Chapter 2 #2
I’m not expecting it when he yanks me closer and lands his mouth on mine. I’m not expecting the fierce swirl of his tongue as he claims my mouth, but I eat it up and moan for more. His kiss is wet, and he tastes of whisky and rage, and I love it. I really fucking love it.
I gasp when he shoves me away to tug my dress down and sets my tits free.
I’ve missed the way sexual energy can burst into flames between strangers. Nothing but pure lust, without pretence. User 2644’s eyes are like fire on mine, and I can feel his anger. His pent-up rage. The energy of someone who needs to burst and set themselves free, with no filter or pretence.
We are twin flames on that score.
His hands grapple with the zip at the back of my dress, but I take over the mission for him.
I free myself and wriggle out of it, kicking it aside with the heel of my stiletto, and we move as one, kissing some more until he shoves me backwards onto his desk at full fucking force.
I land so hard on my back that it almost winds me, gulping in breaths as my arms fly over my head, and with my flailing position everything else goes flying too.
His bottle of whisky goes toppling to the side, spilling vintage Scotch all over his paperwork, and his pen holder goes tumbling to the floor, but he doesn’t give a shit, just bears down on top of me and sucks at one of my tits through my bra like a greedy fucking savage.
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. ”
My heart glows.
“So I was a newbie to you, hey?” I clench around his cock. “Thought you’d give me a test run?”
He rewards my clench with a little thrust. “A newbie at the top of the charts. Such an accomplishment in such little time.”
I smile, our faces so close that my lips brush his.
“Being a natural makes it real easy.”
“And real fucking good,” he says, before he kisses me again.
My legs wrap around his hips and I urge him to fuck me. My tongue dances with his, wet and horny, and I don’t want to stop. I want to top his Agency list for all time. I need to come back with a big fucking bang!
A big bang from a fucking good one.
He grunts against my lips when he slams into me. Grunts and breathes hard when he picks up the pace.
“Yes! More!” I buck back against him as he pounds me.
I see the tension in his muscles, and I know he’s close. My reactions are pure as I moan against his mouth, angling my hips to drive him to my G-spot. He takes the angle, and he works it. Oh fucking yes, how he works it.
“Fuck!” he says, moving faster now. So fast my stretched cunt is burning up. He’s gonna explode and send me over the edge in no time. That’s what I want. Us in sync. In perfect sync.
“You going to come along with me?” he asks me with puffy lips, and I nod as the impending orgasm swirls like a hot whirlpool deep inside me. Deep as he pounds me into a squelching hot mess.
I whimper, gritting my teeth as he drives and thrusts.
Damn, Holly needs this. I need this. Just flesh and raw need. Having fun.
Our explosions are in parallel. Our timing immaculate. He shoots and roars as I pant and whimper underneath him, both of us lost to everything but the waves of sensation. Boom, boom, boom, fucking BOOM.
And then we’re done. He collapses on top of me. Breaths heavy on the comedown.
I know his balls have emptied a ton. I feel it when he pulls his Coke can cock out and a decent trail of cream dribbles over my asshole. He rises himself off the desk to take a good look at me, and I gather his cum up on my fingers for a taste.
Then his eyes clear. His head straight again.
He surveys the damage around us from where my body slam sent everything to the floor. His tension is all but gone as he chuckles in a half smile.
“So much for my scotch. Good job I have another bottle.”
I finger myself for a fresh taste of his cum while he grabs another bottle of scotch from a cabinet. He holds up two glasses.
“Going to join me this time?”
I nod, still breathing heavily on my comedown.
“Sure.”
I sit up on his desk as he pours us a shot each and we clink glasses. My pussy is still leaking cum when he sits himself down in his office chair and surveys his purchase. He’s up close enough that he can plunge two fingers back in my dripping hole himself to check me out.
“How long does it take you to recover?” I ask.
“Few minutes tops. I haven’t jerked off for days.”
I rest my stiletto heels on either side of his thighs.
“Nice. I need that beast in my asshole.” I wink at him. “After I’ve had a good taste of it, of course.”
“Is your naughty list accurate?” he asks. “There’s a lot of boxes ticked for a newbie.”
Reality feels like it’s warped for me right now, trapped in no man’s land between the world of Ella and Holly. Ella’s has consumed so much of my energy in the Connor drama, that my life as an entertainer seemed to shrivel and die. But my entertainer self truly is rising from the ashes.
My hardcorer side is stirring.
“I’m hardly a newbie, and yeah, it’s full on accurate.”
He smirks. “Sorry. A newbie to me.”