“Yeah.” I bend my knees and plant my feet on the mattress. “It’s good with me.”
He’s careful as he pushes into my pussy. He goes a little way, pulls out, and then comes in at a slightly different angle. He doesn’t actually have to be gentle. I’m used to fucking men when I’m not turned on. But I appreciate the gesture nonetheless.
When he’s all the way in, he stares down at me in the light from my battery-operated lantern. He’s breathing heavily. His face is flushed. His beard is slightly askew. “You feel real good,” he says at last.
A small ripple of pleasure runs through me. “Thanks. You feel pretty good yourself. I’m ready anytime.”
His mouth makes a strange twist, but he doesn’t respond with words. He starts to move his hips in a rhythmic motion, slow at first and then faster.
I’m actually wetter than normal because I enjoyed giving him the blow job. So I’m entirely comfortable as he fucks me. I don’t even close my eyes. I keep them open so I can see the shifting expressions on his face.
Admiration. Lust. Pleasure. Urgency. Hunger. His eyes move from my face to my bare breasts and even lower to my belly. He really likes my body, and that makes me feel surprisingly good.
Maybe I want him to see me like this. I want him to enjoy my nakedness. I want him to take me this way.
Not my typical reaction to a paid fuck.
He extends the fucking for longer than I expect. Maybe he’s thinking I’ll come, but that’s not going to happen. Eventually he speeds up his rutting, and then he falls out of rhythm entirely.
He lets out another one of those stretched sounds as he comes. His body jerks as he ejaculates into the condom.
Then he holds the position for a minute. I’m breathing almost as fast as he is. Until he finally pulls out his cock and carefully ties off the condom, tossing it into the pail.
I smile up at him.
He doesn’t smile back, but there’s a gentler look in his eyes as he stretches over me again. His eyes move to the scattering of hair on my groin. Then, using his fingers, he spreads me open and finds my clit.
I gasp in surprise at the jolt of pleasure. Then make a humming sound as he applies circular pressure.
Before I know to expect it, my body tightens and then releases in an orgasm. The pleasure of it spreads out from my clit, relaxing all my muscles.
I’m still smiling when he pulls back his hand. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Wanted to.” He sits up, dropping his feet to the floor. “Thanks. For tonight. I— It was real good.”
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too. Anytime you want to do it again, you’ll be my first choice.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
He nods and mumbles, “Thanks. Then I’ll come back.”
3
Five weeks later,it’s another Saturday night. Cade is flat on his back on my bed, and I’m riding him hard.
We’re on his second condom, which Nell allowed because he’s such a good tipper.
He’s not a young man, but he’s either had a lot of practice or a natural aptitude because he gets hard quickly and can hold his erection for a long time.
I’m straddling his hips, using my thigh muscles to lever my body up and down at a fast tempo, occasionally rolling my hips to shift the sensations. About half my hair has slipped out of my braid and is hanging down over my shoulders. I’ve broken out in a sweat, and the muscles of my thighs and back are burning from the effort. My breathing is fast and uneven, and my pussy is sore.
Really sore.
I was wet enough when we started, but the friction of his cock inside me is still a lot. But he’s obviously enjoying it, so I don’t want to make him stop.
He is, hands down, my favorite customer, and I want him to have a good time even if it’s not exactly comfortable for me.
