Chapter 8
eight
Barry
I’m sitting on a king-sized bed in a pair of black boxer briefs, the crotch of which I am stretching to holy hell, because my cock is the hardest it has ever been in my goddamn life.
Right across from me is a mirror, attached to the top of a bureau, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
My oversized, beastly self, scarred and knife wounded and tattooed and hairy, sweating, waiting for a petite nineteen-year-old to come order me around.
No, I’m so hot for it, I’m leaking in my briefs.
My abdomen is clenched, balls throbbing.
What kind of spell did this girl put me under?
I’m so horny, I could roll over and fuck the bed for a few seconds while thinking of Petra and I’d soak the comforter down to the sheets.
How? How, when I’ve ejaculated twice today already?
Good, deep orgasms that should have sated me for at least the rest of the day.
But it’s like my body is producing ten times the amount of sperm since this princess walked into my life.
I tilt my head back and groan over the word.
Princess.
The nickname stokes a fire I don’t fully understand yet. But she holds the match.
The door opens and Petra walks inside, closing it firmly.
I swallow hard when she comes into view, my dick stretching another towering inch.
Oh Jesus, it hurts. I thought I topped out at nine inches but I’m at least ten right now, maybe more.
As thick as Petra’s neck, but a lot less delicate.
Part of me is a little worried about what’s coming, what she has planned, because this lust has bite and I don’t know if I’m fully in control of what it’ll lead me to do.
Petra stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at my erection and shaking her head. “After one kiss. Unbelievable.”
“When the kiss is with you, it’s not so unbelievable.”
She ignores that, but I notice a pleased blush color her cheeks. “You’re going to learn some self-control tonight.”
“I don’t know how much I have,” I say raggedly.
Petra plants a knee on the bed beside me and leans down, the tip of her nose an inch from my extended cock. She examines it from all angles while I pulse like a maniac. “You’ve already come twice today and you need to do it again?”
“It’s you.”
“Maybe.” She teases a single finger down the firm length of my erection, and I hiss a breath, reaching back to grip the headboard behind me, the wood creaking under my grip. “Or maybe you’re just too big and too greedy down here.”
“Fuck,” I growl at the ceiling. “I don’t know.”
“I bet you want me to suck this horny thing.” She lets me feel her warm breath through my briefs, and my entire southern region clenches, shudders. “My first blow job. All for you. I’d probably struggle to get my mouth around it, but you’d enjoy watching me try.”
The imagery floods my loins with pressure. Hunger. Urgency. Heat. “Stop. Please. I can’t take the teasing.”
“You can’t?” she asks with mock innocence, before standing and stripping her dress off over her head leaving her fully, blessedly naked, except for that nude, see-through thong. High heels.
My hips jerk off the bed reflexively, the headboard cracking beneath my grip. Splintering right down the center.
I have to clench my eyes shut and breathe in and out through my nose.
Can’t look at her. Can’t or I’m going to hit send on this climax.
It’s brewing just below the surface, because I swear, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life than her body.
Her high tits and bratty fucking hips. My hands ache to mold to them, grip them from behind.
I’ve seen her cunt up close, I’ll never forget it, but that smooth plane of stomach between it and her navel is dying to be eaten, too.
I want my fucking name tattooed right there.
Then there’s the soft looking texture of her skin, how she begs to be licked all over.
I can’t take it—and that was only a snapshot taken in a glance.
When I open my eyes again, she’s folding her dress and placing it in her overnight bag, bending over as she does it and treating me to a view of those slappable little cheeks.
“Petra,” I grate. “Please. I’ll do anything to fuck you.”
She saunters back toward the bed, cupping and massaging her tits in her hands.
“You really changed your tune since this afternoon, haven’t you?
” At the foot of the bed now, she climbs on, one knee at a time and crawls toward me.
Up my body in a sensual prowl, her eyelids at half-mast. “I told you. No sex until you learn some self-control.”
“I’m very close to having none.”
She clucks her tongue at me, three times. Purses her lips. “Do you have a condom?”
My brain struggles through a dense fog. Condom.
Of course, I didn’t bring protection. I didn’t think I’d need it.
Not with a nineteen-year-old.
“Bad boy,” she chides, her eyes bright. Turned on, even if she’s pretending to be irritated with me. “No touching, then,” she says, her voice a combination of stern and raspy.
I have no time to guess her intentions before she throws her legs across my hips and seats herself atop my cock—facing away.
The pressure right where I need it makes me jerk, moaning, biting my bottom lip until it bleeds to stop myself from roaring for friction.
Dirty-blonde hair spills down her back and she shakes it out, planting her hands between my outstretched legs on the mattress.
The position causes her to lean forward and those butt cheeks to spread, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, but then she slides her knees wide open on the bed, practically doing to splits on top of me.
In nothing but those high heels and sheer thong.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she shakes her ass for me.
“My sisters tell me that sometimes a client just wants a filthy little lap dance.” Slowly, lightly, she grazes her barely covered cunt along the ridge of my cock. “What about you? Would you be happy with that, big boy?”
I can’t formulate words.
My hands are twisted in the comforter, my breath wheezing in and out of my lungs.
From my position behind her, I can see it all.
The soaking tulip of her pussy, the limber arch of her spine as she lifts her hips and jiggles her tight ass cheeks.
It’s a show worth millions of dollars and all I can do is stare, in a trance, my gaze eventually zeroing in on the puckered clench of her asshole.
It’s right there, on the other side of the sheer strip of nothing.
Red bleeds into my vision, my heart rapping in my chest.
Take her down and fuck her.
She’s begging for it.
She knows I can’t withstand this and she’s doing it anyway.
Is it possible she wants me to break?
“Petra, I’m warning you.”
“You’re warning me?” She lowers her full weight down, mashing her soft sex on top of my cock and rotating her hips. “I’m warning you to control yourself. You don’t have a condom, so you can’t have this kitty.” She bears down with an oooh. “I can feel how bad you want it, though.”
I’ve literally gone through months of torture training, faced violent interrogations in real life…
and none of it compares to this girl riding my dick in the reverse cowgirl, occasionally lifting her hips to shake her ass for me.
I would give the enemy whatever they wanted to know in seconds.
I’m not going to make it out of this alive.
“I need to come” I belt, raggedly.
“I’ll decide what you need.”
I curse behind my teeth and I can’t help it, I fixate on that asshole again.
I didn’t get a chance to taste it earlier when I went down on Petra, and the oversight is unacceptable.
I’m suddenly flooded with a need to bury my face between those supple cheeks and get the flavor.
The ache of my cock becomes unbearable when I think about how easy it would be.
How I could pin her down and lick her asshole and she wouldn’t be able to stop me.
Maybe she’s right.
Maybe I’m lacking self-control.
“So be it,” I mutter thickly, reaching for her hips.
I drag her backward along my chest, kicking and screaming, until her cheeks part for my face.
I pant and growl like a dog, ripping the strip of her thong in two with my teeth.
Rubbing my tongue against the small opening, astonished to find she tastes like cinnamon in back, too!
I clamp my arms around her lower back and hold her stationary while she struggles, eating her tight little asshole until she starts to whimper and mewl, squirming on my chest.
“Stop this right now,” she moans, grinding back into my licks. “Control yourself.”
“No,” I shout, taking a bite of her right ass cheek, then getting back to that heavenly hole, so slick and untouched. “I don’t need a condom to fuck it.”
“Don’t you dare,” she screams.
I’m sitting up and flipping Petra over face down on the bed before I know my own mind. I haven’t got a thread of composure. Not a single one. Not with the swells of her ass so pert and jiggly, so tempting, that tight little hole between them. Calling to me.
“Petra.” Wincing, sweating, I lift my heavy, distended cock out of my briefs and settle myself behind her, my knees open on either side of her hips. “Let me take this ass.”
She hits me with a warning look over her shoulder, her cheek pressed firmly to the bed. Her mouth open, lips swollen from being chewed. “I’m warning you, Barry.”
I tuck the head of my dick up against her hole, my head going dizzy over how close I am. How close I am to giving Petra anal. “Warning me what?”
I have to lean all the way down to hear her, my cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass, my hips humping, humping, already on the verge of exploding. And then in a whisper, she says, “I’m warning you that you better fuck it deep, big boy.”
The next minute of my life is a blur.
Sound cuts out in my ears. There’s only a shrill ring once my cock is occupying her ass.
Once she moans and says, “Oh! It feels huge. It feels good.” Calling me horny would be laughable.
I’m all but foaming at the mouth while I push in and out of the tightest crevice ever crafted by God, my balls squeezing in between her butt cheeks every time I thrust.
I growl and pump my hips like twin pistons, chasing a high that no one else on this earth could give me but this girl.
She’s born of fantasies I didn’t even know I had, dreams that I didn’t dare to dream.
I take her ass like a wild animal, sliding my hand down between her pussy and bed, only to find it soaking wet with what has to be multiple orgasms. Yes.
Yes, she’s shaking and hiccupping, in the middle of another one right now.
The evidence that she’s finding pleasure in my deep strokes into her virgin asshole is my undoing, and I take one final ram, shouting myself hoarse as that burdensome fluid spews up from my balls and fills her.
“That’s my good little fuck princess.” I smother her, my arms around her head, my teeth gnashing against her ear. “You like making me snap? You like putting me on a leash until I gnaw it off?”
“Yes!” she wails, scrabbling at the bedding.
“Whatever gets my sperm in this bratty fucking body.” I crudely lick up the entire curve of her neck, continuing up the side of her face. “Hold still, I got more. You’re the reason I’m making so much milk, princess. Now you can deal with the excess. Ohhhhh.”
I catch myself on an elbow before I crush her, as soon as my body is spent, which takes almost a full minute of draining.
“Petra,” I say jaggedly. “Are you okay? Are you in pain or—”
“I loved it,” she whispers. “Couldn’t you tell?”
She cuddles into me, ducking her blushing face into my neck, and I simply lay there, marveling over the miracle in my arms. The way we complement each other so uniquely, so powerfully. She drives me to the edge and I go over it. She wants me to go over it.
This morning, I could never have imagined someone as perfect as this girl.
Perhaps because I’ve gone so long being self-conscious of my appearance, there is still a niggle of doubt in the back of my head that she’d be with me like this if she wasn’t getting paid. But we’ll examine that worry another time.
Tomorrow.
My last day with her…unless her feelings for me are real.
And not just part of the job.