Highest Bidder

I cupped his head with one hand and then roughly slipped the other into the front of his slacks. My hand closed around his cock. A breathy grunt of approval immediately escaped from his lips. Encouraged by his response, I fisted him and began to stroke him within his slacks. His forehead fell against my chest. I needed him in my mouth right then but the moment I grabbed his fly to unzip, I was pulled away from the counter. My ass was pressed against him. His hands came around and the button of my jeans unfastened.

My entire body quaked in anticipation of his touch. I ground my ass against his crotch until his hand roughly slid into the panties, and grabbed my soaked sex, hard. My mouth opened at the brute pleasure.

“Have I told you,” he muttered close to my ear. “That I’ve never been this desperate for anyone in my life?”

His words made me smile, but I couldn’t concentrate as my toes began to curl at what he was doing to my sex. As he traced kisses down my neck, he stroked my throbbing clit in hard circular motions that made my hips dance and twist in delicious agony.

In one swift movement, I jerked my panties from my hips. When they were midway across my thighs, he rewarded my efforts by slipping two of his fingers inside me.

“I want your cock!” I rasped, “I can’t wait.”

“You have to,” he responded lazily.

I felt my head go fuzzy. Burying his head in my neck, he thrust his fingers in and out of me. I used the opportunity to slip his cock out of his pants and slip it in between my ass cheeks. I rocked my hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, as breathing became more and more difficult with each passing moment.

He was so in tune with my body that he was able to sense when I was about to come, or perhaps my mindless thrashing against him was a clear enough indication. He suddenly withdrew his fingers but before I could cry out in protest, I was lifted up and deposited on top of the counter. The cord of the toaster behind me was torn out of the socket and the machine crashed to its demise and so did the jars of ceramic canisters beside me.

At the ear-splitting crash, my mouth hung open and he quickly covered it with his, effectively deleting every thought from my brain as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of me. I was nearly there, my walls pulsating around his fingers, gripping and releasing the thick fingers uncontrollably.

He jerked my thighs apart and swiped his tongue, hard and hot down my sex. I was so wet the juices of my arousal were already trickling down my thighs.

“Fuck me, Brent,” I screamed in frustration.

With a hard grip on my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the counter, and without any warning, obliged my request. He shoved his cock into me.

My moan was throat deep and endless as my hands struck the counter in torment. “Oh God,” I screamed, as his thick cock stretched me. Barely coherent, I grabbed his hair as my legs encircled his waist to drive him deeper into me.

He began to pound into me. My hands slid down to cup his wonderfully firm ass. It was flexing and straining as he chased his orgasm. As his thrusts grew harsher, deeper and more frantic, my sex spasmed around his erection.

“Fuck, Freya!” he roared into my ear.

Something about the rawness of his tone sent me over the edge. I exploded and it triggered his climax, sending bursts of hot semen shooting into me. His groan was guttural as he emptied himself into me, the sound echoing in the massive kitchen.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as our bodies quaked from the force of our shared explosion.

“You’re going to make me lose my mind!” he muttered. “You’re going to fucking make me lose my mind.” He continued to move, milking every last ounce of pleasure out of both of us as his arms tightened almost painfully around my waist. As though he never wanted to let go.

He pulled me off the counter with him still lodged inside me and my legs in place around his hips.

“Brent, I can’t feel my legs,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry. You feel stronger because I’ll feed you after we’re done,” he said.

“We won’t be done today,” I responded, surprising myself at my greed for this man. “I want you to fuck me on every surface in this house.”

He kissed me with his approval. “That’s the plan, but we’ll go in rounds otherwise we might both be rushed to ER.” He placed me against a door.

I buckled in cradling his head to my neck, as he began to slam into me all over again. The loud smacking sounds filled the room. It was the perfect melody to our union.

Freya

Two hours later, Brent was lying across the bed next to me, his hand under his head to prop him up and the platter of takeout boxes we had delivered were spread between us.

I was in the olive-green sweater he had been wearing earlier, but he had forced me to sit with my legs crossed so he could look at my pussy while he ate. I was sure that I had never felt more excited to be alive.

“What did you mean earlier?” I asked, chopsticks in hand as I nibbled on a piece of fried dumpling. “When you said that I wouldn’t need to take the test.”

He pulled his gaze from my open pussy and briefly smiled.

I licked my finger. “What did you mean? Are you expecting me to fail or something?”

“Not at all. Merrill Lynch is known for their impossible working hours. With the demands I intend to make on your body, you might end up feeling too exhausted after a while. Then you’ll come join my accounting department.”