Page 17 of The Client
But I have to.
Shifting my weight on my knees, I start sucking gently, moving my head back and forth a little, trying to please him. Am I doing this right? Is this how it works?
With a soft groan, he starts to thrust as I suck. I start to panic at not being able to breathe. He’s not just well endowed, he’s strong. Physically powerful, barely restrained. It would be easy for him to overwhelm me, choke me with his cock. But then I inhale through my nose, exhale, take a little more of him, inhale, and find a rhythm that seems to work for both of us. I’m shocked to feel that deep pulse throbbing harder at my center.
I think…I like this.
“Take it all. Every last inch,” he commands, his thrusts getting more aggressive.
Tears prick my eyes, but it’s more a visceral reaction than an emotional one. I try to relax my jaw again, bobbing my head faster to keep up with his pace. With each movement, I wet more of him with my tongue, helping him plunge deeper, harder. I can do this. I just have to let him fuck my mouth until he’s finished.
But then his head hits the back of my throat, so suddenly that a violent gag drives me back. Pulling off him, I press a hand to my wet, swollen mouth and try not to cough.
“This feels like practice,” he says. “I’m not your training wheels. If you can’t do better than that, you need to—”
I glare up at him, equally humiliated and infuriated by his laughing, and then open up wide again to swallow him down. There’s no hesitation this time. I draw him in deep, in one smooth slide, until he bottoms out at the base of my throat. Holding back the reflex, I bob back and forth, bracing my hands on his thighs. His fingers dig into my hair and he pulls it back into a ponytail, using it to hold my head steady as he pumps even faster.
After a few seconds, awareness comes slowly back to me and the fog that’s swirled in my head clears. My tongue maps his anatomy, learning and testing him. The silken, hot skin. The pulsing, fat vein underneath the shaft. The feel of the mushroom tip, so plump as I suckle it.
My jaw burns, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. I never break eye contact.
He’s panting heavily now, his thrusts getting more erratic, almost violent.
“You turned it around. Good girl.”
The pulse between my legs turns sharp. Wincing, I press my thighs more tightly together. Warmth pools there and I realize that my panties are wet. My nipples are hard and a little painful, aching with the need for…more. I know what an orgasm is and how to give myself one. Right now, my body is demanding it. My pussy feels empty. Desolate. Wanting to be filled.
Shame washes over me and I nearly stop what I’m doing. But his breathing spurs me on. And it’s far too late for me to run. Instead, I start to moan, hoping he’ll finish faster with some encouragement.
Suddenly, he’s pulling away from me, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall. My feet leave the floor, my shoulder blades hard against the wall as he holds me in place with hands around my ribs.
“My father wasn’t enough for you? Fine. Apparently, I’m good at seconds.”
He slides a hand down the front of my pants, squeezing me through the fabric of my leggings. I gasp in shock as my hips jerk, my pussy hungry for his touch. He presses his thumb over the exact spot where my clit is, and the wetness in my panties turns to complete saturation.
Tilting my head back against the wall, I close my eyes and let my mouth fall open. He works me some more, squeezing hard and then releasing, until I’m a throbbing, panting mess. I’ve never felt like this before.
The taste of him rolls around on my tongue, my body eager to resume the position and continue the pleasure I was learning to give him. I want to do it, to taste him again and see what happens if I keep sucking.
How powerful would it feel to bring a man like this tohisknees with just the touch of my mouth?
More than anything, I want to try.
7
RHYS
She said it herself:this is a business transaction. Money exchanged for goods and services. She obviously likes what I’m doing to her, and she’s already bought and paid for, so why not take out the frustrations of my night on her?
Her dirty little mouth has me all worked up now, and there’s no sense in stopping this when it feels this good.
And honestly, what’s one more girl after the string I’ve tried (and failed) to make myself happy with by using and leaving?
“You like that?” I growl against her neck.
“Yes,” she moans.
“You want more?”
