She was taller than I preferably fuck. Her skin was as creamy as milk. Her full lips were painted blood red, and it even shone upon the light.

As I leisurely strolled my gaze on her, I was already warming up with carnal needs. This woman knew how to make a man hard.

She wore a lace bustier and a tiny black thong that barely covered her pussy. It was just perfect for her curves.

My cock strained against my pants when my eyes landed on her long toned-legs wrapped with pantyhose and knee-high boots. I shouldn’t be appraising her because once I was done, I would never remember how she blew my mind. I came here to fuck and get a release, and to inquire Intel, then forgot she existed.

“Hello,” she greeted. Her voice slightly trembled.

She’s not a whore. That’s another fact.

I sauntered closer to her. When I was in front of her, I shrugged off my jacket. “What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” I unlinked my cuffs, eyes still glued to her.

She caught her teeth between her lip, then her palm pressed against the door.

Huh, this is how are we gonna play, little kitten? Okay then.

“Do you want me to fuck you there? That can be arranged.”

“N-no... I mean you can do whatever you want.” She swallowed.

Of course, I can.

Why would they give me an aloof woman when I spent a hefty of money for this?

I raised my hand to her round face, tracing the back of my finger against her soft and smooth skin.

She stiffened.

She was not older than twenty-five. Why did she choose this kind of living?

I leaned closer, running the tip of my nose on her cheek, gliding to her ear.

Hmm. She smelled innocence.

“Why do you work here?” My whisper caused her to shiver.

I heard her swallowed, definitely nervous, and there was no way she would be able to speak. I chose to be with a well-experienced sexual partner, and I had no rule of being slow.

I like to fuck. Hard. Rough.

My life at MC taught me to be tough because life there had never been easy for me. I became tougher when the president position turned over to me. And this woman in front of me would test my self-control and twist my mind with questions.

“I need money.”

Don’t we all work for money?

My brows furrowed, meeting her eyes again. It was a shade of blue, and maybe if the light was on, it could be darker or violet. With her mask on, she looked gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait to pull that off of her face.

I unbuttoned my white shirt and stripped it off, making her blink. She leisurely strolled her gaze down my tattooed chest, to my arms, and down to my abdomen.

She stopped right there.

Then I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I hissed as the zipper grazed against my aching and thickening cock. It was pulsating inside my boxers in anticipation.

“Feel free to explore, sweetheart. I paid you to pleasure me, and your job is more than just looking at me—it involves touching, licking, biting, sucking, and fucking me until we both limped.”

Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my finger to the strap of her bustier and pulled it down her arm. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

Fuck!

I tore off her bustier from her body, making her gasped.

And it shocked me as well.

I didn’t see it coming.

My eyes widened with what I saw. She had her nipple pierced. The metal shone against the light. She had the gorgeous tits I had ever seen, and definitely natural. A teardrop-shaped.

Her dark pink nipples peaked and readied.

Lust hijacked me, making my body burned with carnal needs.

“Look who’s rebellious.” My voice grew husky with desire.

A soft moan slipped her lips when I brushed her nipple with my thumb.

“We barely started,” I teased as I cupped her tit with my hand—it fit perfectly. Her skin was soft and warm, yet her breast was firm.

She let out rasps of breaths as I palmed her breast.

My other hand cupped her face while my thumb pressed against her lips. She tentatively parted them for me, and let her tongue peek out and graze against my skin. She opened her heavy lids, shamelessly showing off her lust-filled eyes.

Releasing my hands, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer to me. I crashed my mouth into hers, inhaling in her gasp of shock. The heat radiated through our skin, melting into magma as I felt her lips so soft and tasted the sweetness of her lipstick. She must have coated something with a fruity flavor that women apply on themselves.

I was done playing with her. I needed to fuck her before my brain thought something stupid. If I was with other women, I already came and hard again for another round.

But this woman made me slow down, and I was not liking it a bit because I couldn’t think of anything other than I was mesmerized by her beauty and her eyes.

My muscles vibrated when her lips synced with mine. Her hands wrapped around my waist and nails dug into my flesh. It was quite erotic, and the more she dug in, the more it burned me with the fire of needs.

As I couldn’t take any control anymore, I delved my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, possessing her, and taking control. She tasted so sweet and pure innocent bliss.

Jesus H. Christ!

I could kiss her every fucking second, and it wouldn’t be enough.

I’m already craving for more.

I broke the kiss, trailing kisses on her jaw, down to her long neck. I sucked her skin enough to leave a hickey. I was not into foreplay with women because what they did for a living was to please someone like me, and once I was hard enough, ready to go, and I did it my way. But there was something about this brunette that changed my ground rules of sex with women like them.

My mouth captured her tit, sucking the mound. Her body arched, and her hands found my hair, gripping it in support. I licked her nipple, and the metal was cold against my tongue, sending a zing down my spine.

“I like this piercing.” I captured her nipple, tugging it hard like it might starve me to death if I didn’t do it.

“Oh god!”

“Call me Tyke!”