in excitement, grinding her pussy against her hand. She knew she wouldn’t need to wait long until she was a whimpering mess on the bed.
A buzz caught her eye as she neared the finish line. Come for me. Get that pussy ready for my cock to slam into it all night.
She closed her eyes and cried out as she lost control, bucking into her hand as she came hard. Afterwards, she fell back onto the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath as the tingling sensation ran up and down her body.
Feeling the wetness on the inside of her thighs, she grabbed her phone and snapped several more pictures. The overhead light made the liquid sparkle slightly, very clearly showing off what she’d done. She sent the photos to Ryan, captioning them with “ your wish is my command ."
He quickly replied. If you think that was good, then you better get ready for tonight. Be there in ten.
Chloe smiled and got up to compose herself. Ryan was already proving to be a favorite new client, and he hadn't even touched her yet. If his cock was half as good as his talk, then she expected a fantastic night.
She was able to fix her hair and apply another coat of lipstick by the time she heard a short, sharp rap on the door. Her heart fluttered slightly, and she made her way to the entrance.
It was showtime.
2
C hloe opened the hotel door , finding herself face to face with Ryan. He was tall with dark, closely cropped hair, and deep brown eyes that burned a hole in her soul as soon as their gazes locked. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a black skinny tie, all of which was expensively tailored and well fit. Chloe sucked in her breath when she saw him - he was gorgeous.
"Hello, beautiful. I got here as soon as I could," he said, looking her up and down hungrily. "You are stunning."
Chloe took in his wide shoulders, thick legs, and the way his suit was clinging to his muscled arms. "You could say the same for yourself."
A movement caught her eye, and she turned to find another man standing in the hallway as well. This man had a leaner build, like a runner. His teased blonde hair was swept to the side, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking back and forth between the men in confusion.
"I'm Jax. I was hoping I could join your little party tonight, if that was ok with you. Ryan told me you might have room for three." Jax gave her a roguish smile, which had no doubt won over countless ladies before.
"Come in from the hall. I think we need to talk," Chloe said sternly, gesturing both men inside. Once they were in the living room, she quickly shut the suite's door and turned to face Ryan with arms folded tightly across her chest. "When we discussed the rules and payment, only one person was mentioned. I don't like being surprised at the last minute, and honestly, I feel like you are trying to con me here. I should just call the whole thing off."
"Shh, please wait. I know it's a bit of a surprise, and I'm sorry." Ryan ran a hand down her arm, looking at her beseechingly. "Jax learned rather last minute about my plans tonight, and I didn't have time to hash everything out with you beforehand. When he offered to join, I knew it could fulfill one of my biggest fantasies and bring you a new client too. I should have asked, but I was hoping you'd just see it a bonus."
Jax broke in eagerly. "I will gladly pay extra, too. Please don't turn me away; now that I've seen how gorgeous you are, I don't want to go downstairs and wank myself off in my parking spot. I might get arrested for indecent exposure, and I'm sure you'd feel terrible.” He shot her a small grin, letting her know he was kidding. Mostly.
Chloe sighed and looked over both men. She didn't like being blind-sided, and a bit of anger was still brewing in her stomach about that. However, she couldn't deny that having two ridiculously handsome men in her bed that night wouldn't be the worst fate in the world. Especially when it meant twice the normal
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