Page 20 of The Client
Without warning, I push her off me, flip her onto her hands and knees, and slam into her from behind. Grabbing her hips, I pump into her hard and fast. Fucking her, fucking her, fucking her. God, I love this position. I’m in absolute control, and the view is tough to beat.
“Making you come makes it better for me, so you’ll do it twice,” I say. “I want that pussy soaking wet.”
I slap her round, tight ass with a loud clap and she cries out. I do it again, just to hear her cry again. Then I slow my pace until her moans pick back up, holding myself steady at the speed she obviously prefers. I can feel my orgasm start to build, inevitable now, every thrust sending shocks of electricity through me.
My fingers dig into her hipbones and I grind into her, making figure-eights with my hips, taking my time, stroking every last sweet spot inside of her with my fat cock.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her body starting to tense. “Yes.”
I know what’s about to happen. I can read this girl like a book now.
“Time for you to come again.”
But my order is unnecessary. She’s already there. A surge of wetness coats my dick, her whole body arching as the orgasm hits her in waves. Just what I’ve been waiting for.
“Good girl,” I tell her, pumping into her clenching cunt, riding her so fast and hard that I know I’m bruising her inside.
But I can’t stop. The pleasure radiates through me from head to toe, permeating my brain, making me see flashes of light, and I need it. I need it.
“Fuck yes. I knew you’d be good.”
I push her down onto her elbows, mashing her face into the mattress so her ass is tilted higher. This angle feels even better. Instead of tapering off, her moans get louder, higher, only serving to egg me on. God, she’s good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was actually enjoying herself. Enjoying me.
With a final groan, I empty into her, letting my climax take over. Gray shades the corners of my vision, working inward until I think I might pass out.
Once my head is clear, I pull out of her and roll the condom off, knotting it efficiently before walking to the en suite to toss it in the trash and clean up. When I go back into the bedroom, I find her lying on her side facing me. Her pleasure was pure white light, incendiary. It drove me completely and effortlessly over the edge.
“Time to go,” I say, grabbing her clothes off the floor and throwing them on the bed.
The bra is in ruin, but she leaves it on anyway. I look away to pull on my own clothes and to give her a sliver of privacy, though it seems unnecessary after what we just did. When she sits up, I look back at her. She shifts beneath my scrutiny and a flash of red catches my eyes.
There’s a small, pinkish-red blood stain where she’d been sitting just a second ago.
My mind tumbles over itself. She’d recoiled in pain, and her cunt was so, so tight that I had to work at that very first thrust. The sounds of discomfort she’d made…
Oh, fuck me.
Running a hand over my chin, I point to the bed. She glances down, then looks away. It’s all the answer that I need, but I want to hear her say it. Christ.
I whip the sheets back farther, so she has no choice but to acknowledge it.
“Jesus Christ, you were a virgin?”
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IZABELA
I should deny it,but I’m so overwhelmed—by the experience I just had, by my unexpected orgasms, by the humiliation of being found out by this man afterward, byall of it—that I can’t even speak. I just look at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let the fact of my virginity go. To pretend he never found out.
“My father must have paid a fortune for you,” he says.
There’s something about his voice that gives me a slight chill—it’s like a mixture of remorse and satisfaction.
All I can do is stand there feeling panicked and ashamed, unsure of what to do now.
“Of course he did,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. Just…get your shoes on. I’ll get you a ride home.”
For a moment, I look around the room in panic, forgetting where I put my Adidas. But then I see the white laces peeking out from under the bed, and I kneel and grab them.
