Ghostface Killer(11)

"Why on fucking Earth does a woman like you need to pay for sex?" He rips open the button of my jeans and shoves his hand into my pants.

"Cleaner," I pant as he fingers me.

"Nothing about this is clean," he jokes as I ride his hand.

I bite his bottom lip and tug hard. "Then let's make it worthwhile and get really dirty."

"I'm all for that." He nips back at my lips before shoving my pants and underwear down. This is the best part. Right before. The buildup. The anticipation. Like I'm climbing the rails of a filthy roller coaster. I just want to be used.

Valentino fingers me faster, the sound of my arousal mashing against his hand.

"Fuck, you're wet, baby. So damn wet." He looks down at my exposed pussy, all bare and slick, and nearly salivates.

"So what the fuck are you going to do about it?" My heart is pounding and so is my core. I want to come. I want to scream. I want to release all the pent-up frustration and energy spinning inside me.

Valentino withdraws his hand and whirls me around, slamming my face against the wall. I fucking love it. Not many men are rough, but this guy knows just how to handle me.

"I'm going to do what you paid for," he rasps in my ear. "Put your hands over your head."

I lift my hands and rest my cheek against the cold tile wall. The music from the club is muted in the bathroom and periodically women come and go, talking and giggling and flushing the toilets. It's all white noise to me as Valentino helps me escape. As he runs his hands along my naked hips and squeezes my ass cheeks.

"Fuck, I want you."

"What are you waiting for then?" I jut my ass out and feel his rigid erection through his jeans.

"Just taking a second to let the client know their business is appreciated." He skims his fingertips over my abs, tracing the cuts of my six pack and exploring all the peaks and valleys.

Claudia is going to have to find out where her aunt found this one. Because I'll be ordering again.




 

 

"Come on," I urge him seductively.

"How can I deny a sexy plea like that?" I hear the zipper of his jeans, and I peek behind me. I watch out of the corner of my eye as he lowers his pants, pulls a condom out of the pocket of his leather jacket, and rolls it on. He's going to fuck me just like that. Fully clothed, while I'm half-naked. I tingle all over.

Use me.

Valentino grips my hips and yanks, forcing me to bend over. "Look at the wall and fucking moan." He nudges the head of his cock against my wet entrance, teasing me. "I said moan." He doesn't penetrate me until the sound of my suffering escapes my lips. My moans elevate as he sinks inside me, as if he knows expressing the sound will heighten the feel. I think it does, because my pussy throbs around him immediately. The sweet agony of an orgasm coming on all at once.

"Fuck." I scratch at the wall as he sternly pumps in and out. My pussy clenching his cock brutally from the force of his pelvis and stress of his unyielding strokes. I roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until we're both heaving and the deadly kiss of my climax ensnares us both.

I cry out shamelessly as I come, not giving two shit who hears us. Valentino matches my outburst, the two of us using each other to pulverize our orgasms into dust.

Shit, I needed that. I lean against the wall, still bent over with Valentino inside me, until I catch my breath. Until we both catch our breath.

"Jesus." Valentino finally pulls out and rests against the stall door. I right myself, pulling up my pants and zippering my hoodie as he discards the condom and closes his fly.

"The rest of the money will be deposited by the time you leave the club." I fluff my hair and smooth my clothes before I try and exit the stall.

"Hey." He blocks me, laying his hands on my arms. "What do you say we forget the payment and you just give me your number?"

I suppress a smile as I gaze at his handsome face. I'm such a sucker for pretty green eyes.

"You asked me why I pay for sex." I grab just below the collar of his leather jacket. "I'm not really the relationship type of girl. My life is messy, and this is clean."

"I think I just proved I don't mind getting dirty."

"You definitely did. No number, but maybe a repeat customer." I press a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I really want to see you again," he pushes the issue.

"This wasn't a date," I remind him.

"A guy can dream."

"I'm flattered." I unlock the stall. "But I have to go." I slip by him and leave him to fend for himself.

I exit the bathroom like a dead weight has been lifted off me. I know the feeling won't last long, so I'll enjoy it while I can.