“Good.” He shifts in his seat. “I’m still not allowed to touch you yet. But there are no rules that you can’t touch yourself.”
I stare at him, another shiver passing over my skin. It’s warm in his office despite the size of the space, and my cheeks are flaming at his close inspection of my body.
I tentatively move my hand to my crotch, smoothing over the top of my thigh before I slide my index finger slowly onto my clit. His eyes don’t move away from my hand as I start to rub.
“And how did you find your interview?” he asks, his voice a low growl.
“I was happy I got the job,” I say honestly, and he huffs a laugh, a little smile flitting over his face.
I push my fingers further in, flirting with the dark, wet heat I find there. I’m surprised that I’m already drenched. Just having his eyes on me, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Who knew I had such a thing for being watched?
“Sit.” He whispers the word, and I lower myself slowly to the floor. “Put your legs out in front of you, yes, like that. Bend them and keep doing what you’re doing.”
I get into the position, my fingers moving over my clit with more pressure now. I lean back on my other hand, glancing down at my fingers moving over my body.
“Yes. Good. Watch yourself.” His voice has lowered by an octave as I begin to rub harder.
“Push your finger inside,” he says, sitting forward in his seat as he unzips his fly.
I stop, looking up at him as I push my finger inside, slowly and steadily. The walls of my body are still sore from yesterday’s “interview”.
“Pull it out, and push it back in,” he says as he starts to stroke himself, closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me come in five seconds with this shit. Get over here.”
I pull my fingers free, standing up as I walk over to him. I’m still nervous about what he’ll want me to do, but I decide to wait for his instructions instead of trying to guess.
He puts his arms along the back of the couch, and I look down at his dick for the first time. It’s just as big as I thought, wide and long, and weeping at the head already.
“You know where I keep them.” He says, glancing at the desk as he places his glass on a table at the end of the couch. “Bring one to me.”
I walk over to the little silver dish on the desk, get out a condom, and return to him with it. He rips it open and slides it on effortlessly, relieving me of a duty I’m not sure I can perform with such efficiency.
He strokes the back of his hand down my thigh before he looks up at me.
“Sit on my dick and ride me,” he says, his eyes dark and predatory as I straddle his lap.
Leaning over him, I gasp as he suddenly moves forward, his mouth closing over my nipple as his tongue licks over the tip, his teeth gently closing around it. I can’t help shuddering at the sensation; it feels amazing.
I position myself above him, able to feel the tip of his cock brushing my skin, but clueless as to whether the angle is right.
“Wait,” he says softly, and I freeze, my body hovering an inch above the tip of his dick. We remain like that for what feels like an endless moment, and then I hear the clock chime. My fingers tighten on his shoulders. Something about the meticulous way he’s sticking to the rules flicks a switch inside of me. I feel myself getting even wetter as I look into his eyes.
“And now you’re on the clock, Miss Brooks. I want to feel you squeezing my dick all the way down.”
With an intense desire to do as he asks, I lower myself too quickly and immediately feel a bolt of panic as I’m met with resistance. It’s not the right angle, and I’m unsure which way to move in order to rectify it. But suddenly his hand is around his dick, and he’s lining us up and pushing his hips upward as I feel the tip push into my entrance.
I close my eyes, holding back the wince.Jesus, he’s big.
“Oh fuck, you’re seriously tight,” he murmurs as I slowly lower over his dick, feeling it pressing into me an inch at a time.
I’m sore, but it’s not as painful as it was yesterday. Still, I probably go a lot slower than the other escorts would. Finally, my hips meet his, his dick fully seated and further inside me than I thought was possible. There’s a hint of pleasure that I’m determined to chase as the discomfort starts to recede.
His hands come up to cup my breasts, brushing my nipples as he pinches them. I let out an involuntary moan. His eyes snapup to me, and he pinches them again. I feel a rush of wetness flood through me.
Christ, no one told me my nipples could be so sensitive.
His big hand trails up my back, and he takes a commanding hold of my hair against my scalp. He’s not pulling, just trapping me against him, and it feels primal and dominating.
