What's Your Price

She started to move. Sinking down then up on his length. He gritted his teeth, relishing each touch of her tight cunt as it took him deeper.

Laura began to move, ever so fucking slowly. He held her hips once again and then thrust up, bouncing her on his dick and making her take more of him.

She arched up, and he wanted to see those large tits.

He shoved her shirt up her body, pushing it over her head. With a few flicks of his fingers, he had the clasp of her bra down, and then his hands were on her breasts. She had big, juicy ones with nice, large nipples.

Cupping them together, he couldn’t resist pressing his face against them. She moaned his name and he took one of her tight buds into his mouth, sucking on it. He used his teeth to bite down, loving the cries that filled the room. With the other, he massaged it with his fingers, tightening around the nipple, making her squirm for more.

This woman was fucking fire in his arms and he loved it. She continued to take his cock, thrusting on him.

Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her close, and she stared at his lips. He wanted to kiss her.

She pressed her fingers to his lips, but he was done with this woman taking charge.

With his hold on her, he took her to the sofa, holding her neck, driving into her. Her mouth fell open as it spilled out a cry, and he took full advantage. Slamming his lips down on hers, he traced across her mouth, and then her fingers were in his hair, kissing him back like her life depended on it.

So much fire.

So wild.

All his.

Every single part of her.

Laura could fight him and he’d relish the chase, but in the end, she would always belong to him. Every single part of her. He was a man who wasn’t used to playing, but he was excited to get started.

Driving into her cunt, he started to fuck her like she deserved. Pounding in and out. He kissed her and took her. His own orgasm was so close, but he didn’t allow himself to come. Instead, he pulled out of her and held her ass in his hands as he pressed his face against her core. He slid his tongue across her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then sliding down to plunge into her cunt.

She moaned.

Before he was done with her, she was going to come. He was determined to see it so. There were times to be selfish and when it came to this woman, he didn’t have time. He wanted her as addicted to him as he was to her.

She screamed his name, and as she came, he tasted her, swallowing her down. Within a matter of seconds, he was balls deep inside her. He grabbed her arms, pressed her to the sofa, and fucked her harder than ever before.

He couldn’t wait to get her into an actual bed.

Over and over, he took her until with one final thrust, he slammed in deep and poured his cum deep inside the condom. For the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t wearing one so he could see his creamy spunk leaking from her pussy.

After it was over, they both lay panting on the sofa.

He still held her hands so she had no choice but to stay perfectly still, or fight him.

She licked her lips and turned toward him. “My job?”

“I’ll talk to them tonight.”

“Both of them.”

“Why do you work two jobs?”

“They both pay well.”

“You know, I could give you a job,” he said.

“Working as your whore? No thank you.”

“You wouldn’t be my whore.”

“So the job you just suggested isn’t about me sleeping with you?” she asked. “How would I be working for you?”

He drew a blank.

She tapped his cheek. “No offense, but I know men. They get bored, and I refuse to rely on a man for money.”

He stroked her cheek. “You’re not very trusting, are you?”

“No man has given me anything to be trusting about.”

“What can I do to convince you?” he asked.

“Nothing.” She touched his cheek. “It’s in your sex to move on to the next one.”

Gabe frowned. “You don’t believe in love?”

She took a deep breath. “Gabe, I’ve seen the world. The real one, and it has nothing to do with love. Sex, money, and drugs are what make this world go around. Anyone who thinks otherwise is insane. You can’t tell me you believe in love.”

“No, I don’t believe in love and I won’t pretend to either. I do find it sad that neither do you.”

She shrugged. “I’m a realist, and I need to get home.”

“So you’re screwing me and heading home?”

“Pretty much. Will my rent stay hiked?” she asked.

He’d just fucked her. She’d come all over his face, and she was talking about work and hiked rent.