7
Alaric
It didn’t take me long to figure out why Monroe asks for nine hundred dollars specifically. After I checked out the senior home I watched her visit the other day, a simple look at their website told me that this is the cost for someone to stay there. So she lied to me about her family. She must have someone in there she loves, someone she is willing to spend her entire paycheck for.
I can’t even imagine loving someone so much. To stay in that shitty place she lives in, work at Purgatory, and whatever else shit she’s doing. The way she begged for money the first night we met is put in a whole new light now because she didn’t beg for herself. She begs for someone she cares for.
She is selfless, innocent, and so fucking sweet. She couldn’t be any more of my opposite. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her—opposites attract and all.
After a quick morning meeting with my boss, I drive back to my house in a hurry, knowing she’s tied to my bed. If she hadn’t already made me come earlier today to take the edge off, I would probably be jerking off in the car right now. Fuck, this woman is driving me insane.
I pull into my garage and kill the engine. The garage door hasn’t even come down all the way before I grab the bag of takeout from the passenger seat and head inside the house. I set the bag of food on the kitchen table and speed walk to the bedroom.
I open the door and find her on the bed just as I left her. She’s awake, glaring at me with the cutest pout on her face.
“Miss me?” I ask with a grin. She basically scoffs at me, making me smile even wider.
“The only thing I miss is not being tied up.”
“I’ll undo your cuffs soon but not just yet. First, I’m going to return the favor,” I tell her as I slip out of my shoes and climb on to the bed.
She jerks away from me, crawling up the bed as much as she can with her hands tied to the headboard. “What are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m returning the favor.” Grabbing her ankle, I pull her toward me so she’s flat on her back again. A shocked yelp falls from her lips, and I grasp her other ankle before she can even think about kicking me.
“You don’t have to do this.” She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I still manage to tug my sweatpants off her legs.
“I know.” Grabbing her knees, I spread her open for me and move between her thighs. “But I really want to.”
She starts to say something else, probably arguing with me about not doing this, but her words are cut off when I lower my head and bury my face in her pussy.
I run my tongue right through her slit, and we both moan in unison. Digging my fingers into her thighs to keep her legs spread, I devour her like a starving man.
I lick, suck, and nibble on her clit until she wiggles beneath me, lifting her hips to get closer to my face. I peek over her flat stomach and between her breasts to see her expression.
Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted. Her chest heaves, and her hands are wrapped around the headboard rails as if she needs something to hold on to.
Running my tongue down her slit, I dip it into her cunt, drawing another moan from her lips. She is so fucking tight that even my tongue won’t go in far.
Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, and I know she’s going to come soon. I go back to the small bundle of nerves and give it my full attention, circling my tongue around it before sucking hard.
Her back arches off the bed as she falls apart. Her body tightens, and she tries to close her thighs as her release coats my tongue. I keep her spread open so I can lick her pussy clean. I want every drop.
After her moment, her body goes slack, but she continues to breathe heavily as if she just ran a marathon. I sit up so I can take in her sated body. Her pussy is glistening with wetness, and her clit is red and swollen. I can’t wait to finally fuck her.Soon…
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are still closed as she’s trying to catch her breath, but they fly open when I start moving off the bed. She watches me with hooded eyes while I take out the key from my pocket and unlock her cuffs.
Silently, she rubs at her wrists and closes her legs like she’s suddenly feeling shy.
“Come on, I got us some lunch. I just wanted to eat my dessert first.” I smirk, making her cheeks turn even redder.
I climb off the bed, adjusting my dick to get a little bit more comfortable. Monroe scurries off the bed too, grabbing her discarded sweatpants and putting them on in a hurry.
She goes to use the bathroom and wash up before I walk her to the dining room area. She takes a seat, and I enter the attached kitchen to grab two bottles of water and some silverware. My house has an open floor plan so I can watch her from anywhere in the living area.
“You can unwrap the food and see which one you like the best,” I tell her as I take the seat next to her.
She peeks into the bag and grabs one of the sandwiches and a small bowl of soup. I hand her the spoon, and she digs in as soon as she pops the lid open.