Page 30 of The Client
Her hips take on a motion of their own as she sways before me, pulling her hair over her shoulder so she can tug off the hair tie. Once her hair is unbound, she rakes her fingers into it along the sides of her head, biting her lower lip as she looks down at me. Damn, she’s good.
She leans forward, bending low, giving me the perfect view of her breasts. Her long, silky hair falls forward and brushes against my thighs. Then she licks her lips. My cock is throbbing. With a groan, I hook my fingers into the front of her bra and pull her forward. Her hands find my knees for support, my lips an inch from hers.
“Take off your pants.”
Her movements are graceful as she straightens and resumes her slow, quiet dance, reaching down to unzip her boots before she steps out of them. Her breasts strain against the bra as she works, her nipples peaking beneath the fabric. Delectable.
Sliding lower in the chair, I widen my stance and rest my chin on my knuckles. Her jeans slide down smooth, toned thighs, and now I’m the one licking my lips. She’s wearing a tiny black thong, and she’s wet. I can smell it, sweet and musky.
“More. The bra, now.”
Reaching behind herself, she unclasps her bra. The bra falls away, her breasts spilling free. I can’t wait any longer.
Grabbing her hips, I move her between my open legs and rip her black lace thong down to her ankles. I can see the wet patch in them when they hit the floor. When I look up at her, I see desire in her eyes. Fear, too, but it’s the fear of the sexual amateur. She wants this.
I’ll make it easy for her.
I unzip my pants and then pull her down to straddle me on the chair. Her mouth falls open, eyes going wide as I line my cock up against her slit and then thrust straight up into her. Hot, wet, tight, perfect. No kissing. No affection. Just pure, hard fucking. This is what I paid for. This is exactly what I paid for.
I have all the power, all the control. And I can’t be taken advantage of. It’s bliss.
“You did this,” I grunt, spearing into her with relish. “You made me this hard. Now you’re going to pay.”
“Yes,” she pants as I fill her to the hilt.
“Don’t tease me, Izabela. Nobody likes a tease. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Her hair sways against my chest as she begins to rock on my dick. Holding her hips, I guide her movements, my eyes glued to the way her tits shake with every thrust.
I reach down her front, dipping my finger between her pussy lips and then sliding back up to her clit. She cries out at the pressure, and I stroke her again and again, circling her swollen nub in time with her gyrations. In seconds she’s soaking me, so wet that I can feel my cock slipping deeper with every stroke.
Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, she rides me like the good little whore she is, until both of us are breathless and I’m completely consumed by the hot glide of her pussy. Her moans fill my ears, louder, more frantic. I’m just getting started, just getting into the swing, but suddenly she comes, and the pulse of her orgasm around my cock shatters me.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, tightening my hold on her hips.
Still groaning, I jackhammer into her, finishing with a brutal release that has me gasping for air. I’m tingling from head to toe, shockwaves rippling through me. Once I’ve spilled every last drop of my seed, I throw my head back against the chair, all my muscles relaxing.
Fuck. The last time I came that hard, I was probably eighteen years old.
Lifting her off me, I realize she’s shaking. I don’t know if it’s from the sex or if she’s just cold, but I drag the blanket off the back of the chair and hand it to her so she can wrap herself up. She stands before me, mascara raccooning her eyes, cheeks flushed. I have half a mind to carry her to the bed and take her all over again, but McConnell Enterprises doesn’t run itself.
“You proved yourself,” I say gruffly. “You can keep modeling. But only if I approve the jobs first. Also, I thought about what you said. About the PR. My reputation. My image.”
She nods, waiting for me to continue.
“I’ve decided to make the most of this arrangement—get the highest return on my investment. So from now on, you’ll be playing the part of my girlfriend, not just someone I’m dating casually. This will ensure I have a plus-one for events, and it’ll keep other women from hounding me. It’s convenient. And judging by what I just saw from you, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with the acting. When we go out, you can just pretend you’re on a photo shoot.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.”
I send her into the en-suite bathroom to shower. As I get dressed, I congratulate myself on how well I’ve handled things. This lease on Izabela is going to work out perfectly. No emotions, no attachments, no strings.
I can’t imagine anything easier.
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IZABELA
