Page 19 of The Client
“Answer me,” I growl, slapping her vulva.
“Ah,” she cries, another gasp rushing out of her.
Goosebumps rise on her arms. She likes it rough, then. I slap her again.
“Yes!” she moans.
Slap.
“Yes what?” I demand.
“Yes I want you to…touch my pussy until I come.”
God, that accent is a turn-on. I toy with her some more, massaging and squeezing, alternating between soft and hard, fast and slow, stroking around her hole with my thumb but never dipping inside. Clenching my jaw, I work her until she’s in a frenzy, her hips jerking desperately as she tries to grind against my hand. Passion colors her features. Her fists clench the bedspread. She’s so close I can almost taste it.
But I’m not going to let her finish.
“Not so fast,” I scold, a grin tugging at my lips as I pull my hand away.
“You’re not going to come until I can feel it on my cock. I want to feel it all—your pain, your pleasure, because it makes it better for me.”
I rip open the front of her flimsy white bra. I’ve ruined it in the process of exposing her breasts, but I don’t care. The straps hang loose from her shoulders, the lace torn. She looks perfect like this. The ideal combination of innocent and filthy. I can’t wait to fuck her.
Palming her tits, I brush my fingers over her hard nipples, stopping each time she moans, just to tease her. Then I lean down and wrap my mouth around her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth with relish. I tug with my teeth, gently at first, then harder, before moving onto the right. My cock is raging against her smooth inner thigh, and when I feel the dribble of precum, I know it’s time.
The condoms are in the bedside table. I lean onto my elbow and whip the drawer open, pulling out a foil packet and tearing it open. After rolling the condom on, I reposition myself between her thighs.
She’s so wet that it’s effortless to rub the tip along her slit, working my way inside a little more, a little more, until I feel her tight hole give way to my intrusion. My entire body tingles as I drive into her. She takes me so good, so tight and greedy… until she doesn’t. Clamping down, she twists to the side, pushing up with her hands, a sob dropping from her lips.
“Lie down.”
Panting, she does and covers her eyes with one hand.
I’m used to this kind of reaction, especially when it’s the first time with a new partner. But I don’t give her much time to adjust. She’s clamped around me like a goddamn vise, but she’s so hot and wet that I can feel it right through the latex. I use the backside of my middle finger against her clit, rubbing and rocking my knuckle there until her body relaxes.
I pull back slightly and then drive into her again, deeper this time, harder. Both of us let out a groan. Fucking Christ, she feels good. I ease back again, then pump into her again, just as deep but agonizingly slow. Trying to draw it out so I don’t lose control.
But I can’t hold back forever. Soon my thrusts are getting faster, shorter, drawing sharp gasps out of the woman beneath me. It sounds almost like she’s in pain initially, but then all I hear coming out of her are moans of surprised pleasure, pitching higher and higher.
As I fuck her, I look down at her face. At the closed eyes, the open mouth, the pink cheeks. Her pussy must be doing something to me, because I very nearly drop my head and press my lips to hers.
I remove the temptation by rolling onto my back, taking her with me, so now she’s the one on top.
“Ride me,” I tell her. “Ride me until you come.”
Her palms press against my chest and she takes a moment to adjust herself. Then she leans her head back, slowly finding her rhythm, until she’s jerking her pussy back and forth around my dick. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her breaths getting faster and faster, punctuated by those hot little moans.
“Fuck that cock, you little whore,” I murmur, urging her on. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
Reaching down, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She starts mumbling to herself in what sounds like an Eastern European language.
“Come on my cock,” I command. “I want to feel you come all over me. Now. Now.”
“Oh my God,” she pants. “Oh God, oh God.”
“Now, I said.”
A gasping cry of ecstasy spills from her lips as the storm unleashes in her body. She wails out her orgasm, clinging to my shoulders as she arches against me. I can feel her inner muscles milking my shaft in tight bursts, so good I know I can’t hold back any longer.
