MORE THAN HE PAID FOR

Chapter 4: Cora

I stroke through his hair for a moment, keeping him just out of reach. “Be good,” I whisper and finally press him close enough to seize a n****e with his lips.

He latches so eagerly it sends a shudder of need down my spine. My p***y is soaking at how his hot, eager mouth instantly laps and sucks. I look down at the sight of his face, focused, busy worshipping my breasts and feel my knees tremble.

“Yes…” whimpers out of me. Ash snakes his other hand around my back and pulls me a little closer. I won’t stop him. Like a greedy thief in the night, I’m taking everything I can.

I want to ride his face. I want to lower myself down onto him. I want to see my body part and accept him as deeply as possible. “Ash…don’t stop,” tumbles from my lips.

“You’re gorgeous Cora. So f*****g gorgeous.”

There is a loud knock at the door. s**t!

Panic mode kicks in, my hands leaving his hair and pushing his shoulders away from me. His handsome face is kind of dazed, like I woke him out of a trance.

“What if it’s the police? Quick!”

The door knocks again.

“One second!” I cry. Then I remember, I’m not actually a hooker. There is no way there is police at the door. I’m losing my mind over nothing. Unless its Matt? Oh my god.

“Room service!” the man outside repeats.

Well I haven’t ordered anything. A frown crosses my face. But Ash shuts his eyes and tilts his head to the side before murmuring. “s**t. The barman. He said I wouldn’t have a chance. I bet him a bottle of champagne.”

“Oh really?” releasing my hand away from his c**k and stepping back. “Betting on me?”

So I seize Ash’s hand as he moves to zip up his pants. I wrap my hand around the briefs concealing painfully hard c**k. “You’re not dressed to answer the door”

“No,” he whispers.

With one rough stroke of my hand up and down the full length of his leaking c**k, his entire body shudders. “f*****g hell, Cora. Keep going,” bursting out in breathy pleas.

Releasing him before he burst, I take a few steps and call loudly, “Leave the bottle outside please!”

Whilst something clatters outside, my heart thunders. Time to be brave. Standing in front of Ash I tug down the straps of my dress again.

Revealing my breasts, and stomach, orange silk pooling gathering at my hips. I’m not perfect, there’s no six-pack to find on me. Ash’s dark eyes still widened, mouth dropping open a little.

“Jesus Cora.” He shoves his hand down around his c**k and starts stroking himself. Pre-c*m glistens.

I’m on fire. Another tiny little pull. it drops to the floor. Leaving me naked in nothing but a pair of shimmering, high-heeled gold sandals. Showing my curvy ass, I walk over to the door and open it, just enough to spy the champagne, in a silver bucket with two glasses.

Making it quick, I bend over and grab the ice-filled bucket.

“Cora, f**k!”

Ash shoots his load all over the hotel carpet with a filthy groan. “Bending over, you’re soaked. Those heels, your legs…shit.”

“Oh dear,” I murmur, stepping forward.

He’s just got a head start, that’s all. “Shirt off.”

He takes it all off. The whole time he’s watching me, waiting to see if I approve. Of course I do. The man could be made from marble. Dark hair, stubble just visible with midnight eyes. For a moment I feel a little shy, biting my thumb and toying with my long honey hair. But I’m only shy of how much I want this.

“You ready Ash?”

What follows is a bit blurry. But that first bottle of champagne got popped after the second time I came on his face.

The second champagne bottle I ordered him to fetch from the doorway. Only when he turned around from closing the door I was waiting on my knees, mouth open, ready to take care of him properly.

“f**k my mouth,” I murmured, toying with my p***y at the same time, making sure he could see my glistening fingers. I want to be dirty, drowning in desire. Ash delivered with menace.

“Cora you feel so f*****g good. Oh s**t…your lipsticks on my c**k, I love it…why…why has it got to be like this…why now…Fucking running out of time but…shit Cora”

I can’t ask him what he means. I’m too busy slurping, choking and willingly gagging. But Ash has hurt running through his veins. In another version of tonight maybe we might have talked about it.

Instead I’m playing the role of his dirty hooker.

After swallowing everything he had, we moved to the shower. Ash’s hands constantly stroking over my curves. Obsessing on that dip in my waist where my ass and thighs rounded out. “You looked stunning in that dress, but like this…I want to make you mine.”

“Then do it. What does a fifty grand receipt look like?”

He dropped to knees, grinning up at me with menace and dark eyes. Soon a hickey the size of a strawberry stood proud on each inner thigh. “I want you to remember me.”

He got even bolder, sliding the neck of the bottle between my p***y lips. Teasing my entrance with the cold glass rim. Only to tip it up to lips and drink from it like a racecar champion, mixing my taste with the bubbles

Wrapping the condom on his c**k felt like a shame. But the hooker fantasy doesn’t include going bareback.

“I cannot f*****g wait to be inside you. Cora, you were right, you were right okay. You win. I’m broken. I’ve got to get inside that perfect p***y,” he growled, his huge, rigid c**k bobbing between us as he laid flat on the bed.

“I don’t know, I did warn you I might just touch myself and use you as a plaything,” In my peripheral vision I see his fists clench the sheets.

“If I’m all yours to use, use me properly. For f**k’s sake Cora, use me.”

Stroking his c**k I watch his muscles twitch, “So Ash, I’m real enough for you now? Good enough?”

“You’re better than real Cora,” he pants. “Now let me show you how f*****g real I am.”

“I said you’d have to beg-”

“I need to f**k you or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. Gorgeous girl, you can’t be this cruel.”

I raise my hips and edge into position, my hands planted onto his strong upper thighs..

Lowering myself down onto him I can think completely selfishly. I don’t have to care about how my face twists at just how full he makes me feel. Reverse cowgirl has me whimpering and making soft, desperate little noises.

His name flows like wine, murmured, whimpered, gasped, adjusting to the huge size of him.

It’s so intense. I sway my hips back and forth, his c**k is pressing against every bundle of nerves I have. Detonating across my senses until I’m on the edge.

“Cora, you’re tight…”

I squirm, my cresting o****m washing over my thinking. “Take over. Take over now. f**k me Ash. f**k me as hard as you can.”

“Cora-”

“f**k me like the w***e you hired,” babbles out, but I’m too lost in my own fantasy to sound close to sane right now.

Ash lifted me straight off him, my p***y aching instantly at the loss. Within seconds, Ash had me balanced on all fours, his hands on my hips and his huge c**k slamming home inside me.

A pillow found its way towards my face and arms as I simply gave in, allowing myself to grow limper and rely on his hold. “f**k all of them, this is it, this is what I want,” he groans to himself. “This is what it’s meant to be like. Goddamn them all.”

I am not capable of asking what he means by that, he’s caught up in his own storm, every thrust hitting harder than the last inside my twitching, wet, greedy p***y.

All the power he held back came pouring out. He ruined me with thrusts that left me keening like a fool for him. We came together in a messy, filthy, curse-strewn heap. His weight crushing me so decadently that I couldn’t complain if I wanted to. Every descending twitch and pulse of his c**k made me quiver with aftershocks.

“I wanna do this again,” burbled out of me. The last thing I remember was smiling when Ash said, “Me too. I’d like that a lot.”

Maybe it was the alcohol or exhaustion but I fell asleep almost straight after. Some hours later, sleepily reaching for Ash, I found only cold sheets.

The champagne buckets, glasses and bottles have gone. The bedsheets are now covering my body instead of strewn on the floor. My orange dress hung up on the outside of the wardrobe like a warning flag.

Under the single bedside lamp sits a large bottle of water and five red poker chips for the Belmont Hotels casino. Each worth ten thousand dollars.

But there’s no note, no phone number. Nothing.

When Ash said this was what he wanted, he wanted a w***e. Looks like he got one. f****d and paid one.

My body is aching. I’m going to feel Ash for days.

It really was a one-night thing. I’m starting to feel very, very stupid.

Without thinking I reach over for my cell on the bedside table and check for messages, surprised I’m even awake at five am. There’s a few anniversary messages from friends overseas. I’m looking for Ash’s number, some method of staying in touch. Then one notification really catches my eye.

MATT: We need to talk