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sick. But I push all that aside, and once more concentrate on what’s happening here.
    His groans are becoming louder, his fingers digging into my naked flesh as his thrusts intensify, until he eventually explodes. I grip him tight inside me, forcing every last drop out of him, and despite everything I once thought, I really can’t help wondering what it would be like to go bareback with this man. But that just isn’t done. And I know that once I’m back home, in a few hours’ time; when all of this crazy shit is over I’ll start thinking straight again. And be relieved that all I did was wonder.
     
     
    Neal
     
    She’s got the craziest internal muscles. Her grip on my cock is insane! But, Jesus, I’ve not come like that in a long time. This was well worth skipping dinner for.
    I close my eyes and rest my forehead against her shoulder. I need to get my breath back, because I’m not done yet. Hours stretch ahead of us, and I’m gonna make sure I get my money’s worth. Besides, she didn’t come. And, hey, I might be the one paying for this, but I want whoever I’m with to get some benefit, too. Anyway, I need a rest before we go for round two.
    I pull out of her and slide the full-to-bursting condom off, tossing it into the trash can beside the sideboard. And then I look at her; her beautiful face is flushed, her eyes shining, and it makes her look so much younger than she is. When I told her she was beautiful, I meant it.
    ‘That was good.’ I smile, and she smiles back, and I swear my cock is acting all crazy now because it surely can’t be ready to go again so soon.
    ‘It was really good,’ she says, that accent of hers making my skin break out in more goose bumps. And there isn’t a woman who’s been able to do that to me for a long time.
    ‘I need to see you naked, darlin’.’
    She lifts a leg and gently kicks me backwards before sliding down from the sideboard, shimmying out of the undeniably super-sexy dress she’s wearing. And, without me even asking, because this woman is a professional to the very end, she leaves the boots on, boots that could, in all honesty, harden even the most jaded of cocks. But maybe that’s because that’s all she’s wearing. And now I can see that tattoo I’d only gotten a glimpse of in her profile picture. It’s a rose vine tattoo that stretches from the top of her left thigh, snakes up over her hip and waist and finishes up just under one of her spectacular tits. And they’re real, which is my preference. I’m not a fan of fake tits. But, man, that tattoo! I want this woman so freaking bad I can’t get my fucked-up head around it.
    ‘Your move, Mr Cannon.’
    I grin, quite widely, because I’m having a blast so far. ‘Come here.’
    She saunters over to me, and I watch her every move, every sway of those perfect hips and I know now why she’s so expensive. That body doesn’t come cheap, and I don’t care. She’s worth every cent. I’d pay over six hundred pounds just to look at her tits for five hours.
    I catch her waist and pull her naked body against my still-clothed one, and she submits, like a beautiful rag doll in my arms. ‘I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll scream this fucking place down,’ I murmur, my mouth resting against hers, and I drink in her tiny moans of pleasure. And they’re real, I know they are. I’ve been around women like this enough times to know when they’re faking it, and when they’re really feeling it. The latter doesn’t happen all that often, but this time it’s real. ‘You got that, baby?’
    She nods, playing the game just the way I like it. I’m not stupid or naïve enough to think I’m really the one in control here. She holds all the power, but she also knows when to let me think I’m leading the way.
    ‘Lie down.’
    I want her on that bed with her legs wide open; I want to see it all. And she knows that, and like a good girl she steps out of my arms and lowers herself onto the bed, stretching