“Don’t lie to me,” Miquela growled, as June shuddered in her arms with a little wail. Two fingers were lodged so deeply inside of her that her core had no choice but to hold on to them with every drop of strength it had. “I don’t want to hear your fake moans. If you don’t like it, you can tell me. I’ll dictate what we do, but I’m not going to waste my time unless I’m getting the real deal out of you.”
Waste time. Waste time.
“I’m not lying!” June clutched her chest. Hardening nipples brushed against her fingertips, enticing her to inhale Miquela’s feminine scent.Some of me is in that too. Every time Miquela pulled a finger out of her, that became more apparent. “Don’t believe me? Put your face down there and see for yourself.”
If June talked back enough, she might get to charge her for some punishment. A round of spanking was an easy grand to make. And hot.
She didn’t actually think Miquela would go down on her. The only clients who willingly did that were the submissives who wanted to serve her. Miquela was not that type. Not to say the dominant types didn’t love to eat some pussy, but they didn’tpaywomen for the honor.
Yet she was soon tossed back onto her bed, legs pulled apart once more so Ms. Bolivar could dive between them and taste what she had done to June.
Fuck it. June was going to ride this pony until it didn’t go anymore.
The woman’s tongue was rough. Not just in texture, but in the way it handled June’s clit, her folds, and the depths of her aching core.Okay. Okay! Fuck me already!She was damn good at punching her tongue inside June and opening the way. Yes, yes, this was someone who had lots of experience, not just with women, but pleasuring them. She knew it was to her benefit to make sure her partner enjoyed herself. She would be relaxed. More inclined to take what Miquela offered. That’s what June wanted to believe in this job, anyway.
Perhaps not every part of her was jaded yet.
“Don’t move,” Miquela growled, pulling June’s body on top of hers. The strap-on rested on her stomach.Oh, fuck!June had no idea if she stretched her legs open on her own accord or if it was Miquela doing it for her. She didn’t care. She was ready either way.This is going to be the best twenty-grand I’ve ever made.“I’m completely taking over from here.”
She knelt between June’s legs, one hand firmly around her strap-on and the other holding June’s leg open. Miquela’s visage announced she was about to split June open.
“Whoa, whoa.” The miracle of the day was that June wasn’t completely sex-drunk yet. “The condoms are right over there.”
“How much for without?”
“I’m required to tell you that’s not allowed for new clients, regardless of whether it’s made of synthetic materials.”
“Yes, yes, you must cover your hot ass.” Miquela lightly smacked it. A normal gesture around those parts, but June whimpered from the stinging impact, anyway. “Now tell me what your rate is.”
Damn, this woman was experienced with professionals. Most would grumble, then do what June said. Miquela? Somehow,she knew that a woman could be persuaded to do things even further off the books.
June took these requests on a case-by-case basis. There were risks with some, and it was important to have firm boundaries to see what a client was really like, anyway. Usually, she told the client no and that it was non-negotiable. Sometimes, with a woman like Miquela? Bonus. Money and fun.
“Five thousand.” She was serious about that number, too. Actually? June was giving her a slight discount. Because Miquela was turning her on like crazy.I kinda wanna feel that thing inside me.
“Right. Now you know what I’m going to ask next?”
“Three grand on, seven grand in.”
“Twelve grand on top of the fifteen to fuck you?” Miquela grinned, hands sliding up June’s abdomen and settling in her cleavage. Her strap-on was about one inch from attempting penetration. “Twenty-seven grand to ravage a woman as lovely as you. That’s almost a bargain.”
“You said money wasn’t an issue.” June grinned back at her. “It’s the fifteen if you put on a barrier.” Few wanted to do that. “But you said it wasn’t an issue…” She stretched her arms over her head, pushing her ass up so Miquela had a fantastic view of the place she wanted to fuck.See how wet I am? See how relaxed I am?Nobody will take you like I take you, Ms. Bolivar. With any luck, June would love every moment of it. Thousands of dollars and a great lay. Not bad for a night’s work.
“It’s not an issue. Maybe I wanted to hear you talk about it.”
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”
Miquela’s low, rumbling growl passed from her body to June’s. The fury of trembles taking her over made June close her eyes and feel nothing but the heat in her core expanding already.Fuck, I am crazy wet. On her folds, on her thighs, down herass… if Miquela didn’t take this prime opportunity, they would both regret it forever.
“With pleasure.”
June knew, even though her whines increased and her body struggled to stay relaxed, that she only felt the tip of the strap-on. It pushed farther, slowly, testing how willing she was to have Miquela.I’m willing. I’m right here with my legs spread far and wide for you, ma’am.The more Miquela entered her, the more June truly believed that. Perhaps this moment was so transient that she would barely remember it a year from now. She would at least be able to say that she wanted it so much that her body cried out for Miquela. This woman she barely knew.
She could be lying about who she was. Probably not, given where she worked and the type of clients who came in, but even if she was? Who. Fucking. Cared.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, completely giving her body over to the intense sensations making their way through her. Miquela groaned too, an animalistic sound that was rare enough in June’s life.I can’t… oh fuck I can’t take anymore. Yet her body surprised her in how willing it was to accommodate this woman. June hadn’t doubted her own abilities, but this was crazy even for her! “Holy shit, that’s big!”
“I know.” Miquela pinned her to the bed. She pulled out enough to give June relief – and then slammed in.
