I stared at him in shock before saying, "I'm sorry. I have the wrong room." My voice was high pitched and squeaky, likely alerting him to my embarrassment.

His gaze fell to the coat I was wearing, "No. You have the right room."

Oh my fucking God.

I didn't think to ask Ava for a picture of the man since it wasn't important. Looks weren't at the top of the list for these kind of things.

He stepped back from the door, "Come in."

I think the fuck not.

"I don't think that's appropriate." I said uncomfortably, "You know because of.. you know."

He didn't look the slightest bit surprised that I was standing here and I was wondering why, until I remembered Ava sent him my picture.

So he wanted to have sex with me.

My professor knows I'm an escort.

And he wants to have sex with me.

For some reason, knowing that he was attracted to me caused a surge of arousal to go through my body.

Maybe it was because of the way his eyes were fixated on mine, or the fact that the shirt he was wearing allowed me to see close to every inch of his thick muscles.

I'm hardly ever attracted to the men I sleep with, believing them to be some type of low-life, because who has to pay for pussy?

But this, this was different.

I stood in front of his open door, warring with my thoughts.

Ava's earlier words about him being nice & attentive replayed in my head as I continued to stupidly stand there and stare at him.

"Who said it had to be appropriate?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.

It was like my feet moved on their own accord as I stepped inside of the room. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly into a small smile at my movement.

I slowly closed the door behind me, keeping my eyes on his. In this moment, I didn't feel like an escort, I felt like a normal woman about to have sex with a man.

Until he reached into his pocket and extended his hand that contained crisp hundred dollar bills towards me.

Nevermind.

I accepted the money with my eyes on the floor, the embarrassment returning as I remembered that this was just a job.

He put his hand under my chin, lifting it to make eye contact, "You're far too beautiful to ever hold your head down."

Maybe he was just a dick in class.

I cleared my throat, "Should we get started..." I Trailed off, waiting for him to tell me what to call him.

"Jaxon."

The "x" was enunciated, which told me he took pride in the unique spelling. Never in my life had I met a black man named Jackson, let alone Jaxon.

He walked closer to me, helping me remove my coat. The cool hotel air hit me, causing goosebumps to appear on my exposed shoulders.

It wasn't the air that made my nipples harden however, but rather the fact that he was standing close enough to me that I could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and when he leaned to press a kiss to my shoulder, feel his length against my back.

My breathing hitched as he trailed his nose across my back, inhaling the slightest bit.

"Let me take this off." Jaxon murmured against my skin as his hand played with my dress strap.

Pulling my hair to the front, I allowed him to unzip me and stepped out when the dress pooled around my feet.

The usual confidence I felt in these moments were gone. I found myself hoping that he liked the lingerie I had chosen.

Kyser the man's dick was on hard when you had on a big ass coat.

That's true.

I needed to take control. I needed to not be this "shy" person because that's who Kyser was.

Not Desire.

I turned around and his face was closer than I expected, making me pull slightly back.

"You don't like kissing?" He asked while staring at my lips.

"No."

I didn't kiss clients because I felt it unnecessary. We're here to fuck and go home. There's no need to do something as intimate as kissing.

Oh the irony.

Jaxon nodded, "May I ask why?"

"No."

He nodded again, this time with a smile, "Okay."

His hands gripped my hips and pulled me against him as he placed kisses along my neck line.

Abruptly, I was hoisted in the air and he continued his assault on my neck while pressing his dick against my center.

My hips moved on their own accord, searching for friction to bring some form of relief.

"You like grinding against my dick?" He asked in a husky voice.

I nodded my head, doing it again. At this point, I wasn't playing a role. I actually wanted him to fuck me.

He walked us towards the bed, laying me down before removing his shirt.

"Oral?"

"Not necessary."

I've yet to have a pleasant experience when I receive head from these men. It's always terrible.

I watched from my spot on the bed as he removed the rest of his clothes and rolled on a condom.

He walked over to the desk in the room and tapped it, "Come here."

Well why would you take me to the bed?

I obliged, sliding off the bed and walking over to him. He bent me over the desk, undoing my bra but leaving the thong on.

He knelt down, his lips ascending my thighs slowly. He seemed to be taking his time, enjoying himself, and it threw me off a bit. I'd expected this experience to be focused on his pleasure.

He had no obligation to be concerned with my needs or enjoyment, so it confused me that he was kissing up the backside of my body.

It seemed like something a lover would do.

His kisses continued over the swell of my ass, and up my back until he was in my ear, "Let me see how wet that pussy is."

A hand came into contact with my pussy, stroking me ever so softly. A small moan escaped my mouth as I spread my legs wider to allow him more access.

"You want me to fuck you Kyser?"

I froze, happy that he couldn't see my face, "Desire."

"My apologies."

Who the fuck talks like that?

"It's fine."

He moved his erection teasingly across my skin, brushing it against my lower back, my ass, and thighs. He then rubbed the head over my sex and I wished he would just hurry up.

"Do you plan on fucking me today?"

Jaxon laughed, "Are you in a rush?"

As I opened my mouth to answer, he pushed into me, a moan coming from deep within his throat.

I gasped in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. The size of him made it inevitable that he would hit my spot as he continued to slowly penetrate me.

"You know how long I've been wanting to fuck you?" He breathed as he gripped my hips tighter, "How long I've been wanting to bend you over my desk and shove my dick in you?"

We continued to fuck like this for a while, Jaxon's pace steadily increasing as he continued to praise me in my ear.

As his thrusts became harder and impossibly deeper, I wanted to cry out. I wanted to moan, and scream, and call his name. The urge to allow myself to let go of the whimpers and groans was overwhelming but I pushed them down, needing to keep some form of control.

That was forgotten when I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Fuck." I moaned.

The waves of pleasure surged through me like a wild fire, my pussy clamping around Jaxon as my back arched into him.

"So fucking tight." He grunted, "Cum on my dick."

My body surrendered completely to him, rocking in sync with his as he got closer to his climax.

I felt his hand wrap around my hair pulling my head back and causing my arch to deepen while he continued to fuck me.

"Tell me to cum for you." He demanded in a low voice.

"Cum for me Jaxon." I replied immediately.

"Call me Master."

Call you who?

Ava said he was into bondage and some other shit, but I thought the other shit was...

Well I don't know but I didn't think it was this.

Swallowing loudly, I did what he asked, "Cum for me Master."

After slamming into me two more times, he let out a guttural moan, his semen filling the condom.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of me, and I then realized he never took my thong off.

Yay.

I straightened up slowly, walking over to where my dress and coat was.

"Do you need help?"

"No thanks."

He nodded, "Thank you for coming."

The mirror aided me in making myself look presentable again as I fixed my hair to its original state.

I looked at Jaxon and smiled, "Thank you for having me."

There was no need to hear his response so I opened the door and walked out.

As I was standing in the elevator, it hit me.

This was the first time in a long time that I didn't feel like a complete whore.

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author's note: thanks for reading