Page 8 of Bourbon Sins
He reached around to my front and put pressure on my clit while he continued to thrust into me and that was all I needed. My muscles seized on me as ripples of pleasure shot through my body, enveloping me into the most sensational feeling I’ve ever felt.
“Yes . . .” I sounded off, as my orgasm racked through me.
Rex cried out at the same time, sending him into full-on stiff mode until he had completely released every last drop of his pleasure.
We both collapsed and I hung half on the bed and half off as our breaths ran raged. Rex grabbed me by my ankles, pulled me up, and turned me around so we were now facing each other.
A light sheen of sweat was at the corner of his brows from his exertion, and his face was completely sedated. He was a pleased man and I was happy that I was the one who was able to give him that.
I took in the contours of his face as we both tried to catch our breath. He was so incredibly handsome, with his five o’clock shadow, dark hair, and dark eyes. He was a man you didn’t mess with because he would either take you out himself, or he would destroy you with his money and connections.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I want you on top of me in a couple of minutes.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I said, while I kissed his jaw and thought about the paycheck I would be receiving at the end of the night. Not a bad way to make some cash.
* * *
The morning sunshone through my sheer curtains, giving me no opportunity to sleep in from my long night. Rex had practically ripped me in two with his passion. He was an animal last night. When I asked him if everything was okay, he just nodded and took me again . . . and again.
I shifted in bed and realized that the lower half of my body was painstakingly numb. I was so damn sore from my legs being spread for a good portion of the night.
Like usual, Rex was gone come morning. He never stayed the whole night. He took what he wanted and left, but that was to be expected, since I was whoring myself out to him. I didn’t expect him to play cuddle time, although, it would have been nice.
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and realized it was already eight in the morning. If I wanted to make any sales at all in Jackson Square, then I needed to get my ass moving. I got up as I eyed an envelope on the corner of my nightstand. I quickly grabbed it, ripped it open and saw three hundred dollars nestled along with a note. Relief flashed through my body as I thought about how rent was paid for this month.
The note was folded in two and I quickly took it out and read it to myself.
Kitten,
Thank you for an amazing night. I know I don’t say this enough, but I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your company. I’ll be making some changes in the near future and plan on talking to you about them soon. Until next time, think of me constantly.
-R
A sigh escaped me as I read the note again. I was acting like a teenager in lust, but how could I not? The man was amazing. I thought about what he meant in his note and tried to decipher his cryptic wording. Was he trying allude to the fact that he might be leaving his wife? What did that mean for us? If there even was an “us.”
A part of me wondered if he would stick around, or if he would find someone else to give him what he wanted. Fear prickled at the back of my neck at the thought of not only losing a really good fuck, but also losing a part of my income. I couldn’t let that happen.
I grabbed my phone and sent Rex a text message.
Goldie: Thanks for last night. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I’m surprised your dick didn’t break off in my vagina.
My phone buzzed back quickly.
Rex: Do you still wish my cock was in your pussy?
God, I loved dirty talk. As I got ready for the day, I’d have to take a shower later, I texted him back.
Goldie: Yes, your fingers, your tongue, any part of you. You are the master of my body.
Rex: You really know how to please me. I have a couple of things I have to do in the next couple of days, but I need to see you again. Make time for me.
Goldie: Always.
Rex: Good girl. I’ll talk to you later, think of me.
There, that should solidify some of my future with him.
With a sun hat now on my head, I grabbed my easel, charcoal, paper, and finished art pieces and headed out the door. The heat was going to be killer today and I needed something to protect my eyes from the glare, hence the hat.
