He huffed and grunted, straining to get through. His balls slapped up against me, and the force of his hips drove me forward. I dug my face into the leather, grabbed the couch, and instantly, I was
reeling, flying, and screaming.
The rush was uncontrollable. It was alive, roaring through me, sending shivers over my stomach, down my legs, and into the deep, unknown parts of my body. Something jolted inside me, and a hot wave flew out. He kept his dick inside me and massaged my spot as long as he could. When he pulled out, he left me wanting more.
Chapter 7
Jake
I stood up with my cock still hanging out of my pants and grabbed a tissue off the end table. She rolled over and watched me with an eager look. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to reach out to me and pull me closer. I hated it. There was always that sense of obligation. I was the bad guy because I couldn’t go any further. Why couldn’t women understand that sometimes it’s just physical?
It was nothing personal, but I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t say anything. If I tried to talk about it, it would just make things worse, and she’d get bitter, so we were stuck in an awkward silence.
“That was amazing,” she said when I poured myself another drink.
I brought her one out of courtesy. “Here.” She took it and sat up. I watched her unfold. When I first met her, she was so anxious she could barely breathe. Now she was comfortable, genuine. I loved that. She wasn’t putting up a front. I didn’t think she could if she tried.
“You’re so innocent. I love it.” I took a drink.
“I am not innocent.”
“That’s the thing about innocence. You never know if you are.”
“I’d like to think of myself as purposefully naïve,” she said.
“That just makes you sound like a good girl who wants to avoid all the fun things in life. Something tells me that’s not you.”
“I won’t lie.” She stood up and pulled on her shorts, then strapped her bra on while I reached into my pocket. “I never do this.”
“It’s your first time?” I asked.
“Having sex? God, no. Of course not.”
I held out a folded stack of hundred dollar bills. She cocked her head in confusion.
“What the hell?” she asked.
“It’s for you,” I said. “What?”
“Oh, God.” She sat down and held her head in her hands. “I’m so stupid. I’m going to kill her. I’m going to drive down there right now and wring her slutty little neck. I cannot believe she got me into this. I should’ve known when I saw that prick. I knew there was something seriously wrong with him, and I went along anyway.”
“What are you talking about? Who is ‘she?’”
“My soon-to-be-late cousin, Loren. She told me to go down and talk to some thug parody named Tony about a job. She said that it was just a sexy package delivery service. Obviously, it’s a little more than that.”
“See, you’re innocent.”
“No, I’m stupid,” I said. “Put that money back in your pocket.”
“What? After what you did for me?”
“I’m not a whore. You’re not paying me for sex.”
I set the wad of money next to her. “It’s not dirty. It’s not wrong. It’s me showing my appreciation for one of the best fuck sessions I’ve had in a long time. You took this job for a reason, and I’ll bet it’s a good one, because you’re right: you’re not a whore.”
She snapped her eyes shut, reached for the money, and pulled the rubber band off. When the roll snapped open, she opened her eyes and stared at it, shocked. She didn’t say or do anything. I gave her what she deserved, but she clearly couldn’t believe it.
“Tony won’t make you do it, you know.” I sat down on the end of the couch.