Pure Filth (Standalone)
Rule one: No sex without a condom
Rule two: No sleeping together
Rule three: No kissing on the lips
They were the three simple rules that James lived by as an escort. He owned Pure Filth, the escort service that guaranteed men and women satisfaction. Then she made an appointment and everything changed.
Being a virgin at twenty-five was not Haley’s intention, but she didn’t trust men. Her drunken friend’s suggestion has Haley making an appointment.
One night with his rules broken, James can’t get enough. He offers Haley the chance to experience everything she has missed out on. All she has to do is give herself to him.
What starts out as an adventure soon has both of their hearts on the line. Can Haley get over his career? Can James give up the life that he has built up for the only woman he’s ever loved?
Be Warned: public exhibition
“Open those lips for me.”
She did as he ordered without a second thought. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, making her very much aware of the whole of him. Dropping her hands to her sides, she reached out to touch him. She held onto his sides, wishing she had the courage to explore him.
Her inexperience showed through as he ravaged her mouth. There was nothing more for her to do other than accept his kiss. He bit her bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but enough for her to moan.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking back at her. “I can’t wait to get you alone in a room to fuck.”
Nodding her head, she gasped as the elevator pinged. She couldn’t remember the ride up to whatever floor he’d picked. How long had they been kissing? Her lips were tender from his kiss.
She followed him out of the elevator without a fight. He squeezed her hand. Was he offering her comfort? The kiss in the elevator was that part of his act?
None of it made sense.
You’re paying him for this role.
He pressed the key-card into the lock, and the door opened. James didn’t speak as he tugged her into the room. She didn’t say a word as the door closed, and he flicked on a light. The curtains were already drawn, leaving them alone and in private. She liked privacy.
Stepping into the hotel room, she closed her eyes when he wrapped his arms around her waist. His breath across her neck brought goosebumps erupting all over her flesh. Her pussy was slick, soaking wet just from the kiss. She’d never been so aroused in her life.
His hands moved down, and she opened her eyes staring across the hotel room. She zeroed in on the large bed, and heat spilled from her legs.
“Are you ready for me?” He pulled her dress up exposing her legs.
“Yes,” she said. No, she wasn’t ready. There were so many questions she had, but she didn’t dare tell him the truth of why she’d decided to lose her virginity to a complete stranger she’d paid for the night.
No one knew where she was, not even Clara. Fingers stroked up the inside of her thigh cutting off all of her thoughts about her friend. “Shall we see how ready you are?” He cupped her through her panties. She wore her simple black lingerie so nothing would show through the dress. “I can feel how wet you really are, baby. Your panties are soaked. Do you want my cock in this little pussy?”
She nodded her head.
He nudged her toward the bedroom. This was it. She was going to lose her virginity.