Page 22 of Their Master

“Yes, Smith.”

He nodded and positioned himself at her entrance before pulling her down slowly.

Moira burned inside even with all Amaya’s preparation, and his cock was like a molten rod inside her tight passage but she pressed down harder, until he filled her to the root, the pain of penetration making her so wet it was as if she’d already come.

He gave a breathless laugh as he shifted his angle slightly and flexed his hips, skewering her deeper and keeping her filled.

Moira shivered, finding it difficult to breathe she was so full. It hurt—hehurt—but she couldn’t get enough of him, the pleasure and pain so intwined she didn’t know where one left off and the other began.

But as full as she was, her cunt felt empty… so empty.

She opened her mouth to beg for his fingers but bit her lip before she could give in to her body’s demands.

Instead of pleading for more, she ground her bottom down, taking him deeper and then tightened her inner muscles.

He hissed in a breath. “Such a good girl,” he praised, fucking up into her with sharp thrusts that darkened her vision. “I wish I had more to give you.”

If he gave her anymore,she probably would have lost consciousness.

“Ride me,” he ordered, sitting back to watch.

Moira was woozy and shaky as she raised herself up until his crown stretched the tight ring of muscle, and then sank down again.

“Yes… just like that—slow and deep.”

She began to post him, taking every inch of him.

His burning gaze dropping to her sex and he lazily thumbed her clitoris.

Moira shivered at the addition of yet more sensation.

“Please, Smith,” she whispered, her inner muscles fluttering and contracting on nothing, begging to be filled.

Smith smirked. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he chided, but he lowered his second hand and pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping while his thumb worked her overstimulated bundle of nerves and his big cock filled her to the root.

It was justtoo…much.

“Come for me, Moira,” he ordered as her body shook with the effort of containing so much sensation.

Her hips jerked and her fingers dug into the hard, striated muscles of his shoulders as the most intense orgasm of her life rolled through her body.

For the first time ever, Moira gave herself up to her own pleasure without any thought of the man who was paying her.

∞∞∞

“More wine?” Smith asked, raising the half-empty bottle.

“No thank you,” Moira said.

That was the last thing she needed to do: drink too much and let her control slip even worse than it already had when she’d screamed out her orgasm and then fallen into a brief but deep sleep.

She’d never done that with a client—it wasn’t her job to climax until she lost consciousness. It was her job to ensure her partner did so.

Instead, she’d woken to find Smith watching her.

“Tell me about yourself, Moira,” he said now.

“About me?” she repeated, stalling.

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