“Oh, yeah, you know I want that.” He used the wall as a balance as he pulled out and thrust back in hard, making her whole body jump with the thrill of him filling her up again.
Over and over again he slammed inside, his cock rubbing all the right places. She was so primed, her every sense attuned to him. The orgasm built, a cannon threatening to go off. The whole time he pounded his cock inside, he kissed her. His tongue fucked into her mouth in synch with his cock as though he needed to be as intimate as he could. Their tongues slid together in a silky dance. She felt his hands on the globes of her ass, one of them seeking entry there, too. A finger pressed against her asshole, rimming her lightly and forcing the tip inside. She shivered at the dark sensation.
“I want everything, Eve,” he whispered against her mouth. “I won’t leave an inch of this gorgeous body untouched. I love this body. I loved it when you were heavier, and I still love it now. I love it scarred or perfect. I love it because this skin and bones houses your soul. There is nothing ugly about it. I don’t care what he did. This is mine. Mine.”
She let her nails sink into his shoulders as he hit the perfect place inside, and she went flying.
Alex fucked deep again, and he shuddered as he spilled his semen inside. His finger slipped back out of her ass, but she knew he wouldn’t wait long to take her there now that he’d been let off the leash. He would give her everything he’d promised, total possession. He pressed in for what felt like a pleasant eternity before gently letting her down. He kissed her again, his hand reaching for the soap.
“I’m a pussy Dom. Don’t tell Ian. Tell him how rough I was on you, angel.” He cleaned off his hands before he started methodically washing her flesh, his hands stroking over her.
She felt weak, stretched and sore. He hadn’t exactly been tender, but it had been so good to be close to him, to feel his passion and not his guilt.
“I won’t tell.” She ran her hand across his scalp, her eyes closing as he got to his knees and started cleaning her pussy.
“That’s my sweet pet.”
She whispered his name as he dumped the soap and started cleaning her with his tongue.
Eve let everything slip away as she lost herself for the first time in years. She was with Alex, and that was all that mattered.
Jesse slipped back out of the locker room, looking around to see if that busybody Kristen had followed him. She seemed to always be around these days. He couldn’t have her following him on this errand. He’d set two of the cocktail waitresses on her fifteen minutes before. Sometimes a little chaos was called for. It had been easy. He’d just made up a little rumor that one of the girls was keeping tips from the pool and the rest of them had been all over Kristen.
The cook dude had been yelling at some of the men in the kitchen about proper cooking techniques for lamb and Jesse had managed to slip into the hallway when he should have been enjoying the luncheon. Someone needed to talk to that big blond guy about the fact that the word “beets” and “enjoy” did not belong in the same sentence. He didn’t get why they had fired Big Mike. Sure his burgers were a little on the raw side, but at least he hadn’t served beets.
Master A had locked the door to the women’s locker room, but Jesse had learned long ago that a simple lock couldn’t keep him out. A couple of seconds with a pick and a torque wrench and he was in. He had his story all planned out if he got caught. Someone had come by and complained that the locker room was inaccessible. He was just helping out one of the girls.
He hadn’t needed a story. Those two weren’t about to notice him. He’d followed them hoping he could overhear something, anything that he could tell his boss. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
He clutched at his cell phone as he relocked the door and made his way down the hall.
Azure stopped him, her body barely contained in a tiny skirt and a too-tight T-shirt. “Hey, Jesse. Kris is looking for you. And what’s with all the VIPs? Chazz said I had to work after hours. What does that mean?”
It meant she would end up fucking one of those men who were here, no doubt. Chazz viewed all the women with the exception of Kristen as convenient whores. But all he could do was shrug. “No idea. Maybe you should tell him you’re sick.”
She frowned and looked far older than her twenty-two years. “Nah, they look like they have money.”
Most of the girls who worked here came from the streets. They saw money as a way out. They couldn’t imagine that the streets of Hell were definitely paved with gold. And it wasn’t his job to correct her. “I’m sure they do. I gotta run an errand. Tell Kris I’ll be back later.”
He had a call to make. And he wanted to put himself as far away from that couple in the shower as he could get.