Page 20 of Heart of Sin


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Make him feel like a sex god with a big ass dick even in his older age.

But it’s hard to do with Louis distracting me. My heart’s not in it.

“Vixen,” grunts Mr. Man. He paws at my cheek with his clumsy hand. “You with me, baby?”

“Hmmm? Oh, yes, daddy. Mmmm, sooo good. I’m gonna come!”

None of them ever notice that I’m not actually coming when I say I do. I pant, moan, do some kegels, roll my eyes back, pretend I’m out of it, and it’s enough.

Mr. Man comes a couple weak strokes later. He kisses my lips before rolling off me.

Finally, I’m free.

Until the next night when another regular books me, and I find myself distracted all over again.

I can’t blame Louis.

For his part, he stays in touch in our weeks apart. He texts and calls me. A gray area we didn’t discuss, but that I allow—that I low-key am grateful for and enjoy. It becomes something I look forward to at the end of my long shifts at the Dollhouse, knowing I’ll chat with Louis on the phone. He’s three hours ahead, so by the time I’m off, he’s awake and getting ready for work on the east coast.

It’s two months before I see him again.

I surprise myself by initiating contact. I throw my arms around him and hug him.

I’m not a hugger.

“Hey, kitty cat,” he says. “Ready for a week enjoying ourselves?”

You have no idea.

We do dinner, like always.

At least that’s the plan before we get distracted in the penthouse. Louis chuckles between our hungry kisses as he picks me up by the ass and I gladly wrap my legs around his thick waist. He traps me against the wall, where we manage to free his dick and tug my panties to the side.

I’ve never been wetter than for him.

I’ve honestly never been wet before at all. I’m normally dry as the Mojave Desert. I carry lube with me at all times for a reason.

“Shit, Louis!” I scream out as his wrist-thick girth pushes into me.

This feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Nothing I can describe.

I’m full, so fucking full. Being split open to the point it almost becomes too much.

Almost.

Then my pussy spasms and I’m moaning at how he deep he sinks.

He squeezes my ass and lifts me up and down on his fat dick like I’m as light as a cloud.

I hook an arm around his neck, grind along with him. My toes curl. My make up feels like it’s melting off. Louis bounces me harder, tosses me up higher before yanking me back down, my pussy swallowing him whole.

“You want more of this huge dick?” he pants. “You want me to make that kitty purr?”

I’m a mess. I’m about to come, my skin hot. “Yes… fuck my kitty with that big, huge dick!”

Louis takes me there. Another few deep pumps and I’m orgasming.

I shudder all over and scream out with theatrics that are real. Not the front I put up with clients.

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