Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I moan loud.
I cry out when he bites.
It’s just what I need. What I crave. What Holly the whore wants from a man like him.
“Don’t hold back,” I say. “I’m yours for three hours straight. Body, mind, and filthy fucking soul.”
“I’m glad I picked such a high ranker,” he says. “I know you’ll be worth every fucking penny.”
He hoists my legs up and spreads them wide, and I use the opportunity to demonstrate how true to life my profile is. I snake my hand down to my lacy black panties, rubbing my desperate clit through the fabric.
“No fakery here,” I tell the man who wants to use me. “I’m already soaked through. Feel for yourself.”
His fingers replace mine, digging inside the lace to my slippery wet slit.
“The reviews really are true, aren’t they? You’re fucking horny for it.”
“Every single one of them.” I buck my hips. “Come on, try me. Test me. Feel it for yourself.”
It feels great to have three thick fingers slam right inside my pussy. Fingers that belong to a stranger. To a man I’ve never seen before in my life.
This means nothing but sex. Meaningless, animalistic fucking. Far more delicious than any cake on Cake Baker.
I tug my panties to the side and splay myself wide, offering more. I want to scream for everything he’s got. I want to shout. I want to beg, and squeal, and lose myself. Lose myself in order to BE myself.
So why not do it?
Why not set myself free?
“More! Plough my cunt, deep and hard. As hard as you want me to take it!”
He pauses the finger-fucking, grinning at me. “That’ll be pretty bloody hard.”
“Do it!!”
Three fingers turn to four, and they are thick enough to stretch me. My client slides his thumb up and down my slit as he works me, and it’s enough of a tease that my breaths speed up.
I tug my knees to my chest, tipping my head back.
“That’s so good,” I tell him. “You’re so fucking good.”
“Don’t bother complimenting me. I’ve barely started.”
His mouth moves back to one of my tits, but this time he tugs down the lace first so he has full access to my nipple. It’s so hard it’s like a bullet, and he pinches it between his teeth enough to make me groan. My hips buck against his hand between my legs, craving more, and I hold his head to my tit, begging for more, more, more, fucking more!
“You’re lucky that I’ve got a whole lot more to give you,” he says, and tugs his sopping wet fingers from my pussy.
I smile up at him as he licks them clean.
My eyes are fixed on his belt as he loosens his trousers and tugs down his boxers, and he wasn’t lying. He has got a whole lot more.
His cock is a stormer, but it’s more about girth than length. Thick and chunky. He’s going to be a stretch, even after a four-finger plunging.
I raise myself up on my elbows with a grin, and User 2466 smiles back at me, genuinely this time. His soul is loosening up.
His shoulders are heavy with a different kind of tension now. His jaw is gritted with a whole other kind of need. Lust. It’s such a stress reliever. And boy don’t I know it.
He rubs the meaty head of his dick up and down my horny slit, and I work back and forth with a giggle.
“I’m so glad you picked me. You were exactly what I needed tonight.”
“Same goes. Your slutty cunt is going to be a fucking pleasure.”
“You haven’t even sampled my ass or mouth yet.”
“I’ll be doing more than sampling them. I’ll be slamming to the hilt in every fucking hole.”
“I hope that’s a promise.”
He doesn’t play gentle when he finally thrusts his chunky cock inside me. I groan as he slams to the balls, and grip clench my muscles, straining. I want to feel the stretch and the burn as my pussy accepts him.
“Nice and tight,” he says. “You’re so fucking tight for a whore.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When he thrusts his hips it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing. He’s an expert at pulling out just to the very tip and making the most of every slam.
“How many whores do I have to compete with?” I ask him. “Tell me about the filthy competition.”
I flutter my lashes as I smirk at him, my gasps genuine with every thrust.
“You want to hear about my filthy fucking antics? Really?”
“Call me nosey, and competitive.” I grin and tip my head back. “And filthy as all living fuck.”
He leans forward to pin me flat to the desk, his breath hot in my face, his cock paused deep.
“I’ve been way too fucking busy on a project these past twelve months to indulge myself. Working until midnight every bastard night. I had a girlfriend, if you can call the gold-digging bitch that, but turfed her out of my life last week when I finally saw the bitch for what she really was. Your Agency has delivered plenty of decent sluts in the past, so I reinstated my account.”