The Job (Volume One) by Dawn Robertson Read Free Book Online

yours?” His words take me off guard because this isn’t the man I’ve spent the evening with at all. “You aren’t a whore and you know it. There is no way you fuck for a living with a tight cunt like that. No way.” His pace quickens and I can only watch him. I am torn by his words. I don’t want to like him right now or even feel any kind of pleasure, but his dick is doing things to me none has ever before. He is hitting places never touched and, god, it feels so good. I’m not a woman that can get off over and over again, but I already feel another orgasm beginning.
    “God, you feel good, Madeline. I’m never going to want to give this pussy up. You like it? Do you like the way I fuck you?” He slams into me deeper, harder, pushing in as far as his cock will go. His balls slap against my bare pussy and I try and give him exactly what he wants.
    “Yes, Brian. I do.”
    “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer… you’re too fuckin’ tight.” he says, like it’s a bad thing. I always thought guys liked women who were tight. Who knew it would be a curse?
    I close my eyes once again and just allow myself to feel. Feel him as he takes possession of my body. Pounding me harder than anyone who has come before him. There is no doubt in my mind I am going to feel it for days. Just as he begins to slow his pace, I can feel his body begin to tighten up, at the same time that mine does with anticipation of another orgasm. I’m pretty sure whatever he has been hitting this whole time is that elusive g-spot I’ve looked for most of my adult life.
    “Oh, ya. Right there. Right there, Madeline. Such a good girl for Daddy.” He pushes into me one last time and I can feel his cock jerking in release. Emptying himself into the condom separating our bodies. He collapses on top of me and wraps his arm around my now sweaty body.
    “Thank you,” he whispers sweetly into my ear as he presses a gentle kiss on my cheek.
    “You’re welcome,” I say and I can only think to myself… I’ve found Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

For the first time in a very long time, I sleep comfortably wrapped in the arms of a man. Not because I never had one who enjoyed cuddling, but because I could never fall asleep with Drew draped all over my body. I’d roll over or roll away from him each chance I could free myself. He just wasn’t comfortable to me. But Brian is a totally different story. I shouldn’t, but I feel safe with him. Safe in his arms, and after he treated me like a cheap hooker while he screwed me so hard, he cherished my body for the rest of the night. Treating me like a queen. Bathing me, tucking me into bed, massaging me. Anything and everything a woman wishes her prince charming would do.
    I guess this prince charming just has a dirty side.
    As the sun peeks through the wall of windows, softly through a crack in the curtains, I lie in his arms and think about his past. Am I really the first? Is this a habit of his? Will he stop looking for women to fuck on the internet or will this be it? Do I want to keep him all to myself, or do I want to never look back once I go home this morning? One thing is for sure… I am confused as hell.
    “You awake?” He whispers in my ear, but I am sure my movement must have given me away. Instead of answering him, I roll over, still wrapped in his arms, to face him.
    “Good morning,” I say. Not really sure what else I can say. Is this one of those whole money’s on the dresser kind of things? I know I told him that I would wait until after breakfast but I really just want to go home so I can process the last couple days of my life. Figure out what the hell I am going to do with my life now.
    “Your mind is running wild, Madeline. Let me in.” I want to laugh and tell him how wrong he is, but it’s almost as if he can see right through me. Am I that transparent?
    “I’m fine, I just… I want to go home.” I’m honest, but in the back of my mind I think about this being my home. I