Page 59 of Their Courtesan
“Did you really?” Her body lowered toward his, but only slightly. She wouldn’t let him in easily. “I have missed you too. That’s why I want to make this worth my feelings.”
Feelings, huh? Judith was either telling him the truth or so advanced in her seduction game that she didn’t mind dropping an F bomb around a client. Most women he cavorted with avoided it at all costs. Put as much emotional distance between themselves and him as possible.Didn’t realize I liked that word so much.
“Say the word, lovely, and I’ll spare nothing more on you.”
The way her body shivered in his grasp almost senthimover the edge. Would be a fine thing to lose it before he could even get it in. What kind of power did she have over him again?
“Go ahead, Mr. Bolivar.” She was melting in his arms. “Do your worst. Ravage me.”
“Good thing I remember your safe word.” Miguel threw his weight back and then forward again. Judith toppled to her bed, ass in the air and fingers clutching the beige, glittery gauze hanging around her bed. Miguel had arrived to find his favorite woman in the same place she had occupied his first night there – shrouded in a penetrable veil, waiting for him. Only now they knew each other, and what to expect. Like what he wanted, and what she could deliver.
Always money well spent.
Now there was no awkwardness between them. Even Miguel could be reserved around a new woman. He wanted to unleash the barbarian within. Hewantedto show her what strength he had and how he could use it, to fuel himself, to fuel her with lust. He rarely had the chance to do so, however, unless he traveled to the same place all the time and met with the same women. Living nearby? There was plenty of time to get to know Judith… and he was already on his way.
Her cry as he buried his cock in her was the most delightful thing he heard all week.
The first assumption people made about Miguel when they learned his preferred dating methods – or lack thereof, in some cases – was that he saw women as expendable commodities. The truth couldn’t be farther from that. The money both brought him closer to women and established much needed boundaries on both of their parts. They both knew exactly what to expect. He respected her need to make a living and, in turn, she respected his own physical needs. This didn’t mean it never went in the other direction. On the contrary, the women Miguel consistently went back to were the ones who seemed to genuinely enjoy being with him, or at least looked forward to his visits. He believed Judith when she said she wanted to be with him. She had teased him more than once about bidding to become her patron. Miguel did not make assumptions. Whoever the other guy was, he must be decent. Judith seemed the kind of woman who would put her foot down and choose Miguel automatically if the other guy wasn’t amusing enough.
So even though he came in late, arranged for payments to be made, and already knew how much he wanted to tip her for whatever services rendered… even though the first thing he did was kiss her, grope her, tear her clothes off… even though he now pulled her hips against his so he could thrust into her, hard, deep, over and over, listening to her cry into her bed and nearly tear the gauze off the frame… even though this all transpired, he still thoughtHow can I make her feel the most pleasure possible?
It was both an altruistic thought and a completely selfish one, as most decisions tended to be. He wanted her to have a good time. Miguel got no enjoyment from a bored woman who was going through the motions to make a buck, but he also knew that the more fun she had, the more pleasure she experienced, the morehegot. Her body writhing against his. Her cries so desperate, so beautiful that he responded with more power in his hips. Her skin covered in sweat and the result of their carnal union. Her hair tangling in her hands and in his. Her damn perfect cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to.
The deeper he sank into her in this position, the more he realized they fit together almosttoowell. She accepted him so readily. If there was a problem, whether physical or mental, she told him and they worked it out so they could resume their fun. She was so trained in effortless communication that sometimes…
Sometimes Miguel forgot that this woman he had seen all of three times in his life wasnothis long-term girlfriend.
Adrenaline spiked his heart. Miguel channeled the energy into a well-timed spank against Judith’s waiting ass, sending her halfway across the bed with him still inside her. Her knuckles were turning white from clutching the edge of her bed so hard. Her voice was going hoarse. Yet when Miguel momentarily pulled out of her, he felt nothing but a cascade of her arousal falling from her body. He had to stop and think whether or not he had come. When he realized that it was 100% her, he eagerly slammed back into her to the tune of her singing his praises. Judith’s hand was between her legs, stroking both her clit and his cock as it thrust in and out of her.
No oral sex. Little kissing. This was purely from his growing need as he drove up to meet her and whatever she did to get ready for him.Was she thinking about me all day? Or was touching herself before I arrived a practical thing to do for her business?Dangerous to think about such things in the middle of sex.
“Miguel!” she whined, her legs shaking in his strong grip. “Spank me again!”
He did, timing it to the thrust of his hips. Judith screamed, muffled only by the comforter beneath them.
That was it. Too damn much. Between her whimpers of pleasure and the sensation of her cunt attempting to milk him dry, Miguel was a goner. He braced himself against her shoulders, thrusting as fast as he dared whilst announcing his intentions to fill her with more than his cock.
The grunts they both emitted – hers deep and otherworldly, his loud and roaring – echoed around the large boudoir and took Miguel to that final place where all that existed was the two of them. It didn’t matter how emotionally separate they were. As of now they were one entity.
The heat bursting from his cock was torturous relief. He desperately needed to lose it, but it also meant that all this joy, this conjugal reverie, was coming to an end. For now, anyway. Soon enough he would be ready to go again, if Judith would have him.
Hard to tell. He held himself within her, letting his cock empty the last of its relief and beholding her orgasm as it ripped through her. Judith’s fingers twisted in her hair as her knees slid across the bed. She instinctively tried to shoot off his cock, but Miguel held her to him, determined to make her feel every inch of his length and girth, making sure she never forgot it.
“Oh my God, you bastard.” She was completely breathless. She was also waving at him to relent. Miguel did so, pulling out and succumbing to the fatigue washing over him. But he would not flop onto the bed and go to sleep. He was a better gentleman than that. He would ease himself down and stroke her arm as she heaved heavy breaths into her bed, legs tenderly moving and fingers dipping into combined wetness. “I need to charge you extra for that much cum.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No.Just… just I should charge you more.” She tried to laugh, but still had no breath.
“I’m a big guy, you know.” Miguel folded his arms behind his head and stared at the gold detailing on her ceiling. “I only come that hard for my favorite gals.”
“Stop.” Judith likewise rolled onto her back, one hand brushing through her tangled hair. “You’re too much, Mr. Bolivar.”
“I’d tell you to call me Miguel, but I’m getting used to the way you say that.” It wasn’t distance. It wasn’t formalities. It was pure affection.
“I like both your names. Although…” Judith let out a final sigh. Had she regained her strength? Miguel hoped so. “Does Bolivar come from Bolivia? I have been thinking way too much about this. Pretty much every time I hear your name now.”
“That is… random. Why in the world are you thinking about that?”
