What's Your Price

“You.”

“Which part of me?”

“Walk back to me.”

“Are you always this playful?”

“Only with you.”

She could live with that. Stepping back, she walked all the way until she was perched above him. He grabbed her hips. “Hold me.”

Laura reached between her thighs, held his cock, and slowly began to sink back onto his length.

They both moaned.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

Up and down, she rocked on his length, taking him as deep as she could. Gabe took over. With his hold on her hips, he began to rock her up and down his length.

She touched her pussy, stroking her clit, and rocked on him.

“That’s it. Come all over my cock, babe. Let me have it.”

Laura cried his name, and as she came, she flung her head back, resting on his shoulder. They were both panting for breath.

Gabe’s cock was still rock-hard inside her.

He lifted her up, and this time, he moved her. His slick fingers touched her asshole. She sank her teeth into her lip as he moved his cock to her back entrance.

Staring straight ahead of her, she expected pain, and there was a tiny bit as she sank on his length, but not too much.

He thrust inside her, going slowly. Taking her ass with control until she was fully seated on his length.

His hands moved from her hips, one going back between her thighs as the other glided up, wrapping around her neck, holding on to her. She moaned.

“I’m fucking addicted to you. Do you know that? I can’t get enough of you.”

“Please.”

He stroked her clit, two fingers rubbing either side. With her ass full, she couldn’t help but move, to cause the friction she needed more than anything. His lips bit down on her neck, and the pleasure went into a completely different world. She couldn’t think. All that was there was the pleasure he gave her.

Laura didn’t think it was possible to have another orgasm so soon, but Gabe stroked her body until she erupted in pleasure, begging him for more. He gave it to her, fucking her harder than ever before. She loved it.

He changed position, moving her so she lay on the sofa. Cushions were shoved beneath her pelvis, lifting her up for easier access. He held on to her shoulders and fucked her ass. She thrust back to meet him as he took her.

Each glide of his cock in and out turned her on even more.

“Oh, fuck, babe, I’m going to come.”

She was ready for it as he slammed in deep. His balls slapping against her pussy, she felt his cum filling her up. Each wave of it flooded her.

He hadn’t worn a condom. Not in her ass and not in her pussy either.

As the pleasure began to dissipate, nerves filled her.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“I just gave you two orgasms and fucked your ass. I know when you’re happy and when you’re not. Why have you pulled away from me?”

“I haven’t pulled away from you.”

His lips brushed across her ear. “Don’t lie to me.”

She sighed. He hadn’t pulled out of her ass.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she said.

“I’m clean.”

“So am I. It’s not about being clean. It’s about getting pregnant. I’m not on the pill.” She rested her head on her hand. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Well, I came in your ass, so that should be good.”

She chuckled. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

“And I could still get pregnant. Pre-cum can be fertile, you know,” she said. For some odd reason, she wasn’t angry, which she didn’t understand. Not angry at all.

“Well, whatever happens, we’ll take care of it.”

“We?”

“Yes. You and me.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to trade me in? Aren’t I a little old for you now?”

“You’re just being mean.” He slowly eased out of her ass, and he flipped her over.

She felt his cum dribbling out of her.

“Now, let’s have this conversation. I don’t want to talk to the back of your head.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Then let’s start with the easy stuff. I’m not trading you in. We’re both clean, and if you get pregnant, we’ll handle it together.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “How?”

He frowned. “I feel like that is a trick question.”

“It’s not. How would you like to handle it?”

“How do you want to handle it?” he asked.

“That’s not answering my question.”

“Laura, it’s not my body. It’s not my life. We’ve got to handle this the way you would want. Not me.”

She pressed her lips together. “Say … I wanted to get rid of it?”

“I’d make the arrangements.”

“What if I wanted to keep it?” she asked.

There was a long pause.

“Would you want to keep it?”

Laura nodded. “If we made a baby, I’d like to.”

“Then I’d make the arrangements for you to keep it.” He looked around his apartment. “We’d have to find somewhere to live. You couldn’t live in your shithole.”