Page 6 of Raspberry Cake
“Oh kitten, you need to use your words.”
“I want all of you,” she whimpered.
“You do, huh?” And with his thumb circling her clit faster, he slammed his cock to the hilt. She cried out, jerking up towards the headboard. “You want it rough, kitten?”
“Yes,” she cried as he thrusted into her again. “Please.”
Who was he to deny her the pleasure? His fingers dug into the skin of her thigh as he thrust into her, the slapping of their bodies making the most arousing sound. He pressed his flat hand on her lower stomach, his thumb still assaulting her clit as his cock railed into her over and over. Eveline cried and moaned, begging him not to stop. And how could he resist? He needed her to come so he could finally feel her strangling his cock. He took her hard and fast, watching her fall apart more by the second.
Only when he felt her cunt constrict round his cock, did he ease himself over the edge with her. Her moans softened and the tension in her body eased up as he rode out his orgasm. Eveline panted for air, sweat glistening on her forehead.
“You look breathtaking, kitten,” he hummed, loving the lazy smile at the praise. After gently laying her leg down and making her comfortable, he disposed of the condom and lifted her into his arms before sitting against the headboard with her in his lap. “How are you feeling?” he softly whispered against her hair, his palm kneading into her thigh.
“Good,” she hummed, her cheek pressing into his sweat-slicked chest.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, it was perfect.”
He pulled the blanket over her to keep her comfortable and for a while, he just held her. Her eyes closed and her breathing evened out as she drifted off to sleep. She was so fucking tiny he’d been surprised she wanted it so rough. Then it occurred to him that she might be frustrated with people treating her like some fragile little creature. Only when her phone started ringingon the nightstand did she open her eyes again. He handed it over to her, the alarm meaning that their time was up.
“Can you grab my bag for me?” she asked.
“Of course.” He slipped her off his lap and went to fetch her handbag, along with her clothes. Then he disappeared into the bathroom where he’d left his jeans and t-shirt. He felt odd, and extremely idiotic. It hadn’t felt like he’d justsoldhis body. No, they’d shared a connection. The thought of stepping out there and taking money from her was borderline embarrassing but without it, he doubted he’d even make it back to Shannon’s.
He dressed, tucking in his shirt and buckling his belt. With his hair concealed under his old ballcap, he returned to the bedroom, where Eveline sat on the bed, just as she had a few hours ago.
With a soft, contented smile, she held out an envelope. “Thank you.”
He took it, but not without placing his fingers under her chin and kissing her cute little nose. “It was my pleasure, kitten.”
Then, without even so much as a glance back, he grabbed his things and left.
Eveline
Eveline watched the door for a while after Renley left. Even now that he was gone, the warm, fuzzy feeling he’d left her with lingered.
She’d tried the usual dating scene, and all the apps and websites one could think of, but most men changed their minds once they saw the chair. She’d been lonely for quite some time. Feeling the need for strong arms to hold her, she’d gone on a hunt for a male escort, willing to pay the price to be seen for the woman she was for even just a few hours.
Since she had the room for the night, she raided the snacks and curled up in the oversized bed. As she made herself comfortable, she kicked up a cloud of Renley’s scent. God, he smelled good,mouthwatering.
With her favourite romance movie playing in the background, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and indulge in the memories ofhim. Not just the multiple orgasms, but the tender care he’d shown her in every touch. And the pet name he’d given her was the icing on the cake. Though with all of it, Evelineknew that it was nothing more than business to him—though it was averygood business exchange. He probably called all his clients “kitten.” It was likely just a way to prevent himself from forgetting a name. It was hisjobto make women feel good.
Though none of that bothered her. It was exactly what she’d signed up for, and everything she needed. She dozed off to his scent around her and only awoke in time for check-out. She drove home, immediately greeted by her two cats. Flake jumped on her lap while Luna knocked her empty food bowl around the floor noisily.
“Yes, yes,” she laughed, feeding them quickly before she ended up on their bad side—she’d already left them overnight.
That cozy feeling stayed with her throughout the day. As usual, she spent her Sunday cleaning the house and preparing her meals for the week. Eveline was nowhere near a fitness guru, but she was simply too busy to cook most evenings given her long work hours.
Her sister called that evening, giving her the chance to have her regular video chat with her nephews. Once Mathew and Drew were occupied by their father, Laira found a quiet spot to interrogate her. “How was it last night?”
She’d told her sister what she was doing in the event that things went south. “Good.”
“He wasn’t a weirdo?”
“No. Thank you for not making me feel weird about it.”
“You know I just want the best for you and judging by the smile on your face, it was good for you. Just spare me the details—I might get jealous.”
