Page 25 of A One Woman Job

“Yes. Shove it, please, shove it—”

I clamp my leather gloved hand over her mouth and ram myself home, flattening her to the wall in the process, her cry of bliss hot in my palm. “You’re naked for a reason,” I grunt in her ear, my balls immediately so sensitive, I can barely breathe. “Fuck me like you were taught.”

She starts stirring those magic hips and I nearly bust. The first time I took her, I couldn’t believe anyone’s body had the ability to move like Meg’s, let alone a virgin, but after only one fuck, she’s gotten even better. She levers up and wiggles down and grinds on that dick like something out of an unrealistic fantasy, clutched up around my cock the way a baseball player chokes up on a bat, riding up and down like she was born to fuck.

“Tightest little thing on the planet, I swear to Christ. Pussy this good should be illegal,” I say, my breath running short, her ass slapping up and down on my thighs while I play with her bouncy titties, her feet using the brick wall for leverage to push back and fuck me better. Harder. “Get ready for that slam-fuck, baby. It’s coming. Just letting you work me up first…and goddamn, you’re doing your job, aren’t you?”

“I love to make it good for Daddy,” she whispers, looking back at me with a sultry expression. Driving my last shred of sanity clear out of my head. Coaxing the animal she wanted to the forefront. I’m horny as sin, dying for a nut, mindless as I shift to plant my feet more firmly on the ground, then I grip her one-of-a-kind hips and get pumping, my chin resting on the top of her head, mouth open and snarling.

“You don’t just make it good, Meg, you make me feel like a god,” I rasp in her ear. “You put my heart in my throat. You…God, you spoil my cockrotten. You make me want to live a thousand years so I can have them all with you.” Speech is beginning to grow difficult because I’m so close to climaxing. “You are perfect. You aremine.”

“I’m yours. Forever, Koen.”

“Forever. Just keep grinding those young hips for me. Just like that. Oh God.” My head drops back, just envisioning the fat trunk of my shaft squeezing into her dripping slit, my balls making sharp swings, full of come to fill up my precious little masterpiece. “Baby. Baby. Fuuuuuck.”

Her orgasm is so slick and whiny and filthy, I have no choice but to pop off myself, giving her eight ferocious pounds against the wall and letting my lust loose, grunting like the beast I am every time another thick, piping hot spurt finds its mark, deep, deep in her incredible body, my right hand around her throat, choking her while she gets off, her thighs open wide like a dirty brat, hips tilted so she can rub her clit on me and make the most of her climax, using my overflowing come to grease her wheels.

“Good girl. Make a mess on the fucking ground.” I grip her jaw hard, surging my cock in one final time, emptying the last drops remaining in my balls. “Let everyone look at that wet spot in the morning and know someone got railed good and hard right here.” I lick the side of her face crudely and she moans, turning her face eagerly into my tongue, because she’s my perfect counterpoint. “They won’t know the half of how good it is, though, will they? No one knows but us.There’s no one but us, Meg.”

“No one but us,” she whispers, turning to face me.

Throwing herself into my arms, letting me lift her. Hold her nude and sated body against mine like the world is ending, rocking and muttering words of love with my heart packed in my throat. And then I feel her tears in my neck.

“Koen, I have to tell you something.”

11

Meg

Koen watches me in stony silence while I quickly get dressed, my heart pumping twice as fast as usual. This is the moment. I must confess my ulterior motive for appearing in his life so suddenly. I’ve never felt closer or more connected to anyone on this earth and the omission is eating me alive from the inside.

Am I a little scared?

Yes. Scared that he’ll cut me off. Scared he won’t think my love is as pure and real as it is. But I’m not scared he’ll hurt me. Not physically, anyway.

“What is it, Meg?” He finishes zipping up his pants, straightening his shirt. “What do you need to tell me? If it’s important enough to make you cry, I need to know now.”

My skin is sensitive with pinpricks, my chest developing a wheezy sensation. “Um.” I squeeze my fingers together. “I’ll start from the beginning. A few days ago, a woman arrived at the door of my house while I was trying to get my brothers andsisters ready for school. I didn’t know this woman. Never seen her before. But, um…” I take a bracing breath. “She told me my father owed her a debt. A very significant one. And she was there to collect it.”

Koen turns eerily still.

He watches me without blinking. Without breathing.

“My father has a lot of problems, you see. With drinking and gambling. It’s why my mother left. It’s why I have to work so much to support everyone.” He still hasn’t moved, but the quality of his gaze has turned lethal and I start to shake. “This woman—”

“What did she say to you?” he asks, silkily.

“I’m getting to that.” I press a hand to my hollow stomach. “I’m scared.”

“Why?”

Some of the moisture in my eyes spills over and tracks down my cheeks, but I don’t have the arm strength to wipe it away. “She told me I had one week to convince you to come back to work for her or—”

“She did what?” He stares off into the distance now, as if piecing together the last few days, recalling every second. “You weren’t on my beach by coincidence.”

“No,” I whisper, adding, “Well, the drowning was real.”

But he doesn’t laugh.

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