Page 45 of Born Evil
This is an unexpected ending to a day that has been more surprising than most. Despite everything that has happened today, this is the ultimate shock.
Why do I want this man so much when my head is telling me to approach with caution?
I don’t belong with a man like him. He will chew me up and spit me out—literally and Oscar Callahan will seem like an angel in comparison. I may never recover from my path crossing this man’s and yet I couldn’t have said no if I tried. I want this—him, more than anything and as I stand legs apart on his terrace with his face pressed deep in my pussy, I ignore the warning signs and give in to the pleasure it appears that my body craves.
Out here I am free. Who is Laura Kincaid, anyway? Certainly not the woman I thought she was. I am reinventing myself as a cool, detached female of wild abandon. I take risks and to hell with the consequences. I am brave and fearless. I overstep my own boundaries and kick them into touch on the highest heels that I could wear all day comfortably. This is me and I feel empowered, as I am worshipped like a goddess by the man at my feet.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold on tight as he causes my body to shake and experience pleasure it always considered a myth before.
It’s as if I’m dancing in the clouds as I experience sensations that are alien to me. This is what it’s like when a professional steps up and takes charge. My previous sexual encounters were with boys, whereas Troy is all man.
As my mind detaches from my body, I allow him full control and just when I reach the edge, he pulls away, so I don’t fall. It’s a delicious frustration that shocks my body into auto and as he stands, I fall against him with an eagerness that doesn’t escape me.
We kiss and I can taste my arousal on his tongue, loving how he now owns a small part of me. My hands reach down to his belt, and I unfasten it with a brazen determination that surprises me.
I’m not this confident woman, or should I say, I am now, and as his pants drop to the floor, I head down with them.
This time I repay the favor and grasp his huge cock in my hands with the reverence he deserves. It’s soft and rather magnificent and I take a moment to caress it, enjoying the smooth shaft that is probably too big for me.
His gentle hiss spurs me on and I open my mouth and enjoy the sensation as it slides in, filling every part of me, tasting of wicked sin and bad decisions.
Fuck any principles I may have had. I want this. I wanthimand if this contract ends tomorrow, at least we had this.
He hits the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. Instead, I start to suck, loving the groan of pleasure that escapes from the man filling me so wickedly.
I cup his balls and rotate them slowly, his tortured groan the best sound he could make. I want him to remember me. To know I am capable of giving him so much pleasure because I’m notstupid enough to think I’m the first woman on her knees on this terrace before him.
If anything, I love knowing I’m one of a line. It takes the pressure off, and I shift my mindset to paid professional. That’s what I am, surely. He is paying me for my services and, far from being ashamed about that, I’m proud. Look at me now, Antigoni Matthews. Cock sucking a billionaire when all you could manage was half of the football team in college. Who are you dismissing now?
I love my new alter ego. She is bold, racy, and depraved, and I never knew it could be so much fun.
Troy swells in my mouth and pushes in deeper, and I accept him with an enthusiasm I never knew I had.
I am controlling the master and one touch, one suck and one flick of his balls will make him mine.
I want him to come apart inside my mouth. To feel his salty cum trickling down my throat, knowing I have claimed a piece of his soul. I suck harder, faster and squeeze his balls, digging my nails in, causing him to curse and shoot so hard it takes me by surprise.
“Fuck!” His rough growl makes me smile and I relish swallowing what I set out to achieve. I own him. He is now a part of me, and I got there first.
He reaches down and pulls me flush against him, his sexy eyes darkening to a deepening storm.
He fists my hair and holds my head in place as he tastes himself this time as he devours my mouth. It’s an invasion, a declaration of war and I am drowning in everything Troy Remington. There is nothing else but him and I would do anything in this moment for a fix of him.
He pulls away and spins me around to face the city, pushing me against the Perspex that prevents us from plunging to asudden death. He kicks my legs apart and tears off my panties like a warrior claiming his victim.
He growls against my ear, “It’s time to bend you over, Miss Kincaid.”
My breath is fast and my heart racing as my dream becomes a reality and he pushes his cock that took as long as a pit stop on the formula one grid to recharge, ready to go again at breath-taking speed.
I hear the tear of a packet and wonder why it took so little time for my principles to desert me and he presses down on my back, forcing me to face the city below and plunges inside me so sharply, deeply and fulfilling from behind.
It’s as if I am being claimed by a vicious devil as he powers through my body as if it belongs to him now. My breasts rub against the lace as they slap against the Perspex. My legs shake as he thrusts harder and deeper and my vision blurs as my mind backs away and leaves.
“Oh God.” I cry out as he presses his thumb on my clit, the sensation of falling even greater now. I am spiralling into the abyss as I struggle to sort the emotions flooding my body. It’s as if I no longer control any part of me. He does.
He is punishing me and yet rewarding me at the same time. With every thrust, he tightens his hold on my hair and uses me to fulfill his own desires. I am a vessel, a hole to fill, and that is strangely liberating. I owe him nothing at all. This is what it is, a contract, a job offer, and a promise. I am Troy Remington’s paid girlfriend, and this is what we do. I want to shout it from the top of this skyscraper as we fuck in full view of the heavens.
As he hits the spot inside me that has done a good job of hiding all these years, I swear I see a meteorite fall to earth as a bright light explodes before my eyes. I scream so hard it’s carries away by a passing breeze and I hear it echo among the stars.