me, andso many morewill.”

“Why do you think,” he begins, putting his face near mine, “that I give a shit about anyone else? I know I’m the only one you want.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m the only person you’d let kiss you right now.” His eyes zero in on my mouth, bright with hunger. “I’d barely have to move. You’d take it.” He shifts forward. “Tell me to stop.”

“Stop,” I order, placing my hand on his chest.

He wasn’t expecting it, I can tell, but the corner of his mouth rises. “Just a kiss, princess. Give me a taste.”

“You know what you have to do.” I press harder against his chest. “Be a good boy. I know your version of good is most people’s definition of an apocalypse, but try.”

Everett wets his lips while still focusing on mine. “Do you want me to tell you how much I like what you do? How I’m damn near feral knowing what you’ll do for money?”

“Only if it’s the truth.”

Everett exhales slowly and his eyes rise until they meet mine. He whispers, “I love it,” while pressing his tongue against his top teeth, enunciating the L inlove. “I loved watching you control all those men who wanted to shove their pathetic cocks into your dripping pussy. I loved how their tips made you smile. I love how you spread your wet cunt, teasing them with what they can’t have—what they can’tafford.”

Everett’s hand rests on my hip and I find myself leaning into his firm touch.

“I could afford it. Any price you name, I’ll pay. Let me buy you. Let me fuck my fat cock into you on a bed covered in cash. Let me make you my spoiled little whore.” He moves his hand from my hip to my ass and groans when he grips my cheek. “It’s so damntight. This body makes you money, doesn’t it?”

“So much.”

He grins and squeezes my ass with his entire hand now. “Tell me what to do.”

I run my hand through his hair. It’s soft and thick, and I like when it’s messy against his forehead like this. I take a step away, breaking his grip. “Put them in your mouth.”

His eyebrow shoots up. “My mouth.”

I nod. “Good boys get rewards. Put my panties in your mouth, and I’ll give you something in return.”

He’s going to say no. He’s definitely going to say no. Kneeling is one thing, but putting my used thong in his mouth is different. I bet the tackiest thing Everett has ever put in his mouth is—

“I told you how bad I want it,” he replies before he works my underwear between his lips.

Holy shit.

His green eyes are blazing, and I bet he would be smiling if he didn’t have a mouthful of lace. When he takes a step closer, I know what he wants: the reward I promised—the reward he earned.

He lifts me onto the sink, and I let him—I even part my thighs for him.

This time, Everett groans so loudly that I can feel the vibrations in my own throat.

With my legs spread, he has a clear view of my pussy and its four piercings: one on my hood, one on each of my inner labia, and a fourchette at my entrance.

The seconds that pass under his gaze are the heaviest I’ve experienced in a long time, and I’ve never wanted to understand Everett more. I want to know what he thinks of it. I want to know if the other pussies he’s seen were delicate and pink, instead of pierced and brown like mine. I want to know if delicate and pink is what he likes—what he prefers.

He answers all those questions when his fingertips rise and go straight to my fourchette. His middle finger grazes the curved barbell piercing reverently, tracing the jewelry end to end, barely touching my skin. He moves to one of the small hoops in my inner labia next.

And one by one, he touches all four of my piercings, careful to only make contact with the metal. He’s silent, mouth stuffed with my panties, but he keeps glancing at me, eyes crinkled at the corners.

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