Page 11 of The Rich One

I’m only remotely aware that he’s jacking himself off as he eats my pussy from back to front—sucking on my clit with every pass—sucking on my lips as my orgasm comes down and my breathing returns to something close to normal.

My eyes open just in time to watch him rise on his haunches, look me straight in the eyes, and stroke himself to climax. His dick pointing to my opening, streams of cum landing on my mound, my belly button, my tits, until there’s nothing left.

Our eyes meet and a slow grin adorns his beautifully plump lips, coated with my juices, before he announces. “Fourteen minutes and twenty-six seconds.”

Fucker.

He’s lucky the orgasm was definitely worth it.

Needless to say, light sleepers or not, we both pass out after a quick hot shower and don’t open our eyes until the sun bursts through the sheer curtains, the breeze a welcome interruption to a dreamless night.

It only takes my brain a few seconds to remember the text from last night and my body tenses all over again.

I’m guessing I’ll need to take another trip to Staten Island soon.

CHAPTERFIVE

An in-room massage is my new favorite thing. I’ve got the day to myself in a luxury hotel, so here I am, getting any and all kinks out of my back. Tyler organized it for me as he dressed for meetings with his clients today. The way that man puts on a suit is almost as toe curling as when he takes it off.

“How’s the pressure for you?”

The masseuse pulls me from my thoughts. I hate it when they do that. It ruins my whole relaxation mode and pulls me into the present.

“Fine, thank you.” I might hate talking during a massage, but I don’t want her to stop whatever she’s doing with those magic hands, so I keep my voice sweet.

The tranquil flute sounds coming from the speakers, combined with the sweet almond oil smell, do their job in helping me relax again. The lines have been blurred a little too far this weekend with Tyler, and I can’t allow that to continue. No matter how good that orgasm was. I need to remind myself that he’s nothing more than a client.

The one thing I’ve been avoiding drifts back into my thoughts. The text message. It was only five words, but those five words could ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build and keep separated. My worlds were never meant to collide, and now I’m going to have to face it head on. With one person I hoped would never know.

Will he look at me differently? Will he still respect me?

As much as I hate to ask myself that question—I know I have nothing to be ashamed of—I’m not blind to the judgment that comes with what I do.

Is he one of those people?

Fuck! This isn’t a road I want to go down right now, I’ll deal with it on Monday. Tyler is paying for my time, and anything less than my full attention is unprofessional. I need to put River in a box and keep Rose in the forefront; the most confident woman in every room.

“Mrs. Walker…? Mrs. Walker, I’m all done now.” I must’ve fallen asleep. That sixty minutes went by faster than I’d like.

“Thank you.” My words are muffled as I try to lift my heavy head. I’d forgotten Tyler checked us in as Mr. and Mrs. at the hotel. Just another stark reminder that this is all fake.

“No problem, Mrs. Walker. Don’t forget to hydrate plenty, and enjoy the rest of your stay. I’ll get someone to come back for the bed later so you can just get up when you’re ready.”

The room door clicks open and doesn’t close again. I wait… and wait… and hear a shuffle.

“Hello?” I lift my head fully, pushing up onto my elbows so I can see the entrance.

“Enjoy yourself?” Leaning casually against the doorframe, Tyler’s tight smile is accompanied with a raised eyebrow.

A sleepy nod is my response—the well-practiced, seductive and demure kind. He’s tense, and as much as he’s trying to hide it, I can see it in his posture. After a morning of undoubtedly stressful meetings, I know what he needs.

Sliding off the massage table, I let the towel that was around my waist drop to the floor, leaving me bare to him. His eyes drink me in, giving me a powerful sense of control, like I hold all the answers to his troubles. He pushes off the door, closing it behind him as he prowls toward me.

I drop to my knees—my intentions clear as I unzip his suit pants. His cock is straining to be released, so I do just that. Palming his balls in one hand, I lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip, flicking my tongue over the cum-leaking slit. My lips envelop the broad head, sucking like it’s giving me life until I hear the deep tremble of his guttural groan. The sound spurs me on, the fact that I’m taking even an iota of his control actually makes me wet for him.

To say I’m surprised is an understatement. For the second time in as many days, I don’t need to lube up. My mouth slides down the length of his cock until my nose is pressed against his groin. With my tongue flattened against the hard, velvety surface of his cock, I add and relent the pressure without a set rhythm. There’s nothing more fun than keeping them guessing.

It doesn’t take long for the head of his dick to hit the back of my throat, the tangy taste of him hitting my tongue before practically ramming my tonsils. He’s close, I can feel it. My suspicion is confirmed as his hand clutches the crown of my head and his hips thrust forward, making me gag around him. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth as he takes control of the situation, fucking my face with a deep, primal need.

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