Page 18 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

I yank her down in one swift motion, bedding tangling around us as I pull her beneath me. With deliberate movements, I part her legs and position myself above her. Still holding her gaze, I nudge her entrance with the thick head of my cock, the silent tension between us electric.

And wait.

She arches up just a little, needing it, even as she tries to keep a blank expression.

Yeah, we both like wrong things, but I’m the only one here willing to revel in it.

I pulse in, little by little.

She gasps, breathy now with excitement.

I push on, enjoying every inch of her magnificently tight, wet cunt.

She grips my biceps, nails digging into my flesh like she’s trying to hold me there, keep me inside her.

Good with me.

I thrust all the way in finally, seating myself deeply inside her. Right then, something in me stills, like some essential calm has settled over me.

But then I’m back to business, focused on what we’re here for, namely fucking her and consuming her. But instead, I’m losing myself inside her.

Her angry gaze fades as pleasure takes its place. Something swells in my chest at this, as if her pleasure is everything.

“Stop that. Don’t start acting like you like it. Got it?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t like it,” she snaps.

“Good, because that’s not what you’re here for. This is a transaction.”

“Wasn’t... liking it.”

I bury myself so deep in her. “Ungh. So tight.”

She makes a little sound of pleasure, followed by a haughty snort. “Whatever. You’re horrible!”

“Iamhorrible. That’s why I’m in charge.”

She’s clutching my shoulders, sweaty palms against hot flesh. “A dirty, twisted criminal,” she gusts.

Her words are gasoline on my blaze.

I change my angle, my speed. I can tell from her body when I’ve found the place that will make her unravel, and I’m merciless, rubbing deeper and deeper, obliterating her walls.

It’s good. Too good.

I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed. The harsh way I’m holding her kicks up the heat in her eyes.

She’s in over her head, wanting more of what I’m giving her, even if she doesn’t know what it is.

I lean in and bite that sexy top lip, holding it loosely in my teeth.

“Mmm,” she breathes. “Guh.” She makes a few other sounds before she stops herself, like she’s determined not to show enjoyment.

I could eat that lip. I force myself to let it go.

“Fuck,” I say, burying myself inside her. “Fuck.”

I feel the clutching swell in her that tells me she’s coming, though you wouldn’t know it from her face, which is scrunched in harsh concentration because she is really committed to not appearing to enjoy it.

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