The woman had me rock solid the moment my eyes landed on her picture in the catalog. Seeing her on the screen during the auction made me want to pull my cock out and stroke it as I watched her tease the camera. Now, I was able to see her face-to-face, smell her perfume, touch her luscious body, and taste her. I was ready to explode, balls deep inside her.
"So beautiful," I moaned, breaking our kiss.
Giselle’s lips were red and swollen. Her chest raised and lowered rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
"No more crying. Understood?" I said firmly, looking down into her honey-colored eyes.
Fuck. How is she so fucking perfect?
"Yes," she replied weakly. Her eyes were locked on mine, but her answer was unconvincing.
"Why did you cry?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, making me want to swat her ass but I refrained. I shouldn't have spanked her the first time, but I craved to feel and hear her response. She had reacted heavenly. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was holding back a moan or perhaps a scream. Either way, her look had been enough to satisfy me briefly.
"I won't lie to you. I expect the same from you while we are together… Please." I stroked her cheek gently. Her eyes closed and she leaned into my touch. "Why did you cry, Giselle?"
Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm not trying to lie."
"It's okay. Come with me." I took her hand in mine. My eyes instantly dropped down to her thin, slender fingers intertwined with my much larger fingers.
Was I actually holding hands with a woman? I never held hands. It was too intimate. Too vulnerable. Yet, I had willingly taken Giselle’s hand in mine and had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
"This way," I said, fighting past the thoughts of intimacy, and leading her over to the large bed. I gestured with my free hand for her to take a seat. Once she was seated, I sat next to her, placing our joined hands on my lap.
"What made you cry?" I asked, stroking my thumb across the outside of her hand.
"I'm just emotion…" Her words died out and she shook her head. "I thought no one had bid since the camera was only on for a few minutes. I thought the worst."
"The auction for you didn't last long because I bid so high no one else wanted to compete," I admitted softly.
"Wh… what?" she asked with her mouth slightly gaped open.
Another intimate moment. Do I tell her how I acted like an impulsive adolescent and shoutedten milliondollars? Or do I just leave it with a simple,I bid high?
"I bid high," I said firmly. "There was no need for the bidding to continue."
"Why?"
"Because I made sure no one would bid higher," I shrugged.
"No," she shook her head. "I mean, why did you bid so high?"
Why? Because you made my fucking dick hard like no other woman has ever done before.
"Why not?" I retorted.
"Because… I mean, there are other things to spend money on besides my virginity. "
Her bluntness made me chuckle.
"True," I nodded. "I had wondered what I was even doing at this type of auction but then I saw your picture in the catalog and–" I abruptly stopped my sentence.
Why the hell was I being open? There's nothing to talk about. This was just sex. Nothing more. She was just here to sell her virginity. A high-end, one-night stand call girl.
I fought to hold back my look of disgust. This woman -- Giselle -- was nothing more than a costly booty call.
