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Four.
Four fucking orgasms!
This man doesn't just have magic fingers and a tongue; he has a magic dick, too.
“Khristian!” I cry. My pleasure seems to go on and on as he rolls his hips back and forth, neither frantic nor slow, somewhere in the middle.
My dream date certainly isn’t in a hurry to get this over with, and my body tingles with lust as I feel him everywhere.
“My little rose,” he grunts, when he lifts my hips, plowing into me rougher. My head falls back as he grazes my clit and I can’t believe it when I’m coming again…
“Oh, god,” I cry. “So good… it’s so good…”
“I need to change positions, or I’m gonna come,” he tells me, his breathing labored.
“I want you to,” I whisper. Then I frown. “Does that mean it’ll be over?”
He smirks, stilling inside me for a moment. “No, my darling. I’m going to fuck you all night in this big bed. Just think of all the things you’ve ever wanted to do before but never had a lover capable. I’m that man tonight, Krasavitsa. Anything you want.”
He pulls out, then slams back in. Then repeats until I’m squirming and raking my nails down his back, digging my heels into his ass as he pumps me furiously in and out until I’m screaming his name again and he stills and cries out.
“Good girl, my sweet, sweet Imogen.”
Seeing Khristian lose control over little old me makes my belly pool with heat.
I want him again. And again. And again.
He is by far the sexiest, most skilled man I’ve ever seen or been in bed with. I never want this night to end, and as I push on his chest and roll him over, I whisper,
“We should try that all over again, this time with me on top.”
We sit in our robes eating burgers that cost more than my monthly car payment, while Khristian tells me how much he loves Seattle but lives in New York.
I don’t know why disappointment floods me. He’s only here for a short time. Tonight, to be precise.
The idea I may never see him again makes me feel dizzy, but I know that’s stupid. I’m paying him for sex, or rather, my friends are, and I’m an idiot for thinking this is anything more. I shove those thoughts away. Not tonight. Tonight is my night.
I want to ask him how he got into this kind of work., I mean, I’m certainly glad he did, but it seems like an odd choice for a man who seems more like a businessman than a male gigolo. Still, who am I to judge?
He kept his promise in feeding me, and I stuff my face after two rounds of sex that blew my mind. I’ve never used curse words during sex, but Khristian is next level.
Thank god these rooms are soundproof.
We sip champagne as I tell him a little about growing up in Seattle and my old job at Cartier. I haven’t quite gotten back on my feet, but I leave that part out. He doesn’t need to know all the details.
Unlike most men, Khristian pays attention when I talk; looking directly at me, and every now and again he brushes the hair back off my face and cups my cheek, smiling gently as I lose myself in just how gentle he is. Even though we both know he fucked my brains out back there, and I’m hoping there’s more to come.
When we’re done eating, he stands and holds out his hand. “Come.”
I don’t hesitate. I take his hand and pad alongside him as he opens the balcony door to the most amazing views of the city.
He pulls me in front of him, kissing the top of my head and says, “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes. This hotel is amazing. They upgraded me, isn’t that cool?”
He chuckles. “Very.”
I push my ass against him, feeling his cock growing again. It doesn’t take much to get Khristian excited, and that makes me feel about ten feet tall.
