<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"That's my girl."<br/><br/>His statement wasn't meant to be demeaning but rather a compliment, a masculine labeling of possessive appreciation.  For the money he had paid to Nicole, which was a considerable amount, Lyla was "his girl" for the evening and now that they were settling down to business, he planned on showing her just how much that statement rang true with him.  He was going to show her just how much he had invested into this meeting between them by giving into the lustful anticipation of fucking her.<br/><br/>Bryce stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes taking in every feminine curve, every alluring bit of her beautiful body.  Every single inch was his to explore for the evening; in his mind, he owned her.  He would never voice such dark, archaic desires to her but it was enough that such notions existed in his mind.  He needed that sense of possession at the forefront, to know that he was the one in charge, the one who was directing the action.  Bryce Pierce got whatever he wanted and right now, all he desired was Lyla.<br/><br/>"Turn over.  Let me see that magnificent ass of yours again."<br/><br/>Bryce had always enjoyed the sight of a woman's behind, especially bent over the front of his desk but this was more than enticing.  His hard cock strained against the fabric of his expensive trousers as he watched her, the sexual tension building and the foreplay only making it that much sweeter.