past relationships had.
“Look at me.”
She ignored his command. She turned her head and kissed his bicep.
“Ava, look at me.”
Following the rules of the night, she didn’t verbally respond. Instead she shook her head. With Anson she’d given her heart. With Richard, she gave up her body. Troy seemed to want to tap into both, and she couldn’t have that.
Holding her chin, Troy pulled her face forward. She responded by closing her eyes.
Her defiance didn’t stop him. Troy kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth. It touched and teased hers, stroking her tongue the way he stroked her with his cock.
He took his hand from her face long enough to cup her breast. He pinched her other nipple, which sent a scintillating, pleasurable pain through her body.
Ava broke from the kiss long enough to catch her breath and to exclaim, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as the climax shook her body.
He continued his constant rhythm, moving in and out of her like he’d done it a million times before.
She’d made the mistake of finally connecting her gaze to his. Ava noticed a wave of relief wash over him as though this one thing would make the difference in this situation.
From the stare, she got the impression that he didn’t have this kind of connection with the last woman in his life. He couldn’t do this with other women he’d be set up with in the future. She thought it would cause a lot of occupational hazards for him.
His stamina overwhelmed her. Ava had gotten used to Richard’s frantic and intense sexual Olympics, and Anson’s slow yet compact sessions. Never had she been with a man who seemed to encompass qualities of both men, which truly scared her. Pretty soon, he would be looking for a way out, too. Good thing this was only a date, a paid one at that.
Troy pulled himself out long enough to turn her over onto her stomach and pull her up to her hands and knees. “I’m not done yet.” He entered her from behind.
He held onto her hips as he fucked her like she wanted. It didn’t take long for Ava to feel Troy’s body shaking. Without warning, he smacked her ass cheek with his hand. As much as she wanted to object to the treatment, she loved it. She loved feeling Troy’s command over her.
He let out a growl. He gripped her hips harder, then pushed himself deep inside of her and held himself there.
After his own intense orgasm, he kissed her shoulder and the side of her face, then pulled out of her and landed on his side on the bed. Ava simply pushed her knees back to fall on her stomach. She turned to him with a smile.
“You can say something other than yes,” he said, also returning a smile.
After releasing a long breath, Ava said, “Again.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Ava hoped this whole experience wouldn’t be something she would regret.
Chapter Eight
Ava watched Troy sleeping next to her. She had never spent the night in another man’s house. This must have been another occupational hazard for Troy, having a client spend the night. Then again, he did mention that she’d been his first client.
As he slept, she studied his face—the lines streaming from the corners of his eyes, the crease around his mouth, the stubble that covered the lower half of his face.
She combed her fingers through his dishwater blond hair. Troy stirred but didn’t awaken. She slid her hand over the planes of his chest, the same one that had been pressed against her body during sex and throughout the night. Every nerve still hummed from his exquisite treatment.
Ava uncovered the top half of Troy’s body, letting the comforter rest right above his pelvic region. When she spied the tent under the covers, she couldn’t help but uncover the mystery. She pulled up the comforter and saw his magnificent cock standing erect with a nest of curly, blond hair at the base.
Too tempting to resist, Ava held the base of Troy’s shaft. As he had done to her last night, she would give him pleasure with her mouth.
“Look at me.”
She ignored his command. She turned her head and kissed his bicep.
“Ava, look at me.”
Following the rules of the night, she didn’t verbally respond. Instead she shook her head. With Anson she’d given her heart. With Richard, she gave up her body. Troy seemed to want to tap into both, and she couldn’t have that.
Holding her chin, Troy pulled her face forward. She responded by closing her eyes.
Her defiance didn’t stop him. Troy kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth. It touched and teased hers, stroking her tongue the way he stroked her with his cock.
He took his hand from her face long enough to cup her breast. He pinched her other nipple, which sent a scintillating, pleasurable pain through her body.
Ava broke from the kiss long enough to catch her breath and to exclaim, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as the climax shook her body.
He continued his constant rhythm, moving in and out of her like he’d done it a million times before.
She’d made the mistake of finally connecting her gaze to his. Ava noticed a wave of relief wash over him as though this one thing would make the difference in this situation.
From the stare, she got the impression that he didn’t have this kind of connection with the last woman in his life. He couldn’t do this with other women he’d be set up with in the future. She thought it would cause a lot of occupational hazards for him.
His stamina overwhelmed her. Ava had gotten used to Richard’s frantic and intense sexual Olympics, and Anson’s slow yet compact sessions. Never had she been with a man who seemed to encompass qualities of both men, which truly scared her. Pretty soon, he would be looking for a way out, too. Good thing this was only a date, a paid one at that.
Troy pulled himself out long enough to turn her over onto her stomach and pull her up to her hands and knees. “I’m not done yet.” He entered her from behind.
He held onto her hips as he fucked her like she wanted. It didn’t take long for Ava to feel Troy’s body shaking. Without warning, he smacked her ass cheek with his hand. As much as she wanted to object to the treatment, she loved it. She loved feeling Troy’s command over her.
He let out a growl. He gripped her hips harder, then pushed himself deep inside of her and held himself there.
After his own intense orgasm, he kissed her shoulder and the side of her face, then pulled out of her and landed on his side on the bed. Ava simply pushed her knees back to fall on her stomach. She turned to him with a smile.
“You can say something other than yes,” he said, also returning a smile.
After releasing a long breath, Ava said, “Again.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Ava hoped this whole experience wouldn’t be something she would regret.
Chapter Eight
Ava watched Troy sleeping next to her. She had never spent the night in another man’s house. This must have been another occupational hazard for Troy, having a client spend the night. Then again, he did mention that she’d been his first client.
As he slept, she studied his face—the lines streaming from the corners of his eyes, the crease around his mouth, the stubble that covered the lower half of his face.
She combed her fingers through his dishwater blond hair. Troy stirred but didn’t awaken. She slid her hand over the planes of his chest, the same one that had been pressed against her body during sex and throughout the night. Every nerve still hummed from his exquisite treatment.
Ava uncovered the top half of Troy’s body, letting the comforter rest right above his pelvic region. When she spied the tent under the covers, she couldn’t help but uncover the mystery. She pulled up the comforter and saw his magnificent cock standing erect with a nest of curly, blond hair at the base.
Too tempting to resist, Ava held the base of Troy’s shaft. As he had done to her last night, she would give him pleasure with her mouth.
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