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Reaching up and placing my hands upon his stomach, I could feel his body beginning to vibrate from my technique. It was all of the approval I needed to know that it was so far, so good. I tried to take him in as much as I could. His length was massive. The veins of his cock rubbed against my teeth and when I lowered myself down onto his hilt, his tip tickled my throat. I was forced to pull myself off to avoid gagging completely. When I did, I immediately sucked in a deep breath. My mouth hung open while lines of my spit extended from my chin to his length.

When I looked into his eyes, the desire continued to burn in them. It was as if I was looking at the reflection of the fireplace behind me. Sensing his growing desire, I stood up and lowered the straps of my dress. He sat there and watched me while I pushed the tight black outfit down past the rest of my body and to the ground. I kicked it to the side and dressed in nothing but my underwear, I seductively urged him to imagine all of the naughty things we were about to do to one another.

Thomas didn’t take his eyes off of me, as it should have been. This was his own little private show and I was the performer he had hired for tonight. I unhooked my bra and cupped my breasts as it fell down to the floor. I raised one of my eyebrows and turned my back to him. I let him get a good look at my bare back as I wrapped my hands around myself.

There’s a difference between seeing someone in their underwear and seeing them nude. He would eventually see what I was hiding behind my bra but there was no need to hurry. I wanted to tease him and let his curiosity and imagination take control, even for just a moment. My breasts, along with the rest of my body, were his tonight.

Thomas finally decided to take some initiative to unwrap the rest of his present. He leaned forward and I felt his thumbs push their way inside my panties. He peeled my panties down my legs and I bent over to give him a good look at the grand prize. I didn’t think there could be any more desire in his eyes. Before I could even turn around to show him the rest of me, he leaned forward and press his mouth against my ass. I gasped and closed my eyes as I felt his tongue against my soft flesh.

The way Thomas worked his mouth was masterful. He used his mouth and lips in a way that left no part of my skin untouched. My hips instinctively started to move closer to him. I pushed my ass into his face and he complied. Eventually, he worked his way down between my legs and his tongue entered me. Another gasp escaped from my lips and I pushed up against him even harder.

Slowly, we both started to lean back in his sofa. Unable to take my own growing desire, I turned around to give him better access. In my heels, I climbed up onto the sofa and lowered myself onto his mouth. Thomas worked his tongue in and around me with a deftness that made me gush. I felt his tongue press against my clitoris and I nearly folded over. I reached down and gripped his perfectly groomed hair between my fingers. For a moment, I regretted messing up his look but I figured that it was only going to get worse from this point on. You don’t fall down a roller coaster without the wind blowing through your hair. Tonight, I was going to make him look like a tornado hit him.

Thomas’s desire continued to grow. He stood up from the sofa and I finally undug my heels from it. Standing in front of him, he kicked his pants away from his ankles and now we were both nude except for a pair of heels and socks.

“How do you want me?” I whispered to him. “You want to fuck me in my heels? Or do you want to make love to me completely nude in front of the flames?”

Still, he didn’t speak. We both lowered ourselves onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. Below, I could feel him beginning to take my heels off of me. He took his socks off and the moment had finally come. We were both consumed with a passion that wouldn’t be stopped. There’s only one place left to go from here.

Laying on my back, I looked up at him while he positioned himself between my legs. I continued to marvel at the rigidness of his body. Spreading myself wide for him, I felt the tip press up against my entrance. I bit my bottom lip but the moan still squeezed through. He gripped my hips and started to push himself inside of me.

As his length pushed into me, the air in my lungs was pushed out. I gasped deeply from the sensations. My eyes closed and I tilted my head back. Thomas filled me up to the hilt, burying himself deep within me. With his hands on my waist, he proceeded to drive himself into me. The pleasure escaped from my mouth in some sloppy combination of moans and breaths.

“Mr. Livingston…”

I urged him to continue doing what he was doing. He complied by beginning to drive himself into me even harder. He built a fast and steady rhythm. I felt my whole body shaking as he impaled me. My breasts bounced on my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. Even though I was laying on my back, I worked hard to try and give Thomas the satisfaction that he craved from me.

But Thomas truly was working much harder than I was. He leaned down close to me and I wrapped my legs around his back. I reached up to grab his arms and felt the strength of his triceps as he held himself up. Our tongues intertwined once again. We moaned into one another’s mouths. My mind was slowly beginning to grow dim. The pleasure was overloading the rest of my senses and I wasn’t thinking anymore.

The desire was emanating from Thomas. His sweat dripped down onto my body. He pressed himself up against me as another reminder of just how muscular he was. His scent was intoxicating. The sound of his hilt bouncing against my skin grew louder. He was pounding me so hard that I could feel the friction stimulating me.

“Mr. Livingston…”

My moan was throaty and dry. When he wasn’t kissing me, my mouth hung open from the way he fucked me. I wrapped my arms around him and his back was not an exception to the rest of his muscles. Everything about him was perfect. From the way he gazed at me with an intense focus to the feeling of his body pushing against me to his length as it pressed against my walls. I was being consumed entirely by Thomas Livingston on the carpet of his hotel suite. If this is what it was like to be eaten alive, I wanted Thomas to savor every bite of me.

“Mr. Livingston… C-come…”

I could barely get the words out. My throat was so dry and I was sweating. The pleasure was clouding my mind and I could no longer focus on anything but the way he felt.

“C-come… I want you to… Mmm… I want you to come… with me…”

It was rare that a man managed to make me feel like this. I didn’t think about all of the circumstances or why it was happening. I knew what was happening and it was real. I was on the verge of a climax that a client had never given to me before.

“Mr. Livingston… you’re gonna… Uhhh… You’re gonna make me—Ahhh!”

Thomas pushed me over the edge before I could even finish. My body folded underneath him, shuddering with each contraction from my climax. My mind was blank from the orgasm. My muscles instinctively took over. I wrapped my legs and arms around him tight to bring him closer to me. I braced myself as the orgasm washed over me in violent tremors that shot from between my legs and spread throughout my body.

I tightened myself around his length and with a loud grunt, Thomas joined me in orgasmic bliss. I felt him twitching deep within me as he spilled his seed. I was already wet but with each pulse, he filled me up and soaked me even more. I held onto him tight as his hard body jerked against me. His muscles hardened and he held himself inside of me.

With one final grunt, his ejaculation ended. He slowly pulled out of me and I tightened myself around him to squeeze every last drop out.

My mind was in a daze and cloudy. I barely managed to sit up. My body was covered in both our sweat. My chest heaved as my lungs tried to take in air. And sitting there next to me, there was Thomas with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Finally beginning to regain my senses, I realized what had happened. I came when he did. I enjoyed pleasing my clients. But I never got the actual kind of physical pleasure that Thomas just put me through. I didn’t remember the last time a man had actually given me an orgasm. And when I looked into Thomas’s eyes, there was something that told me he knew. The smirk on his face wasn’t satisfaction from anything I did to him. No, it was from what he did to me.

I was a bit dumbfounded as I sat there next to him, unable to figure out what to say next to him. I shook my head to try and regain my senses. Thomas stood up and then offered his hand to me. After he picked me up off of the ground, he led me into one of the other rooms, where the luxurious bed matched the rest of the luxurious suite.

“Are these accommodations adequate for the rest of the night?”

“I suppose they’ll do, Mr. Livingston.”

I grinned at him and he leaned to kiss me once again. As we made our way to the bed, I suddenly found myself not wanting this night to end. Staying up all night with Thomas was the only way I could I make it last as long as possible.

Chapter 4

Thomas laid content and half-conscious in the bed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My wig had been nearly ripped off in an orgasmic frenzy. My face was mess of mascara, lipstick and sweat.

Despite Thomas’s seemingly satisfied facade, the rest of his body had no intention of going quietly into the night. He ran like this was a sprint but kept going like it was a marathon. Only now did I get a moment to myself to catch my breath and return to some sense of normalcy to the bliss that only an Angel like myself could bring.

Thomas was doing everything he could to outdo any client I’d ever had. He already did that by packing my purse to the brim. He kept going when he brought me to the most luxurious hotel in the city. And he didn’t stop when he made me cry an orgasm just paces away from his fireplace. But just when I thought I had figured him out, we wrestled one another in a tangled mess of lust on his bed.

I leaned over the sink and splashed the running water over my face to try to get me to relax. I wondered if Thomas had any intention of letting me sleep tonight and if he really did want the entire night.

I looked out of the window of the bathroom and it was still dark. Deciding that the water of the sink wasn’t enough, I peeled my wig back and placed it upon the bathroom counter. I stepped into the shower and let the cold water wash over me. A deep sigh of relief escaped from my lips as the sweat washed away from my body.

It was hard to put everything that had just happened into words. It was the first time in a long time I was in a genuinely good mood. I saw Thomas’s limo pulling up and closed my eyes in the hopes that he would see me and bring me into a dream world. And then it happened. I was living the dream that I had imagined before I’d even seen him. Thomas was…

I stopped myself from thinking any further. Suddenly realizing I was becoming somewhat enamored with him, I shook the thoughts of Thomas out of my head even though he laid in the room next to me, dormant for the moment.

“Just enjoy the moment,” I muttered to myself. “Don’t get carried away.”

I couldn’t allow myself to think of Thomas as anything more than a client. This was a business. Just as I couldn’t let every client fall for me, I couldn’t do the same for him. Still, there was curiosity inside of me that wondered what it would be like if Thomas was something more than just a client. It was a stupid thought, despite its intentions on sticking inside of my head.

When I stepped out of the shower, I felt the sex and the lust and orgasms go away with the towel I dried myself off with. I looked in the mirror and the Angel that Thomas had grown intimately familiar with was gone. I was back to the plain brunette that I was born as, my long hair extending down past my shoulders.

Looking down at the mess of a wig sitting on the counter, I picked it up and wondered if Thomas would think any differently of me if I had changed. Redheads were rare. Perhaps he picked me out because he wanted to enjoy the fantasy of sleeping with the rarest kind of woman there was. As I thought about whether or not Thomas wanted to see what I really looked like, again I pushed the thoughts out of my head that wanted me to believe that Thomas was more than just a client.

Exhausted and drained, I left the wig where it was and re-entered the bedroom. Thomas laid peacefully underneath the sheets. His chest bobbed up and down as he took slow breaths. His body sank into the mattress like he was floating on a cloud. It was a gorgeous sight. A hunk of a man just waiting for me to accompany him again.

I climbed into the bed and laid next to him. Underneath the sheets, I felt the heat of his body emanating from him. He was still awake. I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling. I craved more of him. I leaned in closer to him and kissed him on the cheek to let him know of my intentions.

I reached underneath the sheets in search of what controlled him and quickly found it. I gripped him softly and whispered into his ear.

“You have the entire night with me. And the night is still young…”

His eyes closed, he turned toward me and grinned with satisfaction.

“You’re amazing,” he said to me. “But I have to be selfish.”

“Selfish? This is your time, Mr. Livingston. You can have it any way you like it.”

“The way I’d like it is how it is right now. No difference. I’d prefer just to lay here in peace with you, Angel.”

“If that’s what you desire…”

“It is.”

His cock no longer as firm as it had been this entire night, I pulled my hand away from him and sighed a deep breath. I laid on the pillow next to him and watched him as he laid there in peace.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked me.

“What?”

“What are you thinking about?” he repeated.

“I… I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Surely, you must be thinking of something, Angel. You’re not just laying there without a single thought in your head.”

Thomas continued to lay there with his eyes closed, half-conscious while he asked me a question I wasn’t sure there was an answer to.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I’m just thinking about… tonight.”