‘Rule number four. Don’t fall in lust or love with your client.’
Bryce lifts me up, putting an end to my delusion.
Focus.
He lowers me an inch at a time onto his cock.
Hell, that feels so good.
His massive erection would make a porn star jealous.
His blue eyes are so intense, they search my soul as we stare at each other.
“You okay?” he asks.
“You’re…”
“Huge?”
“Just a bit.”
“When I’m around you, I’m so fucking hard. It’s like my cock turns to steel.”
He shouldn’t say things like this because it fucks with my head.
‘Rule number one. This is a business transaction, not a dating service.’
Bryce holds me tight as he gives a final thrust and I feel him, deep inside.
“Goddamn,” he says, fucking me. “Your pussy is as sweet as I expected.”
He picks up the pace and I clench around his assault.
The sustained friction of his pelvis against my clit is sublime.
The climactic buildup causes me to throb in staccato pulses.
I can’t believe this.
What is it with this guy?
Magic fingers and a magic cock?
He leans into me, causing even more pressure in the pit of me.
The shift is my undoing.
“Bryce! I’m—” I throw my head back to contain the pleasure. It’s in vain. I come all over his cock.
He grabs my hair and pulls hard.
The hot sting of pain intensifies my climax.
My body convulses as I groan like a slut.
“Jesus!” I sink against his hard body.
I’m limp from ecstasy.