Page 16 of Tinsel and Teasing

I respect the women who subscribe to my platform, and the schedule I’ve created, but I don’t want to log on ever again.

My heart and body belong to Isadora.

But I recognize the look in her eyes, that I’m eye candy, and perhaps nothing more. My stomach knots. I have to get her past that. We won her in an auction and asked for sex. How can she possibly believe there’s more?

“What you did tonight was amazing—putting yourself up for auction, not knowing who would buy you, and being willing to donate four hours of your time to raise money for the fire department. You have a kind heart.”

“I also haveneeds, if you know what I mean.”

I lower my finger to her sex and dip inside. Holy fuck, she’s so slick, hot, and tight. “Do your needs have anything to do with this?”

Her hands slap onto my shoulders. “Yes, please have sex with me.”

“What if I want to make love to you?” I put my heart on the chopping block.

“Let’s not complicate this.”

Why is she holding back?

“All right. Tonight it’s sex, but after this, I’m going to prove that I love you.”

“Says the only virgin in the room,” she teases.

I growl at her, then realize what I’ve done. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“Then we better hurry and have sex so you don’t die a virgin.”

I can’t hold back anymore. I slide my cock into her, keeping my finger on her clit, making sure she’s going to come before me. It is one hell of a fierce race. I thrust as slowly as I can, giving her time to build up another orgasm.

Pressing my lips onto hers, my tongue and my erection are inside of her. My sanity is shot. My world will never be the same. I want to devote myself to her.

I’ll give up my Hardwood persona. I just have to figure out how to replace my income so I can be her provider. Then…fuck…all of the distractions I’m trying to put in place fall apart.

As her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her body lurches, and her pussy milks me. I give in, pumping stream after stream of hot cum into her. The sloppy sound of wet sex fills the air and I can no longer think.

All I can do is stand there holding her, praying that even though I went last, my sperm will have the most determination to make sure she has my baby.

Eleven

Isadora

“Fuck,it’steno’clock.You better get moving, Clyde.” Knox whispers too loudly, waking me.

We’re in a tangle on Clyde’s bed and I clamp my eyes shut against the morning light. I’m surrounded by warmth, happiness, and security. I’m exhausted from several rounds of sex. Some of which were starting to last more than a few seconds.

Happiness fills me that I got to share my first time with these three incredible men who made themselves vulnerable giving up their virginity in front of each other.

Clyde quietly grumbles. “Does it look like I care?”

He pulls me closer.

“You have your…thing.” What is Knox being discreet about?

I cringe into myself when everything starts to register. If it’s really ten, Clyde is supposed to announce the next winner in his extremely popular contest. He makes a short video where he draws a follower’s name, writes it on a piece of wood, and makes puns about having her name on his wood, how hard it is, and all sorts of other hysterical things that suddenly don’t feel funny.

He doesn’t know that I know about it, because I planned on being long gone. Tension grips my body.

“It can wait,” he says in Knox’s direction then kisses the top of my head.

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