“I’m so close.” She whines as I jerk my cock faster, wanting to cum with her.
“So am I, baby. Come on. Soak those fingers for me, like a good girl.” I groan, trying to wait for her. Her legs begin to shake, and the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her drippingcunt echoes through the room. “That’s it, Doll. Cum for me.” I growl, watching her chest heave and her fingers move rapidly between her clit and cunt.
“I- I’m cumming. Fuck. Case!” she shouts, and fuck, I can’t hold back any longer. I scoot up the bed quickly and settle between her legs as my nuts lift and I jerk my cock fast, spilling my load all over her pussy. I watch as her cunt gushes against her fingers, and my name is whispered against her lips.Shit! I could listen to those words for the rest of my life. Fuck!
“I need to go before I end up cleaning the mess we made. Fuck Lyla! I’m sorry. This can’t happen again,” I say, climbing off the bed as I tuck my dick away, leaving in a hurry and slamming the door behind me. Walking across the hall into my room, I find my phone and place a call.
“Hey, it’s Case. Tomorrow night from 10 - 2, I want the same brunette from last night,” I say.
“No problem. See you tomorrow.” She says, and I hang up, plopping down onto my bed and shutting my eyes.I really shouldn’t have done that! But why do I want to do it again? Fucking fuck!
Mercedes
Mr. Knight
The next day, I left early and went to study at the library at the school. I couldn’t spend another second around him. Not after what we did. I knew he was standing there watching, but I didn’t expect him to come into my room and cum all over my pussy. But, my god, I fucking loved it. My body shattered around my own fingers, having him watch me while I watched him.Why does he have to be my stepbrother? Why can’t he just be Case Nicoletti, the star hockey player that I could have a one-night stand with?Get him out of my system and move on. But no–I’ll have to see him more often than not, since we live in the same goddamn house. At least he stays at the dorms during the week. A part of me can’t wait to see him, but the rational part of me wants to avoid him. He has a game coming up, and I’m still going to attend. How can I not? He will be too busy to even notice me there. So why take that away from myself? I’m a glutton for punishment. Just torture myself some more.
Picking up my phone, I see it’s almost time for my shift. Packing up my things, I leave the library and walk to the parking lot. Getting into my car, I gasp at the dozen red roses with a note attached sitting in my passenger seat.Fuck!Picking up the note with shaky hands, I read the words as my stomach flips, and I feel physically ill.
Angel,
You can run, but you can’t hide from me. I’ll be seeing you soon, baby.
Love always, your Kenneth.
I cringe and rip the note into a million pieces. How does he keep finding me? I’ve changed my number, bought a new car, and left the dorms, but still he finds me every fucking time. Reaching over in the passenger seat, I grab the flowers and throw them out of the window. I shiver as if eyes are on me, and I already feel dirty. I start the car, lock the doors, and pull out of the space and drive out of the parking lot.I need to do something about this. I can’t keep running.Getting on the highway, I drive towards my job, constantly checking my rearview mirror to make sure I’m not being followed. It’s no use. He knows where I work; that’s how I met him. The first mistake was letting him catch feelings for me. Mistake number two was giving him my number. I know now never to do that again.
Pulling up to the gates, I enter my code and wait for the wrought iron metal to open. Crawling up the circular driveway, I park behind the house where all the other girls and Mark park.The front entrance is for guests only. I look in the mirror and take a deep breath. Time to put on my game face for the night. Out here, I’m Lyla Hollis—med student, but the moment I enter that house. I’m Mercedes, and I’ll be whatever they want for the night.
Later that evening, after Madame Collette gave me the rundown of what my client expects of me tonight. I am to be waiting in room five, dancing against the pole, wearing a black corset top that hugs my hips just right with black high heels, hair curled, flowing freely down my back with a mask covering my face at all times. There’s no speaking, just feeling and letting go. Which I’m good with. I hate making small talk. It causes me to fidget, and I don’t know what to do with my hands. Before I know it, I’m a bundle of nerves, and that's not good if I plan on making money tonight. Madame informed me that this client specifically requested me, which made us both nervous. But she said it was the same men from the other night, which eased my mind a bit. Between the strange man at the hotel and Case, I don’t know who I was more attracted to. My number one rule is no kissing my clients or catching feelings, but there was something different about that man, that I’m going to have to figure out a nickname for. Sometimes when I’m bored, I name the guys just to get out of my head while they do whatever they want to me. Colette gets a kick out of what I come up with.
After checking myself in the mirror and sliding my brown contacts in place along with my mask. I stand and walk over to the dresser, looking at the time and seeing he should be arriving soon. So, I scroll through my playlist until I find the folder that says four hours. Opening it, I hit play and walk to the center of the room and dance around the pole. I close my eyes and let the beat of the songs blaring through the speakers control my body and movements. Suddenly the air becomes thick, electric, and my breathing hitches when I open my eyes and see himsitting in the chair with a drink in hand just like the other night. His presence alone sends chills up my spine, and my panties immediately dampen. I don’t understand why or how this one person has such an effect on me, and we’ve never spoken a word to one another. I swing around the pole, jumping up and using my knees and calves to wrap my body and spin. My heels hit the floor and I dip down, spreading my legs wide as I bounce my ass, while my hands wander over my chest and down my stomach.
He takes another sip of his drink before placing it down and opening his legs, and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he watches my every movement. I wonder what he looks like under the mask.What I would give just to get a peek!Leaning on my knees, I glide my body on the floor and roll my hips, lifting my ass and giving it a shake. His lip twitches as he watches. His eyes are smoldering and intense. He takes his two fingers and gestures me closer so like the good girl I am, I get on all fours and crawl to him slowly. Shaking my hips the closer I get to him. I take a deep breath before I get between his legs, running my nails over his thighs, causing him to sit back in the chair. His chest rises up and down slowly as he brings his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him while his thumb pulls at my bottom lip. I graze my tongue against the pad of his finger gently, and he hisses. I do it again only this time, I suck the tip, biting the meaty flesh. He licks his lips as I continue to suck slowly, rolling the tip of my tongue against him while my hands reach for his belt buckle.
My eyes never leave his as I undo his suit pants, unzipping him and pulling out his cock, running my hand up and down his length. His eyes become hooded while my core drips with want. I stroke his cock a few more times before I swipe my thumb over the tip, collecting his arousal and bringing it to my lips, sucking the taste of him onto my tongue. My tastebuds burst, making me want more.So much fucking more.He reaches up, caressing mycheek, and I sink into his warmth. Shutting my eyes for a split second, wishing for a moment that he was Case and I’d get my one night with him.
Case
Out Of My System
Watching Mercedes sit between my legs, tasting my arousal on her tongue damn near snaps my resistance. Did I pay for sex tonight? Yes, I did, but before I take exactly what I need from her, I want to watch her beg for it.
She leans in, grabbing hold of my cock, and I adjust my position to give her better access. I take my hands and wrap my fingers around the strap of her top, pulling them down until her breasts spill. I growl at how perfect she is. How fucking sexy everything about this girl is. I don’t understand the pull I have toward a sex worker. She’s literally paid to be everything I want and need, but I can see through the job. She wants me just as badly as I want her. Too bad for Mercedes though. I need her to fuck Lyla out of my system.
Gently, I caress each swollen nub with my thumbs as I watch her chest rise with every breath she takes. She grabs my cock and wraps her perfect lips around the tip, sucking down my length until I hit the back of her throat. She purposely gags, making megroan at the sound. Her brown eyes snap up to mine as I bite down on my bottom lip and tug at her nipples, especially the one with the metal bar going through it. She whimpers and drags her bottom teeth up and down my ladder scraping the metal. I growl because I love the pain and want more of it. But I can’t speak. It’s one of the rules I made for myself. If no words are spoken there won’t be any attachments. This is paid sex—nothing more, nothing less. But what I wouldn’t give to hear my name drip off her lips or her telling me how good I make her feel. But again. This is just a fantasy to get my step sister out of my system.
Sliding my fingers under her chin, I remove her mouth from my cock and she looks at me through the mask with uncertainty. I take a deep breath, slide my shoes off as she helps remove my pants and boxers. I stand putting my hand out for her. She takes it and rises. I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist and her hands around my neck. Her lips are a whisper away from mine as my cock pokes her silk covered entrance with every step I take. My hands roam up her thighs and I squeeze her ass spreading her cheeks, while snapping the thin string between them, as my fingers toy with both holes.
Walking across the room, I place her down on the glass table, pushing her chest back to lay down. Then I take each leg and position her feet flat on top of the glass. Spreading her legs, I lick down each thigh, biting the tender flesh, then rub my nose up and down her silk thong. Her thigh trembles on each side of my head and I sink my teeth into the fabric, moving it out of my way. I take my tongue and lick from cunt to clit, swirling it around, making her back arch off the table. I do it a few more times, then sink two fingers inside her and groan.She’s fucking soaked. Just like last time.I finger her core while lapping at her clit, making her body shiver against me. Once I think she’s ready, I stand. Taking my cock, I slap it against her clit rubbing it up and downher pussy lips, getting it nice and wet before my free hand slides up her sinful body. Pinching her nipple, at the same time that I sink into her. We both groan, and I pull out only to slam back in as I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing—not too much to make her scared, but enough to have her flooding my cock. Her tight pussy sucks me in and holds me hostage.Fuck, she’s so warm and perfect.
Gripping her hips, I slam into her, snapping my hips and watching as her tits bounce. Leaning down, I take the pierced one into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her hard nipple as I roll my hips and lift her thigh higher so I can get deeper into her perfect cunt. I kiss over her breasts and bite down on her delicate flesh and her hands find my hair and pull at the ends, making me growl.
Without pulling out of her, I lift her off the table, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist as I pound into her relentlessly. Sweat beads down my brow with every thrust. Her tits bounce and I lean down again, taking a nipple into my mouth, listening to her little whimpers.I can’t help myself. I'm a tit man and I am obsessed with her nipples.
Reaching between us, I pinch her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. When she grips my cock for dear life, I remove my fingers, edging her. She growls as her hands pull at my hair and down my chest, which only eggs me on. So I slam into her harder, picking up my pace and leaning down once again to lick the sweat beading down her chest, only to take a nipple between my teeth and bite down hard while my hand flicks her clit again. Bringing her to the brink of orgasm once more, only to rip it away. Tears fall down her face the more I get her there only to stop again. She pants beneath me, moaning and whining the more I fuck her tight little cunt.I want to fill her up so fucking bad, but I want her to shatter on my cock more. I want her toscream her release and soak me and the table. Shit, my cock can’t get enough of her. She takes me so well it's wild.
I growl as she tightens around me, sucking me further into her. I slap her clit, making her jump as she bites her bottom lip. I lean down and suck it into my mouth and groan. Her lip gloss tastes like a watermelon Jolly Rancher and I want to suck the taste right off of them. Her tongue snakes out and twirls with mine. I moan deep in my chest, cupping her face, wishing I could take off her mask and it be Lyla.I just need one night with her. Just one night only and I’d fuck her and it would be enough.Watching her finger herself last night was so fucking incredible, even if it can never happen again.
