Page 40 of David's Love

I tap enter, confirming the payment.

“You’re expensive,” I tease, and she has a great time.

I love to see her laughing. The truth is, I love just about everything about her. And maybe I’m selfish here, but seeing her like that, playful, curious, and naughty, makes me look at life through a completely different lens.

It’s like stepping out of who I am and discovering the simple things that make life enjoyable and valuable.

She helps me rediscover these things as they once meant a lot to me. Freedom. Simplicity––although this is anything but simple for us.

A deeper understanding of life.

She makes me forget about the money and luxurious life I’ve had for many years.

I shrugged it off as if it was a designer piece, and wearing it felt good.

I indulged in it, having that belief that it was all that mattered in the end.

And then a woman like her comes along and turns every belief I’ve had on its head.

“I’m worth every cent you pay me,” she says, gifting me a soft wink and turning her butt to the camera to give me a perfect view of her pussy while she sits on all fours.

My hand is down my pants, grabbing the root of my erection while her fingers reach between her thighs and start stroking that pink glistening flesh that makes me lick my lips.

She’ll give me a big O before I give her one.

“You know what I’d do if I was in a room with you? My mouth would be on your pussy, my lips and tongue tracing your fingers,” I say, vigorously stroking my dick, my eyes glued to her perky ass and her hand moving over her clit and entrance,opening her lower lips, rubbing her nub, before sliding into her center.

The tension spikes, and my hard length throbs.

“I would suck onto that little pinkish clit until you screamed my name out. You’d have no chance, Elizabeth, but to submit to me.”

The tip of my erection gets wet while I rub my thumb over my flesh. It takes some effort to stop my hips from rocking as I imagine my fingers between her walls.

Not peeling my eyes away from her, I spit on my palm and run my hand down.

What a fucking relief.

It feels so good like I’ve never entered a woman.

Like she is my first.

She moves her hips and does a couple of dips––she’s getting good at this––and her fingers get swallowed by her needy pussy.

I wish I was there to replace them with my throbbing shaft.

Soft moans peel off her lips when another alert pops on my screen. Without spending a moment on that text, I hit the money button again.

She doesn’t even notice, her body getting lower and lower against her touch as she pierces herself with her fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Elizabeth.”

My fist moves faster, and grunts lift off my chest while she gets lost in her little fantasy. Jerking off on the screen for me, possibly aroused by the idea. Of me. The camera. Who the fuck knows?

Her pussy glistens, and I’m getting high on that feeling that she and I are getting close to experiencing the beautiful relief.

Her hips rock faster, and I match her rhythm until she falls to her back, her fingers still between her legs, moving through her juices, her shoulders pushing against the pillows, her hips thrusting up, her spine arching.

And my hand can’t be stopped.

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