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Then she stops.
Instead of pulling it over her head, she hooks her fingers under the waistband of her panties.
Holy shit!
As I stare, she pulls the panties down, not even giving me a flash of pussy as the hem of the skirt drops back into place. Then she steps forward and drops the panties into my open palm. I blink up at her.
“Well done. You’ve impressed me. So I thought I’d take pity on you and give you these now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
What I want? What I want is for her to bring that luscious little cunt and sit on my face. I want to lick and lick until she has to grip my horns to keep from falling down. I can’t form the words.
“Have you got any more left?”
It takes me a moment to process what she’s said. I glance down at my cock. Poor withered thing looks like he’s just run a marathon. I shake my head. “Give me twenty minutes, My Lady.”
She glances at her phone. “I’m afraid this booking was only one hour. Perhaps next time. Please keep the panties. I’ll see myself out.” With that, she slips on her shoes and gathers up her handbag.
I’ve got nothing. I don’t even have the voice to call her back again.
What the devil just happened here? I’m pretty sure I got screwed without her ever even touching me. And I’m pretty sure I fucking love it.
I stagger to the bedroom and collapse onto the freshly made bed with a sigh.
Magnificent. What the hell have I been doing with all these girls when there are real women out there?
Maurice was right. There’s no going back now.
EIGHT
Mel
I walk out through the hotel lobby on legs far too shaky, with a pussy that’s far too wet. I can’t bear to take the subway when I feel like this, like everyone who sees me will know how desperate I am to run straight back up to that hotel room and let Jarradek do all the things he wants to me. Instead, I hail a cab and slump back against the seat, press my eyes closed and rub circles around my temples to dull the headache coming.
Forget what Jarradek wants to do to me. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to him!
I want to stretch my hand around that long, fat shaft and measure it for myself. I want to feel the silken smooth skin there and the heat of him under my palm. I want to feel his hot come in my hand and on my belly, and I want to take the pen and write on every inch of his skin until there’s not a spot left that doesn’t say my name.
