Chapter 23
Chapter 23:
John shuddered but moved away from us. I pulled a few notes out of my money clip and slipped them into his pocket, kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for luring my husband away from the party.
“Of course, it was my pleasure. And if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He winked, opened the door and quietly left us.
“Ghazi, what are you…” I put my hand over his mouth, locked the door behind John and pressed his back flat against the door. I didn’t waste any time before placing Oscar’s hand on the bathroom sink and fumbling with it before I managed to cradle his hardening dick and make him watch as I stroked its length.
He got hard as soon as he started biting his lip and then it was my turn to drop my trousers and reach for a packet of lube. We had done this dance too many times before, so he parted his legs for me as soon as I was in position.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum and I’m going to send you back out there,” I paused to thrust hard as he whimpered, holding his position in front of the small bathroom sink.
“Back to your date where you’ll be talking to people while I watch from the bar with John. Maybe he’ll notice that my sexy cum slut is carrying my cum in her ass.” My hand was firm, covering his mouth as he squirmed under my grip.
“I’m not going to let you come, baby. If you want your orgasm, I’ll give it to you later tonight at my place. Maybe I’ll give you a second stuffine and fill you up again. And again p>
I release my hand from his cock, grinning as I feel him shiver in my grip. “I bet you want to feel my cum running down between your thighs,” my dirty talk continued and I climaxed without giving him the same kind of release.
When I had finished filling him with my cum, I tucked his dick back in and let him clean up before we both left the bathroom. I went back to the bar while he returned to his date for the night.
Yes, I definitely enjoyed watching him now that I had filled him with my cum and he was wet between his legs.
Almost a month into my arrangement with the Daniels, I was starting to get the hang of balancing my schedule with them.
To this day, Marx still had no idea about my sugar daddies—if that’s even what I could call them.
Let your mind wander with gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s﹒𝓬𝓸𝗺
Though, I often felt more like a highly paid escort with my boss, Jed, as my pimp, especially considering I was still getting paid poorly. But I wasn’t complaining about the perks.
The apartment alone was a huge upgrade from my tiny, poorly heated place.
“Ugh, come on, Remy, it’s just for the weekend. I’m desperate here,” Marx begged.
“Well, you don’t have to attend, you know that, right?” I replied. Marx had been insisting that I accompany him to his high school reunion after his date suddenly became unavailable. He needed me to be his fake boyfriend for the weekend.
“First of all, I don’t do reunions,” I said, trying to get my point across, though I knew he wouldn’t let it go easily. “Second, it’s the weekend. You know Jed would flip if both of us tried to take two days off, and I’m not risking my job over this p>
“But you’re Jed’s longest boyfriend. I’m sure you can sweet talk him.” He winked while placing the drink order on his tray. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ
“Go, we’ll talk later.” I shook my head, hoping that would be the end of it. But not for long.
“Do you think your friend would go out with me?” a guy sitting one booth away asked as soon as Marx made his way across the floor.
“I don’t know,” I replied with a smile, letting my friendly bartender persona take over. I was trying to be warm, hoping it would bring in more tips.