“You like that, Cherry?” My fingers dug into her shoulder as I kept her still and fucked her, my ass tightening and my balls swinging. I pressed the shower head tighter against her, putting it in a special place that she couldn’t control.
“Yes…”
“Hold it.” I let her take the shower head so I could hold on to her with both hands. I gripped her hips and thrust into her harder than before, driving my dick so deep inside her that she would be sore the second we were finished.
She kept the shower head against her body and came a minute later, the pressure doing all the work so I could enjoy her.
When I felt the flood of arousal surround my dick, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I used to pride myself on my impressive endurance, but ever since being with her, I seemed to last a shorter time with every single fuck. The second she came, I didn’t want to keep going. I wanted to explode and feel the same pleasure. I tugged on her hips and came inside her, moaning as I felt my seed shoot out and hit her deep. My fingertips dug into her skin, and I moaned as I finished, feeling so much satisfaction from an act I’d been doing with hundreds of women for well over a decade.
But with her, it felt particularly good.
I stayed inside her until I was completely done, fully embedded in that small pussy I destroyed with my large size. I slowly pulled out, the head of my cock dripping with my seed. The shower immediately washed it away, but I could see the come flowing from her entrance.
I admired my handiwork with a slight smile.
She straightened then returned the shower head to its metal stand. Her legs were wobbly, and she held the wall for balance as she righted herself. Her playfulness was absent now that she was satisfied. All her energy had disappeared, replaced by exhaustion.
“Never used a shower head like that?” I asked, knowing the answer without her response.
“Can’t say I have…”
“Well, it looks like you met your new best friend.”
“My second best friend.” She glanced at my dick. “I already have a first.”
When we sat down to dinner, I pulled out all the listings I’d printed out. “I found a few apartments I think you’ll like.” As far as I could tell, it didn’t seem like she’d been on the hunt for a new place to live. My penthouse was the epitome of luxury so it wasn’t surprising that she didn’t want to leave, but she certainly couldn’t live there.
She glanced at the papers, a slight look of disappointment on her face.
She’d been living with me for almost two weeks, and while it was a pleasure having her here, she couldn’t stay much longer.
She set down her utensils and looked through the pages.
I picked the cheapest places I could find on this side of town. Most of them were broom closets, but they were still affordable. “They are all available now, so whatever one you want, it’s yours.”
She flipped through all the pages before she tossed them onto the table. “Slate, I can’t afford any of these.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I can technically afford these, but I’d have no money for anything else.”
“Well, what’s more important? Being safe or having extra money?”
“It’s not about having extra money,” she snapped. “It’s about affording health insurance and food. Not everyone is a billionaire like you.”
“These apartments aren’t billions of dollars.”
“They may as well be because I can’t afford them. I can barely afford Brooklyn. If you really want me to leave, you need to suggest practical places. If I move in to one of these apartments, I’m gonna be just as poor as I was at my old place.”
“And safe—”
“No, Slate. If you really want me out, I can stay with a colleague until I get settled.”
“It’s not that I want you out.”
“I think it is. And if that’s the case, just tell me. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I didn’t want her to live with me, but I didn’t want her to stay somewhere else. I didn’t trust whoever she stayed with, and after everything she’d been through, I wanted her to feel comfortable. Ever since she stepped foot inside my door, she was noticeably calmer, more relaxed. “I just want you to find a nice place.”
“Unless I get a huge promotion, that’s not going to happen.”
I didn’t want her getting farther away from Manhattan, staying in another dumpy place just so the past could repeat itself. A woman like her should be protected, should be kept safe like a priceless jewel.
“I’ll ask around to see if anyone would mind—”
“You’re staying here. Argument is over.”
She picked up her fork again but didn’t take another bite. “You just need to accept the fact that I’m never going to have what you have. But you also need to accept the fact that that’s okay. Wherever I end up will be fine. I just need to save some money to replace the fridge that was stolen, as well as all the furniture I’ll need to buy.”