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“Please,” she said again. “Fuck my throat. I want your cock all the way down my throat.”
My cock twitched at her words. I couldn’t resist brushing her cheek with my thumb. She didn’t flinch, eyes open wide as I gripped her jaw.
“Please,” she continued. “I want it.”
Her mouth was wet and warm and welcoming when I pushed two fingers inside. I pressed on her tongue then pushed deep, and she swallowed to hide the beginnings of a gag.
Her reflexes would need a whole world of taming. I shouldn’t even entertain the prospect of toiling through the very basics. I shouldn’t be standing there with my dick pulsing hard, staring down at her with a damn sight more than professional interest.
Her fingers tightened on my thighs. Coaxing. Begging.
“Please,” she mumbled around my fingers. “I need this.”
And that’s when distant laughter caught my ears on the breeze. My sensibilities came crashing back to me with the sounds of humanity.
I tugged my fingers free from her mouth and rejected the urge to taste her spit before I wiped them dry across her cheek.
The little siren on her knees was a cash sum waiting to land in my bank account, and nothing more.
She flinched at my fresh low laugh, and I liked it. My hands were firm on her shoulders, cash safely stuffed back in my pocket before I leaned down to breathe direct into her ear.
“Not my cock, sweetheart,” I told her. “It isn’t my cock you need to be begging for.”
She knew.
I felt it in the tension as her shoulders stiffened.
I could have eaten her fear alive as I twisted her body in the direction of the laughter on the beach.
The bodies were only just visible, reclining back on the sand and talking college boy bullshit no doubt.
“Theirs,” I said. “I want you to walk right over there and beg for theirs.”Chapter NinePaigeI tried my best not to stiffen and stutter at his instructions. I didn’t want him to realise I was little Miss Inexperience, worth nothing like the cash Carolyn’s sister was.
I didn’t want him to know my blowjob skills were total messy novice territory at best, according to the only guy who’d ever experienced them.
It’d been easy as the time passed to convince myself my first efforts weren’t as bad as he’d made them out to be. But right then, on my knees between wet sand and a stranger’s death grip, I wasn’t nearly so sure.
The guys on the beach further up from us were still laughing. Happily dicking about like three regular drunks from college on a mid-week night out.
How ironic that the bystanders I’d figured could be my lifeline in the darkness could well turn out to be my downfall.
“I want you to present me with a slutty mouthful of the finest college-boy cum,” the beautiful stranger told me, and his voice was laced with such filth it gave me goosebumps under my cardigan. “And you will open wide for my inspection before you swallow your prize.”
His laugh was cutting. Sadistic. Dark enough for nightmares.
It made my skin prickle harder that his amusement was all real.
I dared to turn back to look at him and not the beach randoms; his dark eyes held mine with a ferocity that burned me up.
Beautiful.
He really was beautiful.
I hadn’t been lying when I told him so. I wasn’t even sure I’d been lying when I told him I was desperate for a taste.
“You want me to go to them?” I said, not liking the break in my voice.
His fingers gripped harder on my shoulders. They were strong. My mouth felt weirdly needy for more of them; more of his touch.
“Oh yes, sweet thing. I want you to crawl to them like the horniest little slut they’ve ever seen.” Another low laugh. “Those dumb-drunk brains of theirs won’t believe their luck. Just be sure you crawl your way back to me before you swallow.”
The pitiful embers of pride in my belly sparked and pained down deep, but I needed this. Phoebe needed this.
“And if they say no?”
“They won’t,” he told me, and his confidence in me was disturbingly welcome.
I moved before my nerves could topple me, daring to stare right up at him as I pulled from his grip and shrugged my cardigan from my shoulders. I handed it up to him and he took it without question, his stare hard back at mine as I tugged the neckline of my dress down low enough to present my modest cleavage. I got to my feet and took a breath, determined I could do this. For the money, not to impress the monster. It was just a couple of drunk guy’s dicks in my mouth. I’d be taking much worse soon enough if my plan came good.
The monster leant back against one of the pier struts as I took my first steps away. He was lighting up another cigarette as I flashed him a final glance back over my shoulder.
