Booking Roy Cesar

KRISSY

Despite my dripping pussy, I shook my head.

Concern crossed his face as he pulled away from me, but I grabbed his arm to keep him close. Realizing I was actually panicking at the thought of him not being near me, I released his arm.

Get a hold of yourself, Krissy, I told myself. “I’m sorry, I’m just… I am ready, yes, but it’s been a long time,” I said, turning my head to the side to look away. My cheeks burned with embarrassment; I felt so stupid, so childish.

“Hey,” Roy said, pressing a finger to my chin and guiding my face back to his, even though my gaze didn’t follow. “I’ll go slow, promise. You tell me at any time if something hurts, yeah?” He waited for me to nod before continuing. “And when you beg me to go faster, I will.”

My eyes snapped back to his, and I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on my lips. He was beaming at me too, and the joy in his expression melted my heart.

I decided to allow myself to believe that this man genuinely wanted to be with me, truly thought I was beautiful, and was sincerely interested in giving me pleasure without regard for his own, and not just because I was paying him to.

Pulling him into a kiss, I shut off my overthinking brain and plunged into the fantasy that was Roy C.

His kiss was soft, but his tongue was aggressive in prying open my lips, but when it met with mine, it didn’t fight for dominance. Instead, it twirled around mine in a dance, making me a moaning mush underneath him.

He purred with satisfaction, and the room quickly filled with the scents of our arousal, complementing and building on one another, causing our kiss to deepen and our hands to explore.

My fingernails raked his firm, velvetlike back, and when his hard body lowered onto mine, my legs hooked themselves around his waist. His hands found their way to my ass and cupped it, squeezing as he lifted my hips off the bed.

With a grunt, he pressed me back down, his cock poking into my ass, and I yelped, releasing my legs and breaking the kiss. When he pushed himself up, his shocked expression set off a chain reaction in me.

I covered my mouth with my hands, closed my eyes, and laughed. The absurdity of my yelping because of a wiener poke to the ass ripped through me, and I couldn’t stop.

Roy caught on to the joke and smiled, but then he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from my face, pinning them above my head. Holding them down with one hand, he used the other to push my hip down and ground his cock against my pussy while he licked my neck.

My laugh immediately turned into a moan as he nudged my head to the side, licking up to my ear and nibbling on my lobe. He twisted his hips left and right, and his shaft moved over my clit, the pressure sending jolts of electricity zapping through my core.

The hand on my hip moved between my legs while Roy trailed kisses along my jaw. When he got to the other side of my neck, he inhaled deeply and dragged his nose down my overheating body, kissing as he went.

Between each kiss, one word at a time, he said, “You’re a very beautiful woman, Krissy.” His teeth grazed over a nipple, and his tongue swirled around it as he sucked. At the same time, his fingers entered me, his thumb finding my nub again.

Gasping, I arched my back and pressed my breast into his mouth. My body was shaking from all the sensations, and I desperately needed another release. Bringing my head up to look down at him, I said, “I wanna feel you inside me.”

Mouth still on my nipple, Roy looked up, his eyes almost black now. Releasing my wrists, he pushed himself into a kneeling position, and I propped myself up on my elbows, unable to blink as I gawked at him.

I could stare at this sight forever: his toned, sweat-glistening body between my legs, him staring at me like he wants to devour me, and his massive cock standing at full attention, begging me to lick the precum that leaked from its tip.

Looking at it so close to my pussy, I swallowed hard at the thought it would soon be inside me.

Could it even fit?

Panic crept into my mind, readying my flight response, but a wave of heat rolled through me and made all my nerve endings tingle. I shut my eyes against my sudden dizziness, and when it passed, I opened them, and his dick looked different in this new light.

It wasn’t intimidating anymore; it was irresistible, exactly what I needed right now.

Roy rolled a condom onto it, and I marveled that it didn’t tear.

But when he pushed that fat, veiny cock into me, would I?

Smiling, I realized I couldn’t wait to find out.

ROY

She couldn’t take her eyes off my dick, and that was normally the best part about being with a new client, but with her, it made me feel…nervous. My hands had even trembled while I put on the condom—that’d never happened before.

What’s wrong with you, Roy? Get your shit together, I told myself.

Yes, she was the most beautiful, curvaceous woman I’d ever had as a client. Yes, there was something about her that felt familiar, comfortable. And yes, she had the most blinding heat I’d ever come across. But she was a client, and she deserved my A game.

And if you’re good enough, maybe she’ll be a repeat client, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.

I smiled at the thought then fought off a frown upon realizing that maybe I didn’t want her to just be a client. That maybe I wanted her to be more. This caused my frown to break through.

Am I actually catching feelings for a client? The question shook me to my core and cast doubt on all the plans I’d made for myself.

“Roy?”

Her voice broke my mind spiral, and I glanced at her. She was shaking and sweating, her hands gripping the bedsheets. Her peak was here; it was time to get to work.

In my long career as an escort, I’d learned a few tricks that omegas loved, and this one always made them calm and ready to take me in. Rubbing a hand over the scent glands in my armpit, I positioned the other hand at her pussy.

I brought the hand covered in my alpha pheromones to her nose and mouth.

Her eyes rolled back, and her arms collapsed under her. She dropped onto the bed, moaning and taking deep inhales of my fragrance.

“Ahh… G-god…,” she moaned out.

Using my other hand to gather her arousal and spread it over her pussy lips and my cock, I placed my tip at her entrance, tremor still there in my hand. I was buzzing to be inside her, and it took all my strength to go this slow.

“Krissy, are you ready?” I asked, savoring her perfume of desire.

She whipped her head up, and her eyes, ablaze with need, appeared to be a few shades lighter—blue, even. “Fuck me, please!”

Like a kid in a candy store, I was only too eager to bury myself inside her warmth. And when I did, I almost came right then and there.

That wouldn’t have been very professional.

I pushed myself deeper into her and hissed. She gasped, clutching my wrists, which were on either side of her shoulders. Her fingernails digging into my skin was my cue to slow down my insertion, and I did, only advancing when her grip loosened.

Repeating this until I was up against her back wall, I dropped to my elbows, hooking my arms under her shoulders so her hands could have more access to my skin.

We gazed into each other’s eyes as she adjusted to my size, and then she pulled my face toward hers before planting her lips on mine. As we kissed, her body relaxed under me, and her fingers found their way to my back.

Our scents and tastes swirled and mixed when her tongue pushed between my lips, and I withdrew my cock to the tip and pushed it back in. She felt so good, her body against mine and her walls clenched around me. It felt like I’d entered paradise itself.

Fuck me, I thought as we shuddered together.

Opening my eyes while still kissing her, I wondered if she felt what I did—that this was somehow different, somehow right. Was I driving her as insane as she was driving me?

My self-control was running short, and I prayed that tonight I’d only form my knot and not mark her outright.

Yet, a part of me already seemed to want to do just that.

KRISSY

Needy. That was how I felt right now.

He overwhelmed all my senses, and I needed more of it. His dick stretched my walls and filled me with pleasure that combined with pain to build up my orgasm.

But he was going too slow.

Running my fingers down his back, I cupped his ass, and when his tip was near my entrance again, I yanked, burying him back inside me to his hilt.

He broke our kiss to look at me, a sly grin on his beautiful face. This wasn’t a time to smile, though.

“Fuck me,” I said, my earlier pleading tone replaced by a demanding one. My need for him was real.

His chest rumbled with a growl, and it was as if I’d fired a starting pistol.

Hooking his fingers around my shoulders, he pulled them down while he thrust up into me. The shock it caused to my core took my breath away, and he buried his head in my neck, grunting in my ear as he pumped into me.

Craving more of his taste, I licked and sucked on his neck, breathing in as much of him as I could while he was here.

“Ah, yeah,” I said, moaning. “Right there, harder.” My voice came out whiny, but I could care about that later because Roy obliged, and I gasped.

In one quick move, Roy was up and kneeling again, grabbing my hips and lifting my ass off the bed. My breasts bounced as he pounded me. He was a vision of pure alpha maleness with his rippling chest and bulging arms covered in sweat.

When my gaze landed on his face and I saw the way he was looking at me, at my body, my insides burned at the sheer desire in his eyes. It was animalistic and wild, but on him, it didn’t frighten me.

It made me feel seen.

My coil wound to its breaking point just as Roy’s grunts rose in octaves. His thrusting became erratic, frenzied, and his need for me ripped my orgasm out of me.

While my walls clenched, his dick expanded, and when his knot formed, locking us together, it was as if a nuclear bomb had gone off in my pussy.

I’d been knotted before, but not during an orgasm and not at the peak of my heat. All of these combined to short-circuit my brain as wave after wave of pleasure barreled through me.

It was the most intense climax I’d ever experienced, and when my systems finally rebooted, I found myself reset; my heat was gone, and I was back to normal, back to peace.

Roy lifted one of my legs and turned me onto my side, and then he lowered himself behind me, spooning me while we waited for his knot to release. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his chest, my fingers dancing along his skin.

We lay like that for who knows how long, his arms feeling so good around me. For a moment, I’d actually forgotten that I was paying him to be here—but just for a moment. When reality came back, my heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted.

No wonder he’d gotten so many five-star reviews; I certainly didn’t want him to leave.

But would I book him again?

A vibrating sound coming from the foot of the bed interrupted my thoughts, and Ray swore.

“Sorry, I thought I put it on silent.” Slipping out of me—how long had we been lying here?—he scooted to the edge, fishing his phone out of his jeans. His expression changed from annoyance to concern as he read the screen, but then his face paled.

In a flurry of movement and swears, he scrambled to get dressed.

“Roy? What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, sitting up and covering myself with a pillow.

“Shit, shit, shit!” was all he said as he slipped into his shoes, shirt barely over his head and jacket in hand while he hobbled to the bedroom door.

“Roy! What the hell?”

Turning back to speak without stopping, he said, “I’m so sorry, Krissy. I have to go. My office is on fire.”