C - Smut
C is for Courtesan.
The sound of moaning could be heard by the staff halfway down the hall; but the two inhabitants in the room from which the sounds emanated could not have cared less. The woman Damon was bouncing on his cock, was covered in a thin layer of sweat that dripped from her forehead, and her flushed neck. When Damon called for someone special to visit him that night, he had expected a beautiful, talented woman - he had not expected the stunning, charming, perfection that was Bonnie.
"Oh...god...shit..fuck me." Bonnie moaned, leaning her face against his left shoulder. Damon's hands were grasping firmly at her plump ass as he thrusted his hips upwards, driving his length into her wet pussy at a dizzying pace.
The sounds of her moans, and the look of pleasure on her face was enough to motivate him to fuck her even harder, but not until she answered one little question.
"What do you want me to...do?" Damon husked into her ear, struggling to catch his breath, but smirking crookedly.
"Mmmnn, fuck me hard." she gasped.
When he bucked his hips up harder, Bonnie swore she could see the dollar signs in the blurr that accompanied her orgasm.