Page 33 of Maid for the Hitman


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“Deal,” she says quickly.

“I guess you don’t need to think about it,” I smirk.

“I always said to myself, if I ever got an offer to fund this project, I’d say yes. I wouldn’t ask questions. I’m not a proud person when it comes to money, Ryland. I’ve been broke for so freaking long now.”

“Good,” I grin, wolfishly, my teeth aching with the need to taste her. “I would’ve convinced you anyway. But I think I’ve made a mistake.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I should’ve gotten something from you,” I growl. “For my generosity.”

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip.

That kills me, the way she clings to her lip, her cheeks as red as the inside of her soaked hole.

“Ryland…”

“I need that hole,” I breathe huskily. “I need you to take my dick. I need to know my child is inside of you. It’s taken me so long to find you. I need to claim you. Now.”

I stand up, my whole body tight, my muscles pulsing.

She sits beneath me, her tits pushed together gloriously, her cleavage roaring at me to claim her, come inside her, make her mine.

“The door…”

“Is that a yes?” I snarl.

She shifts in the chair, wriggling, grinding her pussy against the seat.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I’m so wet.”

“Good girl,” I snarl.

I pace over to the door and shut it, and then grab the key from my pocket and lock it.

I stride back over to her and reach down, guiding her to her feet.

“Fuck, back that ass up on me.”

“Like this?” she says, shyness making her voice quiver, as she turns that thick ass toward me and starts shimmying backward.

I bite down, the base of my cock aching.

I reach forward and slide her dress up, hiking it around her hips, revealing her round spank-me ass in the silky purple panties I left for her.

I slide my hand up between her legs, rubbing my thumb against the horny nub of her clit through her panties.

“Oh,” she gasps.

“You’re so close already,” I growl. “I can tell. I bet you’re soaked.”

I push her panties aside and slide my middle finger inside of her, staring in carnal fascination as my finger disappears slickly inside her sopping hole.

I groan as I finger her, pumping my fist against her, purposefully bringing my knuckle softly down on her clit with each motion.

“Ride it,” I snap.

“Like… this?” she whines, bucking against my hand.

“Yes, yes,” I groan, the helm of my cock pulsing at her eagerness.

She vibrates, melting for me, her hole exploding with a river of wetness. She squirts all over my finger and the juices run down her legs in rivulets that make me so fucking hard.

“You squirting sexy minx,” I snarl. “Fucking come, Rosie. You look so hot right now.”

“Yes, yes,” she cries, hardly hearing me, the horny thing is so lost in her orgasm.

“Ryland,” she gasps, once the reverberations have stopped.

She turns to face me, her naïve eyes making my cock even tighter.

“Can I suck it? Can I try?”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I’ve never done it before,” she whispers. “I feel like such a dork.”

“Turn around. Now.”

She smiles, giggling cutely, and I know this is the moment where her anxiety starts to fade. She’ll grow into a strong, confident woman as we’re together, starting her publishing career and making the world a better place.

I slide my hand into her thick walnut hair and guide her mouth to me. With my other hand, I yank my pants down, busting the belt buckle in my need to free my thick hard cock.

I free it, grabbing the base.

Rosie gasps, her mouth so close shivers of warm air move up my shaft.

“Should I touch it?” she says, gazing wide-eyed up at me.

My balls throb and the base of my shaft pulses. Her ass is sticking out behind her, big and round and beautiful.

“Yes,” I snarl.

Does she have any idea how much power she has over me right now?

She curls her little fist around the base, stroking it up and down slowly, nodding as if to ask if she should keep going.

I growl out a yes, or I try to, but it comes out as a snarled barking noise.

She’s waking up the beast inside of me.

I reach down and take her gorgeous brown hair in my hands.

“Take it like this,” I snarl, pumping my hips softly, my cock fucking her cute mouth. I can feel her tongue stroking across my tip with each pump.

“Oh,” she gasps, as I pull my dick out and hold it against her face.

“Can you take that?” I growl, breathless, captivated.

“I think so,” she whimpers. “Try again. It’s so hot when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I snarl.

Her confidence is making me even tenser with need for her.

“Like I’m the only thing you care about in the whole world,” she moans, and then she slides her pert mouth down my shaft again.

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