Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

Fuck With Call Girl

I'll tell you. As I turned him on with my words, it turned me on like nothing else, and I wanted to hear more. When he arrived, I shook. I wasn't permitted to touch myself, and yearning flooded my body.


When King William let me touch myself, I frantically touched my clit. I exploded after 5 seconds and 3 flicks.


I've been thinking about this for 48 hours. What type of guy can get me so worked up that it takes little to drive me over the edge?


You're probably smirking. If he wanted to, he could get me to come just by talking to me, I swear to God.


Not just cumming. When we last spoke, he mentioned something. He said his dad took him to the Empire State Building for a city perspective. Saying everything is possible. Almost...


"It's like you're a million fucking miles away," Paul adds.


I squeeze his hand and say, "Work."  I can't lose him. Good. He's nice. I know he's attempting to curb his negative behavior for my sake.


Chapter ２２