<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"I hear you, baby.  I won't make you wait any longer."</em><br/><br/>She was thankful for that. The one thing that made her good at her job was how much she enjoyed sex. Right now, she was really enjoying the sex part of her job. Or rather, Lyla was really enjoying the build up to sex part of her job. She was trembling with anticipation and arousal. If he hadn’t told her to beg him for it, she would have anyway … she wanted his cock that damn bad.<br/><br/>A throaty, almost purring groan slid from her lips when he pulled her panties down and ripped them away. The silk was expensive, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the rush of pleasure she got from knowing he wanted inside her badly enough to not waste time or niceties on her undergarments.<br/><br/>As he slid behind her, Lyla was already moving. Her knees were spread wider apart and her hips undulating to beckon him closer. She needed cock, she needed his cock with every part of her being.<br/><br/>And then he was there, his arm around her hips and his cock sliding into her warm, welcoming embrace. Lyla groaned at the width of him, loving the pleasure filled pain of being so tightly stretched around him.<br/><br/>“Oh fuck …”<br/><br/>She didn’t waste time on adjusting, he didn’t either. Instinctively her hips began to buck and thrust back against him and her fingers tangled in the bed covers. Lyla needed that friction to build, needed it to build until she fell forward in a heap on the bed and came screaming.<br/><br/>“Fuck me, Mr. Pierce, don’t stop.”