Page 4 of Good Girl Gone Bad

He stopped caressing her breast and lifted her left leg, stretching it so her ankle rested on his shoulder. “Fucking hot,” he groaned, and this time when he continued the torturous in-and-out dance, he rammed into a profound place inside her.

She let out a raw moan, her heart about to burst in her ears. Thumps of each beat became louder. She knew she was stretching to the max to accommodate him, their contact airtight. “So. Deep,” she said, barely choking out the words.

“I know, tesoro.” His voice was gruff, haunted, and erotic. She had no idea what his occupation was, but he could definitely moonlight as a sex phone person and make buckets of money from his accent alone. “I’m feeling it, too… I love being inside you.”

He nibbled her lip again, his teeth grazing her flesh. She slipped her fingers into his shirt, feeling his amazing shoulders, the taut muscles tensing under her touch. She bet he looked like an Adonis 2.0 when naked, but right now they were both too turned on to even take off their clothes. She scratched his skin, squeezing him closer. He let out a couple of groans and retaliated, fucking her faster, intensifying that pull and push about to drive her insane.

Her breath came out in bursts, and soon pleasure exploded in her pussy, sending charges of heat through her. She clutched him, coming undone in glorious, long-lasting spasms like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“That’s right,” he said, pumping harder into her, his heavy, full balls slapping her sticky thighs as he claimed her.

She was barely getting over the orgasm when he resumed his sweet torture of her clit, and suddenly, the climax reignited and her body sizzled again. Confused, she embraced him for support, unsure if she was still peaking from last time or if this was a bonus.

“Next time I fuck you, I want to come all over you. On your big tits, deep in your sweet pussy, on your ass, in your mouth. I want to coat you with my cum so there’s no doubt where you belong.”

His dirty words ripped her apart, like she approached a cliff, and they pushed her over the edge. She closed her eyes and fell hard, her body convulsing. She opened her mouth to call out his name, but only managed to choke out a whimper. He growled before releasing himself into her, shivering.

Then he planted a kiss on her forehead, and she blinked. No, this hadn’t been some crazy erotic dream. She had just been freshly fucked by a man who she’d never met before. A man whose name she didn’t know. A walk-in client.

“I have to ask. What brought you to my salon?”

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