Bought (His For A Week)

“Don’t worry. I’ll find out everything that works for you.”

Her breath had become uneven. They could both hear Ryan and Derek grunting. She gasped when he shifted her so that she lay on her back instead of her side. Her arse was now fully pressed against his pelvis. Reaching around her, he cupped a breast. He caressed the contour of the delicious orb. She gasped loudly when he passed over her nipple.

“Sensitive?”

He passed his hand back over the nipple, making her gasp again. The bud hardened beneath the shirt.

“Let’s start with your baps.”

“My what?”

“Your tits.” He began kneading the flesh. “Do you like that?”

“Umm...”

He watched the heaving of her bosom. Heat roiled

in his balls. She yelped when he tugged her nipple lightly. It was going to be fun playing with these.

Her arousal now permeated the air about them, and he dared to lower his hand to cup her mound. She breathed in sharply but made no protest. He rubbed her through the sweatpants and was satisfied to feel dampness seeping through the fabric. With his free hand, he played with her other breast while the hand below continued to grope her.

“I shouldn’t...”

It was a strange thing to say for a woman who had agreed to sell her body for money. He rubbed the fabric into her folds, making sure it grazed her clit. She released a soft moan.

“Oh, you’re such a good fucking slut,” Derek grunted while Ryan alternated between gasping and groaning.

“Really, we should...” Kimani tried.

He knew she was waging a losing battle. The natural desires of her body were going to overwhelm rational thinking. The more he stroked, the wetter she got.

Derek emitted a howl, evidence he had reached his climax. When it became quiet in that area of the patio, Ben almost wished Derek hadn’t finished yet. For once, Derek’s presence actually added something. Ben heard the sound of a lighter, then smelled the weed.

Several minutes later, Kimani began to writhe and tense in earnest. Tension tightened his groin. Her trembles made his blood boil. He made sure to slide his digits along the length of her clitoris. She whimpered, music to his ears. Her writhing grew bolder as she neared her climax.

“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered, right before she came, gyrating all over his body.

He lightened but didn’t stop his caresses, not until he had wrung the last of the spasms from her. Though his cock was harder than flint, he remained where he was. He had her where he wanted her. And he wasn’t done.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Just as Kimani had feared, she had stumbled off the cliff. But how far down would she fall before she splattered on rock bottom?

She lay atop him, breathing deeply, her body tingling. A blissful warmth had flooded her and she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to think about any consequences that would follow. She had allowed a subject in her story to masturbate her. And now that she had come, what was he going to expect in return? She could feel his hard-on pressing against her rump.

He slid his hand into the sweatpants. The flesh-on-flesh contact startled her, but he secured her with his other arm. His fingers combed through her pubic hair till they reached the wet flesh below. Was he getting her ready to have sex with him? Maybe there was a chance to pull herself back onto the cliff? They had messed around, but she hadn’t slept with him yet. Maybe he would be content with a hand job?

His fingers slid against the side of her clit, making her shiver. He found a spot that was still receptive to his touch. Very receptive.

Come on, Kimani, get it together.

Maybe this was what came of not having had sex in a while. A vibrator wasn’t the same. There was something scintillating about human touch—especially his touch. Unlike a lot of men, Ben took his time. He explored the terrain of her clitoris, hitting the spots that made her moan. Occasionally his fingers would graze her slit, and she found the possibility that he might enter her exciting.

This is wrong, Kimani.

And that probably only made it more titillating. As she warred with herself, his other hand fondled a breast. She was trapped against him, his hands working her erogenous zones. When he curled the tips of his digits into her pussy, she lifted her hips to meet him. Wetness gushed from her like she was a horny teenager.

Slowly, he sank his fingers farther into her wet heat. She let out a shaky breath when he withdrew his fingers.