Chapter 2: A Fine Specimen

Sadie's POV

As the door clicked shut, I summoned the bravery to lift my gaze to his stunningly attractive face. I still couldn't believe Nicky had found such a handsome guy escort. It seemed almost a shame—someone so gorgeous deserved a better kind of life. "Snap out of it, Sadie," I angrily told myself.

 Why would I care if he was a prostitute or not, all I needed was his sperm and nothing else. The expression on his face took my breath away, the intensity of his eyes says it all, an unadulterated lust. 

Strange. Before, whenever I saw a guy looking at another woman with lust in his eyes, I felt disgusted. But with him, it was different. 

Instead of disdain, a slow, new fire rose within me, making me question whether something was wrong with me. 

I didn't even realize that my mouth was agape while being hypnotized by his handsomeness, and the blaze of desire woke up something inside me, a certain need that I didn't know I had. 

It didn't take long for him to make his move, when he hungrily claimed my lips, he probably mistook my open mouth as an invitation for a kiss. I felt like my knees suddenly turned jelly when I felt his lips on mine, kissing me with so much passion that I didn't know if I could take any more of this newfound feeling. 

I felt like I was drowning and was on the verge of losing my balance. But as I stood there enjoying the expertise of his lips, my arms moved on their own, wrapping around his nape and drawing him closer. 

I had no idea or even mind how long that kiss lasted, but when he suddenly moved his lips away from me, I felt a certain emptiness inside. I could still see the burning desire in his eyes, but for some reason I found myself talking without really thinking much about it. "Isn't this a bit too fast?" I asked. 

If I were my normal self, I would probably reprimand myself and remind myself that this is exactly what I came for. What else should I expect? That we’d have a little small talk before I let him fuck me? 

His forehead suddenly creased, his thick brows knitting together as he looked at me. Yet, the intense desire in his eyes remained. 

"Isn't this what you wanted? What you come for?" 

 "I mean... yes, but..." Before I could even finish what I was about to say, he once again captured my lips kissing me more passionately, making me lose all the rationality in my mind. 

It felt like he was just waiting for me to say yes, before taking his claim over me. 

They say that there is a certain someone who will make you feel like a woman, and I think I found him, but I didn't expect that whatever they write in the romance stories or movies that I watched, they failed to describe how it really felt like. 

This prostitute could turn a saint into a sinner, and sin I did. I returned his kisses with as much intensity as he was giving me, throwing away whatever reservation I still had. 

I opened my mouth to protest when he suddenly stopped kissing me only to be replaced by a moan when I felt his lips kissing the sensitive side of my neck and before I could fathom what was going on he gently bit my lips, sucking on that side. 

I didn't know how long I could last because of the feeling of ecstasy that he was making me experience. 

His lips started to move making sure that he didn't leave my skin, leaving wet traces along the way, until it reached my valley. I felt so hot that I felt like I was about to explode when I felt his tongue playfully taunting the valley of my breasts, and when his lips finally claimed my left mound a whimpering sound escaped my lips. 

I could already feel the wetness coming from my core as sucked on my left nipple while pinching my right not so gently. Considering I am still completely cloth, I couldn't imagine how it would feel like once he was sucking me naked. 

My mind was clouded with such fervor, but I was shocked when he suddenly ripped my dress as if it were made of paper. "Don't worry, I will buy whatever you want tomorrow," he promised.

 Again, if I were my sane self, I would have wondered how would he buy me clothes when in fact, I hired him and I know he would be expecting his payment tomorrow, but because of my state of mind, those words just passed by. 

He kept kissing me, his touch so addictive that I didn't notice he had removed my underwear. I only became conscious when I felt his eager mouth clutch my exposed breast. 

Whatever hesitancy I had previously evaporated in an instant—this was a hundred times more exciting! I gasped when I felt his strong hand on the most intimate part of my body, playing with my folds as he continued attacking both of my breasts. My head kept on turning from the nonstop onslaught of lust inside me, I felt both his hands capturing my mounds, and was a bit confused when I realized that I couldn't feel his lips anymore only the moaned loudly when I realized where his lips now. 

I screamed when I finally felt his lips on my slit, kissing me there, and eventually licking me to my womanhood. I wanted to hold on to something and found his hair grabbing to it tightly, not really sure if I wanted to pull him or to push him and continue what he was doing. His tongue licked deeper, making me release more juices from that part of my body. 

I felt like something was building inside me, like a force waiting for a release and after a few minutes, I shouted in ecstasy when I finally had my first mind-blowing release. 

He didn't stop licking me down there until he licked out all the juices there before he straightened up his stance. When I noticed him staring at my naked body, I felt completely exposed. I wanted to hide my exposed body with my hands, but he stopped me. 

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman on the planet. I felt unfair when I noticed that while I was naked, he was still fully clothed, and as if he could read my mind, he finally removed his clothes, starting from his polo shirt. 

I felt hypnotized as I watched him take off his polo shirt. My admiration only deepened when I saw his muscular, sculpted body—like a masterpiece carved by the hands of a master sculptor.

 My breath halted as I watched his hand move to his jeans, fingers neatly undoing the button and slowly sliding down the zipper. His pants slid down, revealing gray boxers, and the lust I thought had faded came rushing back the moment I noticed something thick and long pressing against his underwear, and I could already see the mushroom head of his penis appearing on the seam of his underwear making me drool. 

"He's a monster!" I thought to myself.

"Are you really going to put that huge... monster inside of me?" I asked innocently. 

My question made him chuckle, thinking that I was just humoring, but in fact, I was dead serious not really sure how it would fit inside my lady part. 

"Just trust me, I'm an expert," he said. 

"Of course you are," I thought to myself when I remembered his job as a male prostitute, but that didn't stop me from lusting over him. 

I'm feeling so aroused that I can already feel myself getting wet as he squeezes both of my breasts and kisses me like there's no tomorrow. 

Without warning, he slipped one of his fingers into my already wet clits, and I was astonished by how skilled his finger was at making me feel good down there. 

After a few minutes, he put another one in. My genitals became so wet as a result of what he was doing, probably in preparation for his ramrod. 

He pulled both his fingers inside me and I noticed how wet those fingers were before he put them in his mouth tasting it like it was made from honey. 

I was confused when he suddenly walked towards the nightstand, opening the cabinet, and from there he grabbed what appeared to be a condom. 

"You don't plan on wearing that, aren't you?" I asked. 

Even in my delirious state, it is still clear to me the reason why I am here, and why I am letting this man take my virginity and that is to get pregnant. 

I mean, how the hell would I get pregnant if he's going to wear a condom? He appeared undecided for some reason before finally putting down the pack of condoms back to the nightstand. 

"Are you safe?" 

“Yes.” I answered without really understanding his meaning. 

I only want for him to put his enormous shaft inside of me, and give me what I wanted. 

He positioned himself on top of me, and I experienced the first pain of the penetration when he eventually slid his manhood into my femininity. 

The look of surprise was evident on his face when he learned that I was still a virgin, I simply smiled at him to encourage him to continue which he eventually did. His movement became more controlled making sure that I would adjust to his size, and when he finally filled my inside, I felt a sense of contentment while our body was connected. 

He didn't move right away, making sure that I adjusted to his length, and when I felt an eternity had passed, I decided to initiate the movement, which led him to do the same.

His movement was slow and gentle as if worried that he would hurt me, but I suddenly shouted in delight when I felt something hitting inside me. 

"Found it!" he triumphantly muttered. 

"Found what!" My question turned into another scream when he hit me in the same spot over and over again, making me moan and scream at the same time. He kept pounding on me, repeatedly hitting that same spot that gave me this unexplainable and mind-blowing sex indulge feeling. 

I reached my climax first, but even so, he continued thrusting. And just moments later, I felt his body tense up, and a few minutes later, I felt his sperm squirting inside me. 

There was a mental image in my mind while imagining his seed swimming toward my ovary, making the baby that I longed for. 

I felt so exhausted and yet, satisfied with what happened between us, and never did I feel the regret of giving myself to a man which I assumed before. He kissed my lips before finally removing his half-hard manhood. 

He looked like he was in a blissful state, and the smile on his lips gave him a gentle demeanor. Who would have thought that having sex to a complete stranger is such a thrilling experience?