“So you’re saying I changed you?”
Preston shook his head, “You didn’t just change me… you changed everything. I thought I’d never fall in love. I thought I’d always just be the kind of guy who’d sleep with every girl I can hook up with since I have money. When I bought you at the auction, I thought it was just going to be as simple as paying you for sex, but the more we spent time together, the more things became more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was so soaked in the rain now and it was getting really cold. I shivered but I didn’t want him to see that. “Tell me what you mean!”
“What I mean is that I love you!” he shouted back. “I love you, Lyla Bishop! I just thought you wouldn’t love me back if I didn’t keep on paying you.”
Smack!
I watched as Preston stumbled a step back when I punched him in the face. God… I never punched anyone before. My hand hurt so bad from the impact but when I looked over at him, I saw he didn’t even seemed a little bit phased from the hit.
“What the hell was that for?” he asked me as he rubbed his cheek.
“Why the hell would you think that way?” I asked him. I was gritting my teeth and trying hard to calm my nerves down. The rain wasn’t helping, either. “Damn it, Preston… sure, I needed the money when we first began but didn’t you notice anything? I didn’t want to get paid for sex anymore. I’d have sex with you regardless of the money. You know why? I’d do it because I love you too, you bumbling moron!”
Preston stared at me for what seemed like forever. Then, almost out of nowhere, he smiled and pulled me in for a hug. As soon as our bodies smacked together he pulled my face up and pressed his lips against mine. It was the most sincere kiss we’d ever had since day one.
“I love you,” he whispered as the rain crashed on our faces.
“I love you too,” I told him. I leaned forward and kissed him back and our kiss continued on until he was pressing my back against my car and had his other hand underneath my pants, grabbing onto my ass with a reassuring squeeze.
He wiped the water off my face – a useless gesture, sure, but still so sweet – and gave me a smile. “Sorry I disturbed you. You’re soaking wet now too.”
“I’m wet between the legs too, if you were curious,” I whispered in a sultry voice. I leaned in closer and nibbled his ear before I said, “I have to step inside and change. Maybe you can come with me and make sure I never put anything back on.”
That put a big smile on his face and just like in any romantic movie in the past fifty years he picked me up and carried me inside. I giggled in excitement and joy. I could give him this morning. I could always head to the medical center later before lunch; I still had time.
All I wanted right now was to spend time with the one man I truly loved. Maybe our love story wasn’t the typical one but I was so glad he bought my virginity that day at the auction show.
When he brought me in he practically ripped my clothes off and tossed them into the bathroom. He took his own clothes off in a rush and pushed me down to the bed. Before I knew what he had in mind, he spread my legs and buried his face deep between them.
“O-oh my, P-Preston!” I moaned and stuttered when I felt the warmth of his tongue slithering my pussy lips. “Ooh, aah f-fuck it’s so good!”
Preston didn’t say another word and instead focused entirely on devouring my womanhood. I felt his tongue lash in and out as he dug it between my walls. When he’d pull
out he would go right back in to suckle on my pussy and even pinch my clit with his teeth, just enough to get me to squirm and shudder in ecstasy.
It was mind-blowing and intoxicating. I didn’t know how long he stayed there but soon enough I was dripping from another orgasm and Preston simply sucked on all my juices before he finally licked up my leg, up my belly and to my lips.
“I love you, Lyla,” he whispered after he gave me a quick but deep kiss. “I love you so fucking much I am never going to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I told him back as I reached down and stroked his throbbing, raging cock. “I love you too, Preston. I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck me, babe, please… just like our first night. I want to feel you all night long.”
With my words of consent I unleashed the beast within and Preston pounded his way into me, thrusting his cock between my legs and claiming me for his own. All through the night I could hear my voice echo and bounce across the walls as he plowed into me with such excitement.
There was not a single room in my apartment left untouched by our sex. He took me in the bedroom, on the living room couch, in the bathtub and on the kitchen counter. Even when I was exhausted, two hours after we began, he found new ways to spread me wide and make me experience new heights of pleasure. Even after he was spent he could still find it in him to vigorously fuck me and spill his cum in and all over me. By the time the night was done I was filled with his warm, delicious seed.
By the next morning, I was going to get up and make us breakfast but then I saw him resting, sleeping by my side. Naked, I was enticed by the sight of his meat and took it into my mouth. It was addicting and soon enough I was slobbering all over his cock until he woke up and decided to grab my head and continue fucking me for breakfast. I wouldn’t prefer any other meal but his meat.
In the end, I didn’t get to go see Doctor Holland until two days after but he was very kind and lenient about it. He even told me that it was okay given the stormy weather and was just happy I was safe. After another short interview, this time in front of the board of directors and other head doctors, they hired me to be the facility’s head nurse. This meant I would have administrative duties alongside being a nurse for the patients. When they showed me my salary, I felt a surge of pride – I would earn enough to provide for both myself and my dad without having to ask from Preston.
All my dreams came true. I had the man I loved, I had the job of a lifetime and I would never have to auction my body again to billionaire playboys willing to spend for a night of pussy. Even if someone offered me the money I’d still refuse. My body was for Preston and him alone. I was his and he was mine. I loved him.
Epilogue
Lyla
SIX MONTHS LATER