balls deep inside of her, he began to rut like an animal in heat. He slammed into her relentlessly, his grip on her hips so hard Chloe was sure she'd find bruises the next day.
She didn't care, though. The fucking she was receiving erased anything from her mind except the need for more. More. She could only hold onto the edge of the tub, arch her back, and beg for it.
"That's right, fuck me hard," she cried out, egging him on. "Give me more of that big dick."
Ryan roared and dug his fingers deeper into her curves. He picked up speed, his cock slamming so deep into her that she was sure he'd come out of her throat. She had never been so fiercely impaled, and she loved it.
"I'm going to cum in your cunt," he growled at last, lifting one hand up to spank her. “I paid for it, and now I’m going to use it and mark it all over.”
The slap on her ass made her pussy tighten around his cock, and the sensation sent Ryan over the edge. He grunted as he pulled himself out of her, covering her ass and back with thick ropes of cum. Her white plush skin was soon sticky with his seed, and she could only slump to the floor, too breathless to move.
She continued to lay there, even as the men quickly washed up and got dressed. Her arms were exhausted from holding herself up, and her pussy was so well used that she couldn't summon the energy to stand up. By the time Jax and Ryan came back into the bathroom, dressed in their suits, she was on the floor still, letting the cool tile press against her tired, throbbing pussy.
"You were worth every penny," Jax said as he stood over her. He pulled a stack of cash out of his pocket and let it drop around her.
Ryan followed by throwing another wad of money at her feet. "You are the sexiest whore I've ever fucked. I’ll call you soon about another round,” he growled, before turning and walking out without a backward glance.
Chloe whimpered in satisfaction after the men left. She had gotten paid; that was true. But she had also had the best sex of her life.
5
C hloe pulled her white BMW into a curved, paved driveway, and cut the engine. She sighed and stretched her tired back. It was good to be home after a long night of work. Well, perhaps it hadn't been ‘work’. But it certainly had some very long and hard elements to it.
She carefully got out of the car, fixing her skirt and hair briefly. Her neighborhood hosted large homes and busybody neighbors. In particular, Mrs. Featherbrew from across the street was no doubt pressed against the kitchen windows, binoculars in hand. The last thing Chloe wanted to do was give the old batty woman any fuel for her gossip mill.
Once she felt at least somewhat presentable, Chloe grabbed her purse and shut the car door. She quickly walked up the pathway to the front of her house. It was a large grey Georgian building, with a dark roof and white shutters. It had an impeccably trimmed rose garden in the front, and Chloe paused in front of a bush to pick a single pink flower. She smelled it deeply and smiled to herself as she went inside.
"I'm home," she called, kicking off her heels in the foyer.
"I'm in the kitchen. I hope you are ready for some eggs," came a deep, honeyed voice from the back of the house.
Chloe followed the delicious scent of toast and coffee, soon finding herself in her bright, warm kitchen. A tall, dark-haired man stood at the stove, his back to the doorway.
"I thought you'd be hungry after your business trip, so I wanted to surprise you," he said over his shoulder.
"You are too sweet," Chloe sighed happily, slipping onto one of the stools lining the breakfast bar.
"Was the drive home ok?"
"Yeah, it went very quick. Although I have to admit, I'm pretty tired."
"Your meeting wore you out?"
Chloe smiled to herself naughtily. "The negotiations were very hard . I had two eager clients, and we just went back and forth over and over again on the details of the deal. I really felt like they were ganging up on me at