his cock poking just above her ass. ‘Count.’
‘One hundred,’ she began, pulling out one bill and letting it flutter to the surface of the end table. ‘Two hundred …’
On and on she counted, one bill after another. Her hands began to tremble and her voice grew thick as she pushed it from the back of her throat. She glanced longingly aside to the water they had both been sipping, then lost the thought as he dug his fingertips into her.
‘You’re almost there.’ His words urged her on, but his actions only made it harder to speak.
The last bill fell, making a total of three thousand dollars, and with it she shuddered. His grip on the back of her neck eased but he didn’t withdraw.
‘There we go,’ he said, lips moving just below her ear. ‘It takes a certain kind of woman to pay for a hard cock. The best kind, in my opinion. Then again, I am a tad biased.’
The sting of his teeth pinched her skin, just long enough to give his words a punch. Molly was completely defenceless as he slipped the other hand down and grasped her skirt. She couldn’t conjure a single objection as he dragged the thick woollen dress over her head. She raised her arms and expelled a sigh as the room went dark.
His words continued as he let the dress drop to her feet in front of her. ‘The thought of using me usually gets a woman wet. I’m just a hard dick to ride, but that’s not what’s pushing your buttons, is it? It’s that you’re just a pussy to me. You’re just something to fuck, just like me.’
She gave her head a shake as he turned her around, but what was there to object to? Her entire body rebelled against her, silencing her sensible side. She reached between them and yanked the buttons of his jacket, then pushed it over his shoulders. As the garment bunched at his elbows, it struck Molly that in spite of his submissive expression his look was feral.
She took a long look down his body. As she met his gaze, her mouth split into a grin, and she reached between his thighs.
So it wasn’t just the swagger, after all.
‘“Just a hard dick”? It doesn’t feel like “just a hard dick” to me.’
Molly closed her hand around the hard column and watched his face as she kneaded its length. He gave no reaction, until she reached the tip that tented against his fly, and pressed her thumb to it. A puff of air and a slight crease on his brow let her know he was enjoying this as much as she was.
She plucked at his buttons until the shirt fell open. The expanse of his chest appeared to her a little at a time until the shirt was free. For a moment she was astounded at how glorious he looked. She grasped the bunched fabric and hung on, anchored with him in the chaos of her beating heart.
When he opened his mouth to speak again, Molly reached up behind his head and pulled him down. She needed a reprieve from those delectable words that ignited her like a tongue teasing between her legs. He bowed towards her, and Molly bent forward, mouth watering with the need to taste him.
At first there was only his $300 cologne surrounding her, reminding her how he made his money.
You’re just something to fuck, just like me.
There it was, that salt and heat she’d craved. She swiped her tongue over his pectoral, then crooked her head to close her lips around his nipple.
He pushed forward and went taut. She was tempted to push back at him and thrust him down on the sofa he’d vacated. She wanted to eat him alive. She gave it back to him, biting down and crooking her fingers to dig her nails into his hard forearms.
With a throaty sound he shrugged off her hands and wormed out of his jacket and shirt. She gave him another nip and curled her tongue upward, then reached for his belt.
No longer passive, he slipped his fingers into her hair and squeezed down, drawing her face upward.
He took her wrists and shoved them to her sides. ‘My turn.’
He loosened her bra-straps until the cups buckled, then reached around her. The bra dropped. He splayed his hand across her back and, forehead pressed to hers, shoved his fingers past her waistband.
Molly rose on her toes as he scissored two fingers through the sticky lips around her clit. She sucked in a quick breath and held it, and held his gaze as he tugged up and down, up and down, not in tune with the rhythm of her pulse but making that perfect beat that grew louder and louder.
‘I want –’ she said, quietly enough that she could take it back if she changed her mind, and change her mind she did.
He delved lower and wriggled the tip of his middle finger into her crack. ‘You want … more?’
She turned her head to nod, but he raised his other hand and cupped her cheek.
‘Tell me,’ he said, and nearly toppled her when he pushed a second finger inside. ‘Tell me what you want.’
The shock of having this stranger, this prostitute invading her pussy paralysed her. Inch after inch slid into her juicy passage, joints bumping until his knuckles brushed against her.
He pressed his mouth to her temple and whispered, ‘Tell me …’
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was merely forming words without meaning anything. Words were something he conjured as he flexed his fingers inside her.
‘Let me hear it, Sonia.’
He went deep once more, then flicked his thumb across her clit.
She couldn’t keep silent any longer, nor could she keep her hands to herself. She pressed them to his chest and squeezed her legs around his hand.
‘I want you to call me Molly,’ she said, and ran her hands down the hair-wisped surface of his chest. ‘That’s my name.’
‘Did you bring anything for me to play with? A little pocket vibrator you keep in your purse, maybe?’
She looked up at him. Could he really not have heard her the one time she needed to be heard, after she had made her only demand?
He raised his brows. ‘I didn’t think so. So you’ve brought no toys, save for the one you just gave me: your real name. Another woman might have built a fantasy around it and become someone else and I would have played along even though I’ve known your real name all along, Molly Archer, but you want this for yourself. You want this for Molly.’
She pressed her fingers into his chest and nicked him with her nails. A rush of excitement passed through her when he flinched, and again as he stroked into her wet passage. Her next words trickled out with laughter. ‘Stop talking and show me what you can do.’
‘That’s a good girl, Molly.’ His mouth split into a grin, showing off perfect teeth she didn’t doubt he had paid handsomely for, and he returned his hand to her back. He held her as he pumped his fingers in and out, and Molly laughed again. He was wrong about her name. She didn’t want him to use it as a sex toy. She wanted him to use her as a sex toy.
‘I think we’ve both had enough of these.’ He withdrew his hand and before she had a chance to draw a breath, he shoved her panties down to her ankles.
