She screamed. Oh, it hurt at first. How could it not? Yet it was the delectable kind of pain that made her beg for more. June was a trained dominatrix, but she loved to give herself over to the right dominant. While she would never advertise herself as a lifestyle switch, it was moments like these that made her consider going full sub. Too bad she would be leaving too much Domme money on the table!
That’s right. She’s going to be gone soon.June was torn between living in the moment and thinking about the futurealready. A future where Miquela was nothing more than that one woman from Monaco who stretched June out until her brain was in another universe.
“You’re tight,” she grunted.
June shook her head. Words? What were words?
The worst part wasn’t having Miquela inside her – it was having her leave, completely pulling out and seeing how quickly she replaced the arousal she took from June. Nowthatwas torture. Who knew that it was possible to miss a woman like that already? June was usually relieved to be done with it, even if she enjoyed it. Not this time. She patiently awaited Miquela to enter her again.
She did. It went in more easily this time, but not without another wail of disbelief falling from June’s lips.
Miquela’s steady rhythm, while shallow, was enough to make June groan so loudly that her neighbors probably heard her. She hoped that Holly, especially, was jealous of how good she felt right now.After a while, you learn to tell the fake moans from the real ones. This was real!
Should she say something? Yell how good Miquela was? Shout her praises? Shriek that she had never had a moment like this before, even though she was who she was? No. Miquela was not a woman showing off. She knew who she was, what she was, and what she had, but she didn’t need June to tell her all of that. Confident, self-assured lovers were like kryptonite to June. Having a great skill that made her feel things she never thought she could experience?Goodbye.
Miquela pulled out, sighing. Satisfaction? Disappointment? June was so far gone in the moment that she couldn’t tell at first. All she knew was that she was sad it was over for now.
“Ride me.”
June was incredulous. “Huh?”
“I must have a stuttering problem tonight. Either that, or my accent is thicker than I thought it was.” The look of sudden desire on her countenance made June shudder where she lay.Damn. She is fucking hot.“I told you to ride me.”
There were a lot of untold words in her statement. Because it was easier? Because she didn’t want to work for it? Because watching June bounce on it was hotter than driving it into her? June wasn’t paid to ask these questions. She was paid to obey, and obey she would. Albeit slowly, because she was under a serious spell.
June was going to face her as she straddled her legs, but Miquela shook her head, gesturing for her to turn around. June stretched her legs over Miquela, the woman’s hand steadying her strap-on as June spread her folds.
Was this supposed to be easier? Junesupposed. Easier was relative when she wanted to do nothing but ride until they both came… and that was easier said than done.
Miquela’s hand grazed June’s hip. “Take your time.” That voice, while full of lust and vigor, was also amazingly clear for a woman who was this ready to fuck her.
Take her time, huh? Miquela didn’t know who she dealt with. June wanted this, and she wanted it now. If that meant bracing against Miquela’s long legs and feeling her own body expand in ways she didn’t know it could? Better.
Miquela gripped June’s hips and gently eased her down. “Fuck…” June’s words were continuously lost to the warm air of her room. Incense had disappeared. All the rosy hues around her bed could do was obscure how good this must have looked.Wonder if she would let me fuck her in front of an audience. She would charge a thousand bucks per pair of eyes.
She looked down. It was halfway in, June’s nether lips pulled apart to let it enter. Her arousal glistened on both her own folds and Miquela’s naked thighs.I am such a slut.June didn’t needto be paid to do this. The money was a bonus. At this point, June was so in lust for this woman that…
Oh. Miquela had reached around and started rubbing June’s clit. So much for any thought or reason formulating in her sex-addled brain.
Miquela was around her. On her. In her. While her strap-on speared her below, arms wrapped firmly around her, hand cupping her breasts and bringing her pleasure. The hair on Miquela’s head delightfully entertained June’s neck. Her lips? Blowing warm air against her ear, nipping her flesh, and whispering the dirtiest shit she had ever heard a woman so nicely say.
“Fuck me,mi amour.” Her grunts were so intense that June almost came from them. “I want to be so deep inside you that you completely lose your mind. When I come, we’ll both die.”
Hofuckingboyokaysothatwashot.
June unleashed a cry of unfettered pleasure when Miquela thrust into her, hard, harder. She was right. This position was a lot easier, but it also put more pressure on June’s body. She had to hold herself up and remember to breathe. “Oh my God!” she cried, and sometimes she followed that exclamation up with, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Miquela’s strength was unrivaled. Unfuckingprecedented. She managed to hold June in her arms, stroke her clit, and keep her still enough to let her drive up into her. Gravity was the only thing bringing hips down to the bed. If Miquela had her way? She probably would’ve suspended them both in the air and finished June that way.
“I want you.” That declaration was followed by June hitting the bed, face buried in her own comforter as Miquela yanked her ass into the air and drove herself into her from behind.Oh my God! She’s all the way in!The comforter muffled June’s screams. Barely. “I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know where you are anymore.”
Here was hoping!
The number of clients June had been with was moot. She could have been with one other. She could have been with a hundred. It could not possibly have mattered because not a single one of them compared to this moment. Not even a woman of June’s standing had felt like this before. So controlled, so taken, so wanted. Miquela may have been paying her, and they may have gotten down to business within minutes of meeting, but all that aside… this was definitely in the top five sexual experiences she ever had.I’ve had thousands.
Miquela pressed against her back, driving between her spread legs, making June take every blissfully agonizing inch of her. When she wasn’t hunting down June’s core, she was spreading her opening. Her mouth was nowhere near her, but she choked. Once. Twice. Several times. Her inner walls were a prison, forced to swallow Miquela’s lovemaking as she thrust into her with such intensity that June feared she might split in two.What a way to go, though. Should she be lucky enough to go to Heaven, she hoped St. Peter wouldn’t ask her what had brought her there.A strap-on bigger than your head, that’s for sure!
The most amazing thing was how her body was able to take it. Every part of her wanted her. Wanted this encounter. As difficult as it was at times, June firmly believed that she could not trade it for anything. Take away the money. She would still do this. Her body was an avatar of lust, need, and desire. Somewhere in the cosmos, there was an entity being renewed because of her efforts.
I’m gonna come.
