Page 31 of Angels & Whiskey

“Is that what you do with other guys?” I walked closer to her.

“I don’t have much sex. Hence why I hired you.” She waved her hand, gesturing toward me.

“No, you hired me for drinks. This is just a bonus.” Reaching up, I brushed her bangs out of her eyes so I could look into the blue irises.

“This is—”

I cut her off, bending down and sealing my lips over hers to calm her. She moaned in response, my hands cupping each side of her face as my tongue entered her mouth.

“How do you want it?” I asked.

She pulled her head back. “What?” She blushed.

“Aw, it’s no time to get bashful. We’re gonna fuck now. How do you want it? Hard or slow?”

“I … I don’t know.”

“It’s all about your pleasure, sweetheart. So what is it? Tell me your fantasy.”

What I’d learned from the three years as an escort was we were the boyfriend in public and the escort behind closed doors. Some only wanted the boyfriend experience. Some wanted to role-play. And some wanted to be fucked harder than they’d ever been fucked before.

“I’ve always wanted to be fucked hard on the kitchen table,” she choked out.

I smirked, reaching down and hoisting her up by her ass. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck as I walked to the kitchen in search of the table. “Lean back,” I instructed, setting her down on the table once I reached it.

She did as I asked and I reached under her black dress, pulling her thong down and tossing it onto the floor. I could already smell how aroused she was. Running my hands up each of her calves to her thighs, she arched her back, moaning. I pushed her dress up, exposing her bare pussy, and licked my lips. Her eyes were closed as I reached out and ran two fingers down her folds and through her glistening juice.

“Damn, sweetheart. Getting fucked on your kitchen table turns you on that much?”

She nodded her head, biting her lip again while I slipped a finger in her then two, spreading her arousal around her lips. I pumped them a few times, bringing her close to the edge, then stopped.

I felt her ogling eyes looking at me as I shrugged out of my long-sleeved, button-down blue shirt and unbuttoned my jeans to push them and my boxers down my legs. Glancing up, I caught her stare and paused. For a split second, I saw hazel eyes looking back at me and not the blue ones. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I stepped closer and she reached out and grabbed my dick, stroking it a few times.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded.

I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled a condom out. After sheathing myself, I stepped closer, spreading her legs wide and teasing her clit with the tip of my dick. Her eyes closed as I inched in. I didn’t care. This was her fantasy and she could do whatever she wanted. I didn’t need to look into her eyes as she came. I didn’t need her watching me. I just needed to fuck her the way she wanted and call it a day.

Sliding all the way in, her hands kneaded her tits through her dress. She pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her nice boobs, and started to play with her nipples. I let her play with them a little while I pumped a few times. They were a nice view.

“Lift your arms above your head and hold on, sweetheart.”

Her eyes opened, but she didn’t say anything. My thrusts continued to be slow, building her up, and then I picked up speed, pumping my hips. Michele held the table as I rammed over and over. Her eyes closed again and I closed mine too, focusing on the feel of her warm pussy wrapped around my dick. My thoughts drifted to Autumn again.

Fuck!

My eyes opened, looking down at Michele as she moaned with pleasure, my hips still pumping. Sweat was rolling down my chest and my back as I brought her closer with each thrust. Letting go of one of her legs, I placed my hand on her stomach and held her while I continued to vigorously thrust into her.

“Oh my God. Don’t press on my stomach, I’m gonna pee.”

“It’s impossible, sweetheart. Trust me.”

Our eyes locked as she started to wiggle.

“Gabe, I’m gonna pee.”

“Trust me. Relax.” She closed her eyes again, her pussy tightening as my firm hand pressed down on her stomach. “That’s it,” I coaxed.