January to December: A Twelve Month Serial of Calendar Girl

just bet he was a pretentious rich boy whose mommy didn’t want to be embarrassed by the Hollywood harlots he trotted to posh events. At least, in my head that’

“You’re looking lovely this afternoon, Mia,” Wes’s mother praised, pulling me into a hug. It was an odd sensation having a motherly type hug me as if she genuinely wanted to give her affection

I flopped over to the side of the bed after giving Wes one helluva ride.
“Now that, sweetheart, that was a fucking ten!” he praised. Laughing, I pinched his nipple playfully. “Ouch! Hellcat!”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” He leaned over and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair pulling me on top of him. “Again?”
“Can’t help it, you make my dick harder than a surfboard,” He licked into my mouth and squeezed the fleshy handle at my hip.
“Did you seriously just compare your dick to a surfboard

“Your body makes me stupid. I forget how to string two words together,” he offered as an excuse

“Okay, okay,” I took deep breaths of blessed air into my lungs. “I’ll say you’re a solid eight.” He wiggled his fingers again. “Okay a nine!” I screamed, and he continued his assault. “Nine point five!” He stopped.
“Nine point five, room for improvement…” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll take it and turn it into a ten before the month is over

He rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. “Hey!” I chided with a big smile plastered across my face.
“A seven! You give me a seven even though you have nothing to compare it to?” He laid a messy kiss against my lips. His hands stroked down my ribs and started wriggling. Instantly, I howled with laugher. Once he saw how ticklish I was, he went for gold, digging into my ribs, waist, and thighs until I was thrashing around, screaming for him to stop, laughter contorting my vision.
“Admit it? I’m a big, fat ten!” He slowed then stopped his torture

“But?” he prompted and I shook my head. “If you wanted to be an actress, how did you end up an escort?”
“Money.” I shrugged. “You’re my first, you know,” I confided. He turned towards me so we were facing one another. His face filled with confusion. “My first client,” I finished.
“Ah, and how’s it going so far?” he smiled

Wes collapsed over me, his breath coming in fast pants against the hair of my neck. We were both winded, lost in our combined pleasure. He rolled off then tugged me to his chest. We spent the next few minutes making out like teenagers. The room smelled of the ocean, sex, and the faint remnants of my perfume, Tresor. Pretty much, perfection. If you could bottle the scent, I’d wear it every day

I groaned, my head tipping back, no longer able to watch while he pushed that last inch inside. He was already so deep. “Mia,” he whispered, his voice tight. My eyes snapped open and stared at his lust-filled gaze. He braced himself on his elbows and his hands cupped my cheeks. He reared his hips back and slammed home as his lips took mine. United in that moment as one body, there was no Mia or Wes. There was just us.
The kiss was fiery hot, wet, and overwhelming. He plunged his tongue into my mouth the same way his cock rammed into my body. With precision, depth, and so much pleasure, everything that I was, quaked with the effort

Watch me take you the first time,” he said, his voice a sexy, possessive growl. And I did. Watched, as he took me inch by torturous inch