A Damn Hooker

Vanessa bit her lip in panic. God, she was just given a second chance at life and now she was probably going back to the Hades once more. Her eyes took in the extremely handsome man, who she thought should be in his early forties, yet looked hotter and sexier than men in their twenties.

He was a damn hooker!

Vanessa's eyes widened as she took in his rugged appearance. Then she snapped back to reality, stuttering.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was my car and..."

As she stuttered with her gaze locked into his eyes, Vanessa felt her knees wobbling and her heart pounding. The man's intense stare seemed to see right through her.

Vanessa's eyes finally rested on his cheeks and she let out a guilty expression. She had let her anger get the better of her, and now she had caused someone's injury.

“ I am so sorry, Mr. You got injured because of me…”

“ It's alright…as long as I am not the one you want to murder,” he chuckled, still staring at Vanessa.

Sawyer Campbell never thought his first encounter after coming back would end with a cut cheek from an obviously hurting woman. Somehow, he couldn't stop staring at her gorgeous face and luscious lips.

She kept biting them nervously, making him want to taste those lips too.

"Seems I do need a doctor," Sawyer said, his voice low and husky. "Good thing I'm at the hospital."

Vanessa smiled, and Sawyer's heart skipped a beat.

Biting her lips, she approached him but keeping a little distance. His aura was just too intimidating and the same time, alluring. “ Huh…maybe, I can help…?”

“ Really?” He asked, looking interestingly at Vanessa's worried face.

"I know I am a mess right now, but I am a doctor," she said. "Let me fix it."

"Okay," he said, his voice commanding. "Fix it."

Sawyer watched as Vanessa pulled a first aid kit from her bag and began to tend to his wound. Her hands moved with precision, and he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

She was definitely perfect in this. His eyes kept roaming around the busy Vanessa as he enjoyed each touch on his skin.

But as Vanessa finished dressing his wound, Sawyer felt a pang of disappointment. He didn't want her to stop touching him.

He wanted more…

He felt a pang of desire, and before he knew it, he was pulling her close, his hands on her waist.

Their eyes met, and Vanessa's lips parted slightly. She was feeling drawn to him. She was attracted to the stranger she had just met. Could it be because of Justin's betrayal or her own sexual desire yet unfulfilled?

As if Sawyer saw right through her, he leaned in with his lips inches from hers.

"Trust me," he whispered. "These hands were destined for an OR. And something else…"

“ Some-th-ing else…?” Vanessa stuttered, trying to swallow her desire yet failing miserably.

“ Something else…like this,” Sawyer breathed in her ears as he whispered softly, his hands gripping tightly to her tiny waist.

That was all Vanessa needed to hear to trash whatever Justin had said to her. As much as Sawyer was a stranger to her, she felt a sexual pull toward him.

She wanted him.

No, she needed him. Now.

Vanessa's eyes flashed, and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Sawyer's world went dark as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Sawyer smiled.

"You can go home and think about whoever that got you riled up or..." he said, his voice low and husky.

“ Or what?” Her ragged breathing made her vulnerable.

"Or...you can come home with me.”

**

All Vanessa could think about was making her second chance at life worth every minute. What was more perfect than having a hook with a dashing Greek god?

His invitation was exactly what she needed.

Vanessa impatiently waited as he drove to his apartment; fortunately, it was just a five-minute drive away from the hospital. As soon as they got to his apartment, Sawyer's lips brushed against Vanessa's neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“You are intoxicating…” he whispered, casting her lustful stares. "... irresistible, you know that?"

He just couldn't wait as he banged the door shut, his lustful thoughts getting the better of him. And her, too.

Sawyer lifted her against him, her back propped against the front door, his hands cradling her hips.

Vanessa's bag slipped to the floor with a dull thud, quickly forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"You know what your lips are right now?" He asked in a husky voice that made her cunt throb with need.

She gulped, her heated gaze beholding his lustful ones. "Wh-what?" She muttered.

"Temptation. Irresistibly succulent. Daring me to have a taste. And do you think a man like me..." He inclined his head till their lips almost touched. "...would dare to resist such delicious opportunity?"

She shook her head, her gaze still locked on his, "Then...claim them," I told him with a daring gaze.

"We're on the same page, Cupcake."

He locked his lips with hers passionately, his tongue made his way into her mouth, dominating her submissive tongue.

After the kiss ended, he stopped lifting her, placing her feet gently on the floor.

Without wasting time, she took off her gown, leaving her in her black lace bra and red panties.

"What a sight for sore eyes," he praised as he closed the little distance between them, cupping and lifting her ample clothed breasts.

"I'm a lucky man," he said, planting a kiss on her cleavage.

"Oh damn yes you are," she responded in a sultry tone.

He freed the left boob and inclining his head, his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking on it, flicking his tongue around it and then gently nibbling on it.

"Ah..." A moan escaped her parted lips as she arched into him, her lids hanging low from pleasure. "Suck me more," she muttered, her fingers running through his hair.

He freed the other boob and his left hand began to fondle it. Then his index finger and thumb pulled on her right nipple, tweaking and twisting it while he simultaneously altered between licking and grazing his teeth gently on the left nipple.

Damn, her panties were soaked at this point. She needed him. Inside her. Ramming her pussy like crazy.

After he was done with her boobs, he scooped her in his arms and took her to his capacious, tastefully-furnished bedroom.

Placing her at the edge of the king-sized comfy mattress, he lowered himself to his knees and slowly but sensually took off her soaked panties.

Next, he spread her legs, "Look at you, already soaking wet. What a naughty damsel," he said while palming her meaty cunt.

Next, he lowered his head and brought his face to her coochie, sniffing.

"Damn, you smell heavenly," he remarked, his tongue darting out to lap up her nectar.

She wanted to push him away, her knees getting weaker. His hand caught her wrist before it touched him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

She didn't answer. She didn't need to. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere.

He pulled her onto the bed. Not rough. Deliberate. Her knees hit the mattress, and he turned her onto her stomach before she could brace.

One hand on the back of her neck. Not pressing down. Just resting.

"You came." His voice was low. Flat. "I didn't say we were done."

Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel him behind her — the heat of his body, the shift of his weight on the mattress.

His free hand slid down her spine. Slow. Each vertebra. One after the other until he reached the small of her back.

"You're going to take more."

It wasn't a question. It was a dripping fact.