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

Wait, what? Paul? I could lie and say my head is confused from his fucking me... 


I adore Paul Caspar. As I recognize this, I also realize that King William  is in my head as much as Paul. I like him, too. You must think I'm crazy.


Paul pulls me towards him as he rolls to the side and reclines on the sofa, his arm around my waist. I'm sitting on his cock with my back to him, so I rock back and forth, still burning with pleasure.


His hands are on my ass as I swing my hips, and I bite my lip, wondering how he must be staring at my bouncing ass cheeks. I fling my head back, hair sliding over my shoulders, and cup my breasts, moaning. I ride him as hard as I can, my muscles throbbing; beads of perspiration appear on my forehead, so I know I'm doing well.


Chapter ２９