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Jesus, she’s beautiful. My breath stutters at the unusual random thought. All the women I pay for are good-looking, but this one, this one, is fucking different.

I trail my finger down her cheek, and she leans into my touch, stealing my breath—another odd reaction for me. As punishment, I shove two fingers into her mouth, and my cock jumps, then her eyes widen. She sucks on them as I slide them in and out, mimicking the action my cock will make. “Good girl,” I praise, then slip them from her mouth, and a gentle sigh leaves her now-plump lips. “Now, be a good girl and take my cock out. I want you to wrap your wet panties around it.”

Her eyes flare and her cheeks redden.

What? Did she think I wouldn’t know she’s getting off on this as much as I am?

Her pupils burn with lust, and then, without needing further prompting, she unbuckles my belt. I can’t help the hiss that leaves my lips when her dainty fingers graze over the trail of hair leading toward my solid cock. Then she pops open the button, lowers my zipper, and pushes my pants and boxers enough to allow my cock to spring free, I want nothing more than to push her hands away and take over, but I allow her to take her time, even though it pains me to let her.

When her soft hand reaches inside my damp boxers, I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed by the wetness greeting her. I’ve never pumped so much pre-cum out of my slit in my entire life, and when she moans, more streams out and has me biting back the urge to thrust inside her.

“That’s it.” My hand finds her hair, and I cling onto her head like it’s a lifeline. “Wrap those little panties around my cock, beautiful girl.” My hips jerk in anticipation.

With the fabric wrapped around me, I throw my head back in awe and try to remain rooted to the spot. “Suck me into your mouth.” I practically beg as lust thrashes through me.

Her hand works my cock up and down, and when the heat of her mouth encompasses my cock still tightly covered in her thin fabric, I tighten my hold on her hair. “Fuck, yes. Taste your dripping pussy on my cock.”

Her moans send vibrations down my cock, and I relish it.

“Do you like how I taste?” I ask, yanking her greedy mouth from my cock.

“Y-yes.”

My eyes roll as I push inside her drooling mouth again. “Good girl,” I groan, painting her lips with the tip of my cock. The fabric prevents me from covering her in pre-cum, but I tell myself she is, and spittle drips from the corners of her mouth. “My beautiful little slut, tasting her panties.” Then I thrust forward, and she swallows me down again eagerly. “Can you taste your pussy and my pleasure?”Thrust.

“Don’t we taste good together?”

Thrust.

Her nails drag over my balls, and it takes everything in me not to pin her head to my hips and face-fuck her, but I’m enjoying this battle of dominance and submissiveness far too much.

“Lick your panties clean, beautiful girl. Lick all your mess away.” My spine straightens as she works her tongue over my cock again and again, lavishing it with her desire to please me. “Fuck, you’re so good at that, beautiful. So fucking good.”

A moan vibrates my cock, and I can’t help but to plunge farther into her mouth, causing her to gag, but she doesn’t stop her movements, as if pleasing me is her only mission. “I bet your pussy is dripping, isn’t it?”

She moans around me, causing me to grunt in need. “I can smell your little pussy coating your thighs like a greedy whore.” My hand moves to cup her cheek, holding her still, then I withdraw my cock before plunging back in. “A beautiful little whore on her knees, sucking her panties from my cock.”

Her tongue thrashes around her mouth and over my cock, faster and faster.

“That’s it, keep licking. Keep sucking them clean while I come in them for you.”

When her grip on my balls tightens, I have no choice but to release my pent-up frustration, so my fingers dig into her soft skin, and I slam inside her mouth.

“Fucking clean them,” I grunt. Again and again, I work my hips while she continues to work me. My balls draw up, my muscles coil, and my body floods with such euphoria black spots distort my vision, and the beautiful girl staring up at me with my cock stuffed in her open mouth takes rope after rope of my cum.

The material surrounding it acts as a barrier to her stretched mouth, and I loathe it. My teeth clamp down, and I shove myself deeper into her throat, determined to make her pay for the obstruction.

Finally, with one more thrust of my hips, I still. “Fuckkk.”

Her tongue continues to work around me, then she sucks as if she’s as desperate to taste me through the fabric as I need her to.

“Beautiful,” I croon, the tone of my voice so foreign I don’t recognize it as my own.

GIA

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and slowly withdraws his cock. I swipe the spittle from my mouth with the back of my hand, and he steps back. He unravels my panties from his cock—they’re drenched—and uses them to wipe himself. Then he shocks the hell out of me by stuffing them in his pants pocket before tugging his boxers and pants up. “Bedroom.” He gestures with his chin toward a door to my left, and I glance around the living space of the hotel room.

Clearly, he has money, from the Rolex watch on his wrist, to his Zegna suit tailored to perfection, along with the expensive cologne radiating from him. The man has taste, I’ll give him that. The penthouse comes as no surprise to me, nor is it unfamiliar surroundings, having been brought up in luxury despite having no need for it.

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