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“Shit, I need to grab a condom.” Regret filters through me. Moving away from her is the last thing I want to do right now.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone but you in a while.”
“Me too. It’s only been you since you walked into my office.” Not that they were lined up before then either. There was only one woman between Brooke and Payton and that was the result of a drunken night at a bachelor party more than two years ago. “You’re protected?”
Something flashes in her eyes. I’m not sure what it means. It speaks of hurt and sadness, but she quickly pushes it away and answers. “Yeah.”
That one word is music to my ears. Pulling back slightly, I thrust forward, engulfing my cock in her tight, wet heat. Neither of us filters our moans. It’s fucking perfection. Giving her a second to adjust to my size, I slowly begin to move my body in and out. My legs and arms are burning and her heels are biting into my lower back, but I don’t care. This? This is pure magic.
“So good.” I’m surprised the words are coherent considering my eyes are practically crossed in pleasure.
My hips start to buck wildly as I begin to chase the release I know is inevitable. I’ve teased myself too long without any relief, and this is the ultimate respite. I find her lips with my own once more as her pussy starts to tighten around me. Her hands dive into my hair, gripping and pulling as she rides me. It’s a sweet pain that coincides with the indulgence.
Pushing her into the wall, I use it as leverage. My thighs are on fire, but I don’t pay any attention to it. I focus solely on giving this gorgeous woman another mind-blowing orgasm. Keeping both hands on her hips, I pull back, looking down and watching my cock disappear into her pussy. The base of my spine starts to tingle, and I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer.
Payton arches her back into the wall, pushing her breasts upward, as if offering them to me on a buffet. I’m able to bend down slightly and still pump my hips, so I lick from the top of one breast down to her erect nipple. Another moan fills the room, driving me further into insanity. Using my teeth, I latch on to her, sending her soaring over the edge. She comes violently in my arms and on my dick, practically screaming her release.
Mine follows.
Removing my mouth with a pop, I thrust and succumb to the magnitude of my orgasm. Blinding white light infiltrates my mind and I swear I lose consciousness. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
When I open my eyes, Payton’s eyes are closed, but she’s smiling. We’re also a knot of legs and arms. I’m not exactly sure how we ended up on the floor, but I’m guessing somewhere between the most powerful orgasm of my life and my legs giving out.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” I ask, looking her over as much as I can.
“Are you kidding? I’ve never been better.” She never opens her eyes, but her smile widens.
She’s straddling my lap, legs still wrapped around me. I’m still buried inside her. I can feel my dick twitching, probably seizing from exertion. Payton leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. I can feel her breathing starting to even out as little puffs of hot air hits my neck.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I say, gently moving her. “Let’s get into bed.”
She murmurs something incoherent as I attempt to stand on shaky legs. My arms are Jell-O, but I somehow manage to pick her up and carry her to the bed. It’s still made from the maid service earlier in the day, so I one-handedly pull the thin white blanket and sheet back before lying her down. Chuckling, I grab those black heels and toss them on the floor before pulling the sheet up.
In the bathroom, I lose my dress shirt and grab a washcloth. Honestly, I could use a quick shower, but opt for just a wash-down with the cloth so I can get in bed with Payton quicker. There’ll be time in the morning for a shower. Hopefully together.
Rewetting and wringing out the washcloth, I head back into the main room. She’s sleeping peacefully, her soft brown hair splayed out on the pillow. Holding that cloth, I gingerly pull the sheet back. I’m not sure if this is chivalrous or creepy, but I move her legs and wipe up the mess I made. It actually gives me some weird sense of pride when I see my mark running down her leg.
I know. I’m not right.
Tossing the wet cloth on the floor, I slide into bed beside her, scooping her into my arms. My entire body screams with exertion, my lids drooping the moment my head hits the soft pillow. Payton snuggles in close, resting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my chest. When she throws her leg up onto mine, my wayward dick starts to stir again. See what happens when you actually use it for its intended purpose?
My last conscious thought is how good it feels to have her in my arms. When I stayed that first time, I was gone before the sun. Tomorrow, however, I get to wake with her in my arms, and hopefully, make slow, sweet love to her. I’m not making any pretenses that this is just a one-time thing. It can’t be. It feels too right for it not to be.
Convincing my head and her that we should continue is going to be the challenge. Is it wrong to sleep with a client? Sure. But it’s not forbidden. I’m just afraid of getting myself into a situation similar to the one I found with Brooke six years ago.
And Payton? She has a serious hang-up about the possibility of a relationship. In just a short period of time, I can tell she has some sort of past hurt. Something keeps her from going all-in with a guy, and I’m sure it’s going to be my greatest test to build up her trust to take down her walls. And her walls are thick, this I can already see. That’ll take some serious effort on my part, but my mind is made up. She’s the one that I want. And I’m up to the challenge.
I can already tell she’s worth it.
