Chapter 22 #2
“Oh Daddy,” she whispers seductively, eyes never straying from mine as she reaches forward and grabs the front of my shirt. “I’m going to make sure you can’t walk straight by the time we have to leave on Saturday.”
Ay dios mio, I groan and she leans forward, pressing a kiss to my neck before standing up and walking to the back room to get started on her work duties. I watch her walk away from me, swaying those hips tantalizingly and my fingers curl into fists.
I need her.
I want her.
Quickly checking the time, I see I have at least forty minutes before my next client comes in and that seems like just enough time to jump start our two days in heaven.
I give her a five minute headstart.
I don’t want Asher to have any reason to come back and find us. Luckily, the creep booked a four-hour session.
Making my way back there, I try to be nonchalant. I try to not draw attention, and again–luckily, Asher’s too focused on his work so I don’t think he sees.
Hopefully he’ll think I just went to the bathroom.
Because let me tell you, this isn’t going to take long. I’m going to bend her over that table and make her bite down on her arm to keep from screaming.
Fuck, I’m already getting hard just imagining it.
I open the door, quietly shutting it behind me. Roxie turns slowly, a knowing grin on her face like she was waiting for me.
“Come here, Daddy,” Roxie purrs, leaning back against the counter and slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, she unzips the hoodie she’s wearing. “Show me how much you want me.”
“Oh carino, I’ll show you.” I take a chair from the small table in the middle of the room and jam it under the doorknob so at least if Asher tries to come back here, I’ll have a few seconds headstart. “But are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?”
Roxie slides the hoodie off her shoulders, letting the fabric fall away.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I say reverently, crossing the room faster than I thought possible. Never underestimate a man in love when he’s horny.
“Show me,” she says strongly. Like a goddess in charge, as she opens her legs wider.
I need to get her naked. Now.
My jaw clenches as I move quickly at her order, and I kiss her hard. My hands move to her waistband, popping the button and pulling the zipper of her tiny-fucking-shorts down.
“We don’t have time to do this properly,” I whisper roughly in her ear. “So you’re going to have to be quiet and follow directions, baby. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Daddy, I can,” she whispers breathlessly at my words.
With her permission obtained, I flip her around so she’s trapped between me and the counter.
I wanted the table, but now that I think about it, the table might scratch on the floor or squeak.
Not to mention I might be slightly traumatized by the last table we fucked on.
No, counter’s better.
My dick’s already raging against the jeans I’m wearing, begging to be let free.
“Are you sure, baby? Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I cup her neck with my stretched hand and tip her head back so she’s arching against me. “Tell me, baby, tell me you’ll be good and quiet and I’ll fuck you right here.”
I grind into her, my hard cock slotting between her cheeks in a way that makes me clench my teeth and take a steadying breath. I know we have to be quick, but I don’t want this to end embarrassingly quickly.
“I’ll be your good girl,” she whispers. I feel her throat vibrate under my hand and I tighten my hold on her neck a little more. When she doesn’t react right away, I worry that I’ve pushed it too far.
Fuck, I lessen the hold, quickly dropping my hand but my girl, my strong girl, pushes back into me and whines, “More.”
“Anything for you.” My hand goes back to her throat and I tighten just a little, just enough to make her sigh in satisfaction and both of her hands wrap around my arm holding her. “We don’t have a lot of time.” I say it more for myself than for her, reminding us that we’re on the clock.
“Then you better hurry,” she sasses back and I growl in her ear.
“Careful, Roxanne.”
Instead of answering me, her hands go behind her and start to pull at my jeans.
In an instant, it’s like the tension and heat we were feeling explodes and we can’t move fast enough.
Her breaths become pants as I drag her shorts down to her knees, before taking over undoing my jeans and finally letting my cock free.
Roxie leans down, her hips pushing back, biting her lip. I fucking love that she seems to need and want me as much as I desperately crave her.
“I want to bend you over and make you scream for me. Do you think I can hit your cervix from this angle?” I growl in her ear, my hand gripping her hip and tilting her up. “Should I try?” I need to get her ready for me, because once I get inside her, I’m not stopping until she’s shaking.
I drop to my knees, my mouth watering as I lick her from top to bottom and swirling my tongue around her clit.
I keep going, moving and teasing her until I feel her thighs shake.
I smile against her cunt, my nose pushing against her backhole and I slip a finger into her pussy curling it until she whines.
I can feel her trying to hold more noises back, and usually that would make me want to spank her ass until it was red with my handprint, but right now, we can’t get caught.
Standing up, I rip my finger from her and she gasps, falling into the counter for stability. She looks absolutely fucking wrecked.
Already.
I can’t wait. I can’t hold back.
“Ready, baby?” I whisper hotly in her ear, my mouth and chin still wet from her pussy.
Roxie doesn’t answer, just moans as she reaches back and threads her fingers in my hair, arching her back so her sex is closer to mine. Inviting me, needing me, seeking me.
I’m not going to leave my girl waiting.
Guiding my cock into her heat, I sink into her inch by tight, wet inch.
Roxie starts to groan and I quickly put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. The moment my hand is on her mouth, I feel the vibrations of her moans. With my other hand, I lift her leg, setting her knee against the counter to spread her wider for me.
“Shhh, carino,” I whisper, breathing heavily in her ear as I start to thrust into her quicker.
Esta chica, joder, esta chica.
This girl, fuck, this girl. She’s going to be the death of me.
Keeping one hand over her mouth, I slide the other down her front, and rub her clit in tight circles.
“Mmmh, hmmm, mmmmm,” Roxie starts to moan louder, and I shush her soothingly but I can feel she’s getting close. Her walls tighten around me, fluttering with each movement, and I about bite her when she starts pushing back against me.
“Shhh, Roxie. If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll stop.”
The moment those words leave my lips she stops talking under my hand, but pushes back against me harder.
“Good girl,” I whisper hotly in her ear, praising her for making the right call. “Now come for me, baby.”
A few more hard thrusts and I can tell she’s right there, but I need to throw her over the edge.
So I pull out just until my tip is the only part inside her and fuck her faster. Just right at the entrance, and she smacks the counter, her shoulders curl and I know I’m right when she starts fluttering around for something to hold onto.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. That’s it, carino, fuck,” I whisper, my words quieter than I thought I could be, but she can hear them because her head falls forward and she shoves herself back, taking me in one thrust and her whole body shudders as she comes.
Her walls tighten around me so fucking tightly I bite my tongue to keep from growling her name, and I fuck her through it.
Quick, deep thrusts that make the tingling in my spine stronger.
I tap her clit lightly with my finger as she rolls through the waves of pleasure, making her grip onto the edge of the sink with both hands so fucking tightly her knuckles turn white.
I thrust into her one more time, pulling all the way out before softly, grinding into her as deep as I possibly can, hitting a rough end, and she jumps slightly before melting back against me.
I bury my face into her neck, groaning and biting down on her neck as gently as I can while I empty into her.
Fuck, it feels like I never stop cumming into her. I pump into her shallowly, riding out the pleasure as long as I can.
“I got it, didn’t I?” I whisper breathlessly against her neck, licking the drops of sweat rolling down the pale skin there. “Your cervix.”
“Damn right you fucking did,” she says as she pushing back against my chest.
“Good?” I ask, a little worried that that jump wasn’t because it felt so good.
“Let’s just say, had you done that going full force, I’d have punched you.”
My eyebrows raise, and I straighten.
“I’m sorry, carino, I thought it’d feel good.
” Damn it, I didn’t think it would hurt her.
I pull out slowly, and reach around her to get a few paper towels.
Standing back, I put my still wet, but softening cock into my pants and zip my jeans up before helping her put her leg back to the ground so she’s steady.
“But good god, seeing my cum drip out of you will never get old.”
Roxie just smirks over her shoulder, swaying her hips a little so I get the full, breathtaking picture.
“Esto nunca saldra de mi memoria,” I whisper, bending down to bite her ass and clean her up with the paper towels.
This will never leave my memory. I swear it.
I finish cleaning her up, throwing the paper towel in the trash.When I turn back to see her pulling her shorts up, and looking at me closer, eyes trained on me but I don’t know what she’s seeing.
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows pushing together in worry. “Are you okay?”
“Can you grab me a pack of paper towels from up there?” she asks, pointing to the cabinet where there sit at least four rolls of what she needs.
“Sure,” I say skeptically, reaching up and grabbing one, but the moment I do, my shirt lifts up and Roxie gasps.
“I knew it! What the fuck, Ty?” She grabs my shirt, pulling it up to see the bruising I know I have.
Fuck.
“It’s nothing,” I say quickly, pulling my shirt from her grasp and tucking it into the front of my jeans.
“That is most definitely not nothing. Don’t you lie to me, Hernandez.” She points a finger in my face and I take a deep breath, shaking my head and stepping to the side.
“Roxie,” I start to say, running a hand over my head nervously. “It’s a long story.”
“Better shorten it up real fucking quick then,” she snaps and crosses her arms, leaning back against the counter where I’d just been in a blissful post-nut haze, while crossing her ankles. Physically telling me that she’s not leaving until I fess up.
Fuck.