Page 53 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

I hold myself open for him. The cool air kisses the heat of my sex.Sacramento, California, Santa Fe, New Mexico.

I’m yearning for him to fill me—dying for it. It’s the worst thing and the best thing ever.

I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper, recognizing the motions of a man who’s rolling a condom over his cock.

He studies my eyes as he presses his fingers to my clit. I nearly come again, just from that.

“Somewhere along the line, somebody messed with your head and left you high and dry. Probably your daddy.”

I suck in a breath. Who does he think he is? He’s sort of right, but who cares?

He spreads my juices around and around, watching me like he thinks he knows everything about me.

I bite my lip as he fits his giant cock to my sex, a warm bulb nudging between my legs, smooth and hard.

“I’m your daddy now,” he says, entering me slowly, stretching me over the sink and working me how he wants.

I hate him, hate him, hate him. Also desperate for him.

“That’s right,” he says, watching my eyes, pushing into me, filling me. When he’s fully seated inside me, he tweaks my nipples, soft and then harder. “Show me how you feel about that.”

“I don’t know what you want,” I say, channeling my hate into boredom as he stokes my arousal. “You want me to come? Is that it?”

“I don’t want you to just come,” he grates in my ear. “I want you to comeundone.”

“Unlikely...”

My words die on my lips as he thrusts into me. He changes his angle and hits something deep. I almost lose it, but then I’m back.Austin, Texas, St. Paul, Minnesota.

I hear the clink of glass behind me.

What else did he bring with him?

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Such a horrible person,I think against the delicious feeling of him rocking inside me.Horrible. I keep it to myself, of course, because he’d love it if I said it aloud.

Then I feel a slick finger at my asshole, sliding up and down, oiling me from behind.

I gasp as he fits a fat fingertip to the opening of my asshole.

“How about now?” He grabs my ass cheek and pulls the flesh aside before pushing in an oily finger.

I suck in a breath as he penetrates my asshole with his hard, slick finger. I’m panting. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s... good.

“How about now... what?”

“How do you like criminals now?” he asks, fucking me from the front with his cock and behind with his huge finger.

The feeling of it blows my mind. Pleasure ramps up inside me like chaos. He’s going to make me come again, dammit.

He curls his finger inside my asshole as he pushes in with his cock. He’s fucking me ever more deeply, ever more slowly.

I can’t think of any new capitals; I can’t think at all.

Colorado...Denver? Boulder?

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