Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to put me up like that,” I say. “I was supposed to be bunking up with you for a few days. I don’t want to impose on your generosity like a needy cow.”
“You won’t be.” His eyes sparkle. “You’re so very welcome here.”
“Thank you.” I rest my head on his shoulder. “I hope I get the chance to repay some of these tit for tats one day.”
“I’m sure you will.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes, and I feel myself returning to normal. Kind of. I’ve learnt to bounce back from rejection and deception pretty well through my time in London. I’ll add one more feather to my confidence cap.
I’m done with Richard Jacobs, and feeling like trash, and I’m done with the hurt and the pain of losing an apartment of my dreams. Who cares, really? It’s just an apartment, and a dirty old man in charge of renting it out. There are way more important things in life. And one of them is Josh. It’s not even on the same scale.
“Talking of tit for tat,” I say. “Before I threw myself in here, crying my eyes out, I was pretty excited to hear what you’d been up to last night.”
“Pacing around waiting for you to get back from Daddy’s, you mean? It wasn’t exactly riveting.” He laughs, knowing full well what I really mean. “You want to know about the guy I played around with last night? How much do you want to hear about it?”
His mood is so calm and supportive, which I really appreciate, but a switch has been flicked in me. I want Josh to fuck Daddy right out of me, and fuck the shit about Richard Jacobs out of me, too.
I want flesh.
I want lust.
I want Josh.
“Every tiny detail,” I tell my boyfriend, and then I shrug my blazer off, sinking into the headspace of now.
“That’s good to hear, since it’s a big fucking tit for tat on my part. I want to know what my princess has been up to with filthy strangers.”
He tugs his t-shirt off over his head, and I get the full glorious sight of his muscular torso. His abs are so ripped, it’s insane.
“You go first,” I say. “Tell me about your silver fox, and then I’ll tell you about mine.”
“Gladly,” he says, unzips his pants and frees his cock.
My pussy sings at the sight of it.
“The guy I fucked last night is crazy for eating ass.” He says, working his cock. “The dirtier, the better. You could call him a very, very dirty daddy, and he keeps on getting dirtier. He’s the kind of client who wants to push it further every time. And last night, he wanted more than usual. He wanted my ass in his face for hours and his tongue buried deep, lubing me up with a whole load of spit to take a decent plunging. He’s a cock and a toy at once, kind of guy. Straight up anal doesn’t do enough for him. Neither giving, nor taking. Not anymore. Give it a few more years, and who the fuck knows what he’s going to want from me. He’s getting himself ready for it.”
“What do you think he’s going to be wanting?”
Josh looks me right in the eyes, trying to scope me out.
“Come on,” I say. “I don’t want to be wrapped in cotton wool. I want the gory details. I want to know what it really takes to be a hardcorer.”
“He’ll want me to build him up all night long, until I manage to get two whole fucking hands in his asshole. I used to be so nervous of hurting people when I started, but now I know the game, it’s really not so bad. Just pure fucking filth on a platter.”
“You’ve put two whole fists in someone’s ass?”
He nods. “Quite a few times. Just not with this client. He’s still a double dick player, edging up to fisting. He’s got a long way to go.”
“And what about him? Will he want to do the same to you? Will he want to double fist you?”
“Yes. Maybe in alternation.”
My eyes widen. “Will you give it to him?”
“Most likely.” Josh’s eyes are so filthy as he loosens his belt and shoves his pants down. “It’s all going to happen at some point, the goalposts are always moving, little by little, a piece at a time. So, when it does, I’ll eat it up, whatever he wants, and make sure it’s worth every penny. He’s a big payer.”
My breaths turn shallow, because Josh’s words strike a chord. That’s what I want to be like. I want to be a girl who eats it up for her clients and makes it worth every penny.
And then come home to my boyfriend in the aftermath…
All thoughts of jealousy and reservation are out of the window when Josh squeezes the base of his cock and the veins darken. It’s magnetic, drawing my eyes like it’s a wonder. I lean back against the sofa and hoist my legs up, showing Josh my white cotton panties, still dirty from Daddy.