Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 10

Perv’s POV

THE DAY had been exhausting. Customers flooded in nonstop, each one demanding attention, leaving me utterly drained. As I finally hailed a taxi home, I exhaled a long sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. Tsk. Some days, this job was far more tiring than giving myself to my clients. At least with that, it felt like a workout—a pleasure-laced sprint that sent the blood rushing through my veins.

The taxi pulled up in front of my condo building. I paid the fare, stepped out, and made my way inside. Even in the elevator, fatigue pressed against me, my back leaning against the cool metal walls. I let out another deep breath. As soon as the doors slid open, I trudged down the hallway, fished my key card out of my pocket, and unlocked my door. The moment I stepped in, I discarded my belongings on the nearest table, barely sparing them a glance. Food wasn’t on my mind; sleep was. But first—a shower.

Stripping down, I stepped beneath the steady stream of warm water, letting it soothe my aching muscles. It felt heavenly, the heat seeping into my skin, loosening the knots of the day. Then, like a whisper carried by the steam, a memory surfaced.

Eurika.

I could still feel the roughness of the stone at my back as she pressed against me, her dominance intoxicating. A teasing pain coiled low in my stomach, my body pulsing in frustration as I held back, refusing to let go too soon.

She had knelt right there, on that damp, unsteady surface, unbothered by the water lapping around us. With a sinuous grace, she straddled me, and in one slow, deliberate movement, she took me into her, the heat of her body a stark contrast against the cool night air. The slick, velvet tightness engulfed me, drawing a ragged groan from my lips. She moved with purpose, each rise and fall pushing me deeper, faster, until the very pressure of our bodies meeting sent shivers up my spine. The sound of our breath, heavy and raw, mixed with the hush of the surrounding water. Every nerve in me burned, my senses consumed by her—her scent, her warmth, the way she molded herself against me as if she were made to fit.

The memory alone sent heat coursing through me, pooling low in my abdomen. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling myself harden under the cascading water. My fingers drifted downward, instinctively wrapping around the evidence of my arousal.

Damn it. I wanted her again.

The way she had clutched at me, her body pulling me in greedily, her voice breaking with every thrust—

A guttural moan escaped my lips as my hand moved in time with the feverish recollections. My breath came out in short, strained gasps, mirroring the rhythm she had set that night. My head tilted back against the shower wall, the water streaming down my face, but all I could feel was her—her fingertips ghosting over my skin, the unmistakable grip of her thighs locking me in place. My strokes remained steady, refusing to succumb too easily. I wanted to hold onto this feeling, to savor the burn of anticipation, just like I had with her.

"Ahh…" The sound slipped past my lips, a mix of pleasure and frustration. How cruel that all I had was my own touch when what I truly craved was the softness of hers.

The images played on a loop in my mind—Eurika’s body tangled with mine, her moans melting into my ear, the way her breath hitched as she lost herself completely to me.

I exhaled sharply, chasing that peak, the lines between memory and reality blurring in the steam-filled bathroom. And for now, in the silence of my own solitude, I let myself drown in her all over again.

The soft knock on the door interrupted the steady rhythm of the shower. I paused, the water cascading down my back as I listened intently. Silence. Perhaps I had imagined it. I turned the shower back on, letting the warmth envelop me once more.

“Tok! Tok! Tok!” There it was again. Louder this time. My heart skipped a beat. I shut off the water, the sudden quiet amplifying the sound of my own breathing. Wrapping a towel hastily around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water trailing behind me. My body was still glistening, the cool air brushing against my skin as I made my way to the door.

I opened it to find a young woman standing there, her eyes wide and hesitant. For a fleeting moment, her gaze dropped, and I noticed the faint blush that crept across her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, her composure faltering as she struggled to find her words.

“G-Good evening, sir. A-Are you Tristan?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. I could sense her nervousness, the way her fingers fidgeted at her sides.

“Yes, that’s me. Come in,” I said, stepping aside to let her pass. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, her eyes darting around the room as if unsure where to settle.

“What brings you here?” I asked, guiding her toward the sofa. We sat down, the tension between us palpable. Her gaze flickered again, and I noticed her cheeks flush once more. I couldn’t help but smile at her innocence.

“I-I want to hire you,” she managed to say, her voice trembling. The words hung in the air, and I felt a sudden rush of anticipation. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure.

“How old are you?” I asked, my tone calm but curious. I needed to be sure, to avoid any complications later.

“I-I’m eighteen,” she replied, her voice barely audible. She fumbled in her bag and handed me her ID, her hands shaking. I glanced at it briefly, confirming her age, and nodded, a faint grin tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Mind joining me in the shower? I wasn’t quite finished,” I said, standing up and facing her. Her eyes widened, and I could see the conflict in her expression—nervousness, curiosity, and something else I couldn’t quite place. She didn’t respond, but her silence was enough.

I reached out, my hand brushing against hers. She trembled under my touch, her breath hitching as I gently pulled her to her feet. Her uniform skirt swayed slightly as she stood, her innocence radiating from her every movement.

“Come here,” I murmured, guiding her toward the bed. She followed, her steps hesitant but willing. I sat down on the edge of the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I gently pulled her closer. Her skirt brushed against my legs, and I could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric.

My hands found her thighs, and I felt her shiver under my touch. Slowly, I let my fingers trail upward, exploring the softness of her skin. She tensed, her breath quickening as my hands moved higher. I could feel her trembling, her innocence making her all the more enticing.

I looked up at her, my gaze locking with hers as my fingers brushed against the delicate fabric beneath her skirt. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and I could see the mixture of embarrassment and anticipation in her eyes. With a gentle tug, I slid the fabric down, letting it fall to the floor.

Leaning forward, I let my curiosity guide me. My lips brushed against her skin, and I felt her gasp, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for support. I explored her with a tenderness that seemed to surprise her, my touch soft but deliberate. She was pure, untouched, and the realization only heightened my desire.

I leaned back, pulling her gently onto the bed with me. Her body was tense, but I could feel her slowly relaxing under my touch. Her innocence was intoxicating, and I wanted to savor every moment, every breath, every tremble.

As I lay back, I guided her to kneel above me, her skirt still draped around her waist. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. I could see the conflict within her, the battle between her innocence and the desire that was beginning to awaken.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice soothing as I reached up to caress her cheek. “Just relax.”

She nodded, her breath hitching as she leaned into my touch. The room was filled with a quiet tension, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. And as I pulled her closer, I knew that this moment would be one neither of us would forget.

The room was filled with a quiet intensity, the air thick with unspoken desire. My lips brushed against her delicate skin, and I could feel her tremble beneath my touch. She was trying to hold back, her teeth clenched to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. But I could hear her—soft, barely audible gasps that betrayed her restraint. My fingers gently parted her, and I was met with the intoxicating scent of her femininity. It was raw, primal, and utterly captivating. A mix of warmth, sweat, and something uniquely her. It was pure, unfiltered, and it stirred something deep within me.

My tongue traced the outer edges, exploring with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her body responded instantly, her hips lifting slightly as a muffled gasp escaped her lips. I could feel her hands gripping the sheets, her knuckles white with tension. Encouraged, I delved deeper, my tongue pressing against her with a gentle insistence. Her breath hitched, and her fingers found their way to my hair, tangling in the strands as she tried to steady herself. A soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips, and I felt her body quiver in response.

I teased her further, my tongue circling her most sensitive spot before lightly nipping at it. Her reaction was immediate—a sharp, breathless cry that echoed through the room. Her body arched, and I could feel the tension building within her. I continued, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction, every shudder that coursed through her. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, and I could tell she was losing herself in the sensation.

After what felt like an eternity, I pulled back, my own breath ragged. I helped her shift, guiding her to sit up as I removed the last remnants of her clothing. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her skin flushed with arousal. Her breasts were perfect, her n*****s taut and begging for attention. I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, capturing one in my mouth while my fingers teased the other. She gasped, her body arching into my touch, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

“Ahhh!” she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I eased off, pressing gentle kisses to her skin instead. Her breathing was heavy, her lips dry from the intensity of her emotions. She looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and longing. I could see the need in her gaze, the way her body seemed to ache for more.

I pushed her gently against the headboard, her back resting against the soft pillows. Her legs parted instinctively, and I positioned myself between them. My towel had long since fallen away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. “I-I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

I met her gaze, my voice low and steady. “Look into my eyes. Just focus on me, okay?” She nodded, her lips trembling as she forced a small smile. I could see the fear in her eyes, but there was also trust—a fragile, tentative trust that I was determined not to break.

I guided myself to her entrance, my fingers brushing against her to ensure she was ready. Slowly, I pressed forward, the tip of me meeting her warmth. Her face contorted in pain, and I paused, giving her a moment to adjust. “It’s okay,” I murmured, my voice soothing. “Just relax.”

She nodded, her body trembling as I pushed forward again. Her cries of pain were sharp, and I could see tears welling in her eyes. I withdrew slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath before pressing forward once more. Her body resisted, her muscles tightening around me, but I was patient, coaxing her to relax. “Don’t tense up,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “Let go.”

Her breathing was ragged, her hands clutching at the sheets as she tried to comply. Slowly, I felt her body begin to yield, her muscles relaxing as she surrendered to the sensation. I pushed forward again, and this time, she gasped—not in pain, but in pleasure. Her body arched, and I could feel her warmth enveloping me completely.

“Ahhh!” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and arousal. I smiled, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Told you.”

Her moans grew louder as I began to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then gradually increasing in intensity. Her body responded eagerly, her hips rising to meet mine as she lost herself in the rhythm. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, and I could feel the tension building within her, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge.

“Do you like it?” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. She didn’t respond, her eyes clenched shut as she focused on the sensations coursing through her. I thrust harder, my movements more urgent, and she cried out, her body arching as she finally gave in to the pleasure.

“Y-Yes!” she gasped, her voice breaking as she reached her peak. Her body shuddered beneath me, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room. I followed soon after, my own release crashing over me in waves. I pulled out, collapsing beside her as we both struggled to catch our breath.

We lay there for what felt like an eternity, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. She was exhausted, her body limp and spent, but there was a soft smile on her lips. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and she leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

Eventually, she stirred, her movements slow and deliberate as she dressed. She thanked me softly, her voice barely above a whisper, before slipping out the door. I watched her go, a sense of satisfaction settling over me. I was exhausted, my body heavy with fatigue, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Instead, I lay back, my eyes drifting closed as sleep claimed me.