Riiiiight.
Challenge accepted. Sylvia was going to make this man completely lose it. She was going for the kill the moment her breath hit his abdomen, the head of his cock pushing against her throat. The smallest groan rumbled within him. Sylvia kissed that ticklish happy trail while her hand lazily worked the shaft in its grip. One flick of her tongue against the tip told her that Joseph was into what she offered. Damn, he tastes good. And now she had enough experience with him to happily say he tasted as good coming as he did during the lead-up.
“You like this shit, don’t you?”
He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I like your smile.”
“Flatterer.”
“I’m serious. Every man should have a woman who’s this amused playing with his cock.”
“You sure you wanna use the word amused, babe?” What a fucking hot damn babe he was. The more Sylvia rubbed her nose against his hard abs and memorized the scent of his sweat, the more amused she was. “Not happy? Not excited?”
“No. Amused is good. It’s the best kind of amused.” He stood back up, hand still on her head. “Bet you’d look even more amused actually sucking my cock.”
“I bet I would be.” She teased him with a fluttering kiss to his shaft, nail tracing one of many dark lines connecting base to tip. Precum glistened on the head of his cock. “Bet I’d look really hot, huh?”
“You’re such a tease.”
“Because I want you writhing like you always want me writhing.”
“You’re gonna have to work for that.”
“Oh,” Sylvia said, tongue flicking around his girth, “I’m gonna.”
Joseph curled both hands beneath the counter behind him. “Good luck. I give as good as I get.”
I know.
“Mm…” Was that all she was going to get after sucking him into her mouth? A simple mm? She didn’t care if Joseph pursed his lips or stared right into her soul. Sylvia wanted him groaning and fucking her throat like the uncontrollable, sex-starved man he was. I know he hasn’t been with anyone else since me. No way. Sylvia knew him well enough to know that Joseph did not have casual sex often. He liked relationships. He liked the promise of something more someday. Can’t believe I thought he was fooling around with a teenager… Perhaps Sylvia was capable of jealousy in this relationship as well.
He really needed to do better than mm!
“Fuck!” That was better! Any guy had to be shaken up when suddenly deep-throated. What, did he think Sylvia was some amateur? That she hadn’t been perfecting this technique for years? She was younger than him, but she wasn’t inexperienced!
She also knew what she liked. Sylvia wanted any man she blew to love it. He better. He better think she was the Empress of Oral. It wasn’t about men getting their money’s worth. It was fucking pride and the thrill it gave Sylvia to know she was unforgettable. Because who else could do it like this?
Come for me, baby. She was going to suck this cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how much he held back, no matter how much he asserted his cool demeanor, Sylvia knew the truth. Deep down beneath that powerful façade was a man who wanted to fuck her mouth and then fuck her cunt until he filled both with what made him a man. Come on, Joseph, you wanna.
Yeah, he wanted to. A man’s cock could only swell so big and loose enough precum in a girl’s throat before he reached the point of no return.
All right. He wanted another trick? How about this?
Sylvia lifted his erection, palm pushing against the underside of his shaft so she could do more than flick her tongue against his sack. Men loved having their little – or not so little, in this case – friends nibbled on, licked, and taken into women’s mouths. Sylvia could do better than that, though. She knew the perfect spot to make Joseph lose his mind.
Musk was all she smelled and tasted once her lips found the fantastical convergence of all parts of a man’s cock. Joseph jerked against her, breaths suddenly light and, dare one say, airy. That’s right. This is the spot, isn’t it? Sylvia’s teeth grazed the underside of his cock, her smile of self-congratulations a force for him to consider before he tried regaining control over his physical faculties.
What Sylvia did not count on, however, was Joseph’s agency. The agency that abruptly ended this tryst when he pulled her hair and yanked her mouth off his cock.
“I don’t think so.” Whoa! Where did that growl come from? “I’m not coming until I think it’s time for you to feel it. That time’s not coming until I have you right where I want you.”
Sylvia fell back on her hands.
“Damn, that dress is hot on you. Take it off.”
“Take it off?”
“Take it off.”
Holy shit, yes, okay!
Sylvia scrambled up and searched for her zipper while Joseph pulled his T-shirt over his head and pushed his jeans down. “I’m taking you to bed, Sylv. I’ve wanted you back in my bed since our first night there.”
Where the fuck was her zipper! “Little help here?”
“Nope.” Now naked – and so deliriously naked! – Joseph remained leaning against the counter with his erection pointing directly at her as if to say “Next? You.” “You have to want this bad enough. Clock’s ticking, Sylv.”
She raced to wiggle out of her dress to the point she forgot to remove her heels. Her dress kicked off her foot, making Sylvia stumble back in a blundering attempt to remove her bra in one move. Joseph didn’t laugh at her, but he wasn’t frowning, either.
“So how was that, huh?” she asked, finally getting her bra off. Her breasts felt heavy against gravity, and her nipples were already hard with desire… for him to touch them. “You like what I do to your cock? Bet you never had a woman do that before.”
Once her lingerie was off, Joseph approached. “Can’t say I have.” With a yelp falling from her throat, Joseph hoisted Sylvia off the ground, his strength pounding through her as she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. If he can fuck me standing up, I’ll go have a trophy made for him. His smug look as he carried her across the room and to his bed would have to do instead. “You’ve never gotten it like I give it to you.”
“You think so?”
She landed on his bed with him right on top of her. It took about five seconds for his cock to find her cleft. Shit! Sylvia closed her eyes as Joseph eased his way into her. Oh my god, he’s not wearing a condom. They both knew she was on birth control, so this was 1000% bareback based on trust. Not that Sylvia was complaining. She had been yearning to know what his hot skin felt like inside of her. One long, meandering whine hit the air as every delectable inch pushed into her. Sylvia grabbed his shoulders, legs spread, knees bent, completely and utterly his.
“I know so.” Joseph sucked on her earlobe, hips engaging in slow thrusts so they could both savor the sensation of their bodies naturally together. “You wouldn’t come knocking down my door so often if I didn’t fuck you the best.”
If he kept this up, he really would earn that title!
‘You want it, don’t you, Sylvia?”
His hips went slightly faster now, teasing her with heavy strokes inside her body. No matter what she grabbed, kissed, or gazed upon, nothing but him met her. A hard, lean body with enough power to kill her from the inside; an intense soul that wanted to explode in passion with her; a handsome face that turned her on every time she looked at it, kissed it.
“Yes…” Fuck, she was on another planet right now. “Oh, fuck, yes I want it.”
“You want me?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” Heavy kisses crashed against her jaw. “I want you too.”
Well, as long as that was cleared up!
Sylvia had never been so eager to make love to a man before. She thought she had been. She thought she knew what it meant to be in love and need a man like he needed her. But that had been naiveté. This was different. So different. Not just the way he felt inside of her, piercing he
r in places she didn’t even know she had, but the way he kissed her, held her, kept her so close to him that it was impossible to breathe anything but him. Were they one? Were they merely connected? Or was this some otherworldly force that they both desperately needed to experience? Because Joseph was right. No man, out of however many Sylvia had been with before, “gave it” to her like he always did.
I’m only getting sentimental because he ain’t wearing a condom. Focusing on his skin sliding against hers made her cling to him with every ounce of pressure she had.
“Harder,” she begged. “Tear me apart!”
His pleasure.
Joseph’s hips slammed against her thighs, his cock battering into her, making her wetter, more eager, and screaming for him. When she could be bothered to return to Earth for the briefest moment, she heard his sounds of pleasure and felt his body ready to climax. Yes, yes, take me. Kill me. Resurrect me for all I fucking care!
“Sylvia…” His movements slowed whenever he spoke, as if it took all of his concentration to form words. “I need you.”
“I need you too. I need you inside me.”
“I’m there right now.”
His kiss interrupted her response to that. “You know what I mean,” she said into his mouth. “I need you inside me.”
“Not until I have you where I want you.”
“How the fuck do you want me?”
Joseph pulled back, but did not abandon her. Instead, he drew her up with him, pulling her into his lap, making her ride it when she lowered her hips. Even though he had fucked her open already, his cock still took more than a second to glide back into her. By then she had fully embraced the situation. Not just his body, both in and around her, but the emotions emanating from his constantly exuding warmth. Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything for me. Don’t tell me there isn’t something here. Sex for the sake of it wouldn’t wreck them like this always did. From the first time they said hello, they had been drawn to one another. Fuck, this was how it was meant to be.
“This, Sylv.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “This is how I want you.”
Time slowed. Their tongues teased one another’s, as if such a dance were verboten outside of this room. “This is how I want to be,” Sylvia admitted. “Look me in the eyes?”
“I can’t think of anything better.”
Sylvia didn’t know where to put her hands while she rode him. Joseph didn’t have that problem. His hands belonged hooked behind her knees or on her bucking hips. Their rhythm ranged from slow and sensual to a heated frenzy that would leave them dizzy for days. Should she hold onto his shoulders? Touch his face and make those eyes stare back into hers as she came? Or should she plaster her palms against his chest and experience the true source of his strength? I don’t care. Just take me there.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispered in his ear. “I know you want to, too.”
“Shit, yes.”
“Do it with me.”
Joseph pressed against the small of her back, steadying her as he surged up into her, lifting her off the bed and pounding into her core. Sylvia didn’t dare let go of him. Not up top, and not down below. She was holding onto him until she couldn’t last a second more.
Euphoria blinded her when she least expected it. It must have been the skillful way Joseph penetrated her, his hands grabbing her ass so hard that two of his fingers inched toward her back entrance. The sensation made her inner walls squeeze him in climax, one wave of unbearable pleasure after another attempting to knock her off his lap. I need him. I crave him. Please, Joseph, hit me right there, right there… She tried to say these words, but they came out a garbled mess of unnecessary bullshit. He got the point, though.
Oh, did he.
“Ah!” His hips stilled, cock driven hard into her. Its pulses rivaled her own, sending tingles straight to her nipples and her clit. Shaking, Sylvia grabbed his sweaty hair and scratched his back until she realized there was a face she could kiss. “Ah, Sylv…”
The first burst of his seed exploded inside of her. Sylvia gasped, completely caught off guard by how erotic it felt to have a man she cared for sharing this with her. He’s so warm… She thought she had been warm inside before? Joseph had shown her how wrong she was.
Another came. Sylvia whimpered on his lips, catching his sigh of pleasure in her mouth. Another. She rocked in his lap, her inner walls urging him to empty everything he had. “Give it to me, Joseph,” she pleaded. “It’s okay.”
He must have believed her, because his cock shot one last stream into her, right into her deepest parts of her.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That is so fucking hot.”
He kissed her as he lowered her to the bed. “You’re fucking hot.”
“It takes two, hon.”
She both wanted him to stay inside of her and to pull out. Joseph did her one better. He rolled slightly to the side, keeping her in his embrace as he pulled his cock out and rubbed the very last of his seed against her mound. Sylvia clasped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Every movement, every sensation they shared now only served to bring them closer. When his still-stiff cock eased back into her, Sylvia knew they were both covered in what made them lunatics for one another.
“How long have you been wanting to do that for?” she asked. Not that she was complaining. She loved it when a hot guy’s cock was covered in its own cum – even better if both were inside of her.
“For as long as I’ve known you.”
“Such a ladies’ man.”
He kissed her brow. “Go ahead and call me a fool for letting you go.”
“You fool.” Sylvia met his lips with her own. “But you’re my fool now.”
“Not if I make you mine first.”
The only foolish thing between them now was the giddiness espousing Sylvia’s heart.
Chapter 26
Joseph
“How does any girl get into it?” Sylvia was going to drink that beer bottle dry before anyone could take it away from her. “I was eighteen and needed money.”
Joseph hadn’t expected her to answer. Only because of his increased sexual bluster had he even broached the topic of her career. “Eighteen, huh?”
“That was a whole six years ago.”
“You’ve done quite well for yourself in six years.”
Sylvia shrugged. The bedsheet was wrapped tightly around her torso, although if Joseph stared hard enough, he could see her nipples poking through. Him, on the other hand? Preferred letting it all hang out after getting up to fetch them a couple of beers from the fridge.
That had been twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes before that? Some of the sweetest cuddling Joseph had experienced since the better days with Angelica. Sylvia hadn’t retreated from him, and he hadn’t ran away from her. Why would I want to be anywhere else? The only reason he got up to get beers was because Sylvia insisted on going to the bathroom for a few minutes. Joseph had worried that she would get dressed and leave, but she crawled right back into his bed and waited patiently for him to take care of her.
I did. I took damn good care of her. This time when he went down on her, he completely, utterly embraced it, and reveled in making her come not once, but twice. What’s better than having a woman’s thighs try to crush your fucking skull in?
“I’ve had a lot of luck,” Sylvia said. She put the bottle down on the nightstand and turned toward him. Their lips hovered a few inches apart, neither one going for the kiss. Until Joseph lifted his head because he couldn’t take the suspense any longer. “Both back then and recently.”
He pulled her down into his arms. Sylvia wrapped hers across his chest, finger tracing tiny circles around his nipple. Joseph was too satisfied to become instantly aroused again. His body craved more of her, but knew its limits. Unfortunately.
I managed to fuck her without coming for who knows how long. I did pretty damn good today. Sylvia never once complained. She must have agreed. “What
kind of luck?”
“Well, a lot of girls try it out, have some pretty shady experiences, and either realize it’s not all fun and games or that they’re going to have to actually work for it. Contrary to popular belief, you cannot start a career in sex work and watch the money roll in. Even camming is a congested job. You have to market like crazy.”
“So how did you make it all the way to the most exclusive pleasure house in the nation within six years?”
“Four and a half, actually. I left over a year ago.”
“Right. Four and a half.”
Sylvia rubbed her eyes. Such a natural movement, and yet Joseph couldn’t help but be drawn further into her fold. Everything she did was so beautiful. Watching those pale limbs move like liquid through the air… her hair swaying with every turn of her head… feet poking out of the sheets and toes wiggling. He wanted to smother her with affection. He wanted to growl into her ear that she was ruining him, but in that good way that made a man feel alive.
Damn, she was dangerous. Yet Joseph was so far beneath her spell that he couldn’t care how dangerous anymore.
“Like I said, I got lucky. I’ve always known how to use charm. I was beguiling boys and older men from puberty, although I was stupid about it back then. Never been shy about sex. Once I realized I could make thousands marketing to men with good means, I never looked back. One of my first clients liked me so much that he referred me to some of his buddies. You guys do that, I guess.”
Joseph couldn’t imagine hiring the services of an escort and then referring all his buddies to her. Or maybe that was his cultural upbringing talking. Men weren’t supposed to kiss and tell. Not if they didn’t want their mothers (or stepmothers, in his case) screaming at them before plying them with food until they were so bloated that they had no choice but to sit and think about their poor decisions.
“So I had a sizable client list by the time I was twenty. Took it to an escort agency that a lot of colleagues online said was good and reputable. See, I knew the madam of that place could take me to the next level. I wanted to make a lot of money and meet men of that lifestyle. Sure, I was following her schedule and rules, and she was taking a big cut of my earnings, but I made more in the long run working for her agency and I would have a level of protection I couldn’t get on my own. Helped that she liked me, too, so she favored me for brand new clients. I don’t create waves with my colleagues. There are a lot of women who get competitive. I want to do my work and get the most out of it.”
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