City Of Need

🔥 33 ❤️‍🔥 Get Out Of Jail

London

How the hell have I been roped into painting her kitchen? I abhor painting. I especially hate it when there's a smoking hot girl in bed in the same apartment I'm painting in. I guess it beats being dommed for the night.

'Looking good London,' Roxy says from the kitchen doorway.

She's naked, bar a pair of sky scraper fluffy mules. My cock twitches in my jeans. 'How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on painting with you looking like that?' I growl.

'Sorry,' she smirks and grabs for an apron. Sliding it over her head and tying the strings at her back. It does nothing to cover up her curvy body and just serves to make me hornier.

I reach for her, pulling her back to my chest and wrapping my arms around her waist. 'You going to make me breakfast dressed like that?' I ask.

'Mm hmm,' she murmurs, bending forwards and taking a frying pan from a low level drawer. I hold her hips as she angles forwards and press my now hard cock against her as she stands.

I keep my grip on her hips as she moves around the kitchen. Keeping lockstep with her in our hot little dance. Half the kitchen is blackened from the smoke, the other half freshly painted with the paint I bought this morning.

She takes a packet of eggs from the fridge and cracks them into a bowl as I slide my hand into the side of her apron and run it down her stomach. Then she whisks the eggs and I play with her clit.

Her skin starts to heat. She drops the whisk. I unzip my jeans and slide my cock inside her... This girl... Jesus.

Pushing her forwards over the kitchen counter, the bowl of eggs spills, and like a coin circles on itself, getting closer and closer to the edge as I fuck her from behind, then smashes to the floor, eggs and china exploding on the tiles as Roxy pants out, 'That... feels... so... fucking... good...'

The sound of her struggling to speak ignites something in me. Her tone is so fucking sensual. I can't get enough of this girl. There's a vibrating near my hip. How is she doing that? She can do things I've never experienced with any woman - and I've had a lot of women.

'London,' Roxy moans.

Fuck, she's about to tell me she loves me again and I can't wait to hear it fall from her mouth, 'Yes Baby Doll?'

'Do you need to get that?'

'What?'

'The phone.'

'The phone?' Shit, the phone, it's in my pocket. Hang on, what fucking day is it? There's only two people that have this number. One is Roxy and the other is.. I pull my phone from my pocket, my cock still in Roxy, 'Oh, fuck. It's my manager.'

'Hi. Micheal? Yeah. Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm on the way. I'll jump in a cab and be there in twenty. Yeah... Yeah... I know. Sorry. I'm leaving now - keep her there.'

I look down at Roxy, bent over the counter, her elbows leaning on it, her head turned back to me and a smirk on her face.

'Going somewhere Sir?' She says and clenches her walls around my cock.

'Baby Doll...' I say and feel her clench tighter. It's fucking fantastic. 'I have to go. I've got a meeting with my manager - it's really important.. I...' She unclenches and clenches again, all with that smirk still on her face.

She's not letting me go without a fight, her insides are doing things to my cock that my cock has never loved so much. I push further inside her and she rewards me by enveloping my cock so tightly that it feels like she's coating me in love. 'Fuckkkk,' I breathe.

She lets go of her hold on me and says, 'Did you say you need to go Sir?' With a smile designed to break my fucking heart.

'I kind of do,' I say, remembering just how important the meeting is. 'We've been trying to get in with Stoned Precious PR forever and right now they're waiting in my manager's office.'

'So you want to get out of your sentence huh?'

'Well, yeah. I kind of have to.'

'And yet... You are mine for twenty four hours - to do with as I please.'

I wince, 'Well yeah, that was the deal.' Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I still think I won the Pleasure Game. I really need to check that club out again - did they even have any blue cards?

She bats her lashes and says, 'If only you had a get out of jail card Sir. Wouldn't this be the best time to use it?'

She clenches again, so completely that I feel everything in me tighten. Fuck, I don't know how much more of this I can take without coming. I grip her hips tighter, trying to get a hold on myself.

'Sir?' She purrs, snapping my attention back. 'I said, "Wouldn't it be good if you had a get out of jail card?"'

I lean down and bite her shoulder gently. I'm don't want to use the damn card. I had all kinds of idea of what to do with that...

My phone beeps with a message. 'You have 22 minutes. After that they leave. We won't get a second chance.'

Fuck. I need to use the damn card.

I pull it from my pocket and put it on the counter in front of her.

She grins, clenches, and says, 'You need to leave right away Sir?'

'Soon but not yet,' I say, throwing my phone on the counter and gripping her hips. 'Now show me again what your clever little pussy can do Baby Doll.'