Page 3 of Short on Rent

Blake gasps. “Lora, baby, oh god. There you go. Such a good girl, showing me your pretty pussy. Fuck!”

The obscene, wet slapping noises start coming faster together while his moans grow louder between heaving for air like he’s running a race instead of just masturbating. His dirty words send a shockwave through me that I don’t understand, and I’m breathing as hard as he is, even though I don’t move so much as a muscle.

Blake lets loose a pained grunt as something crashes to the wood floor. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel what must be his hot breath on the backs of my thighs. I scream and try to lunge forward, but there’s nowhere to go.

“No! Don’t move. Stay just like that, baby,” Blake begs in a booming voice, surprisingly, without touching me.

I freeze in place, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I don’t dare twist around to see him because I don’t need to. That heavy thump on the floor was him falling to his knees behind me. I whimper when his raspy breaths fans over my skin, so close to my intimate regions.

“Another $100 to let me lick it. Please, please, I need to taste you.”

“But you said…you said no touching! I-I—”

“$150.”

Oh god. Oh god, oh god. That’s $350 total if I let Blake lick me. I can do that, can’t I? It’s not sex, not really, right? Right?

“O-Ok.”

Blake drops his forehead against my thigh. “Thank you, oh god, thank you.” I jolt at the first swipe of his tongue through my slit and cry out when he gently nips the edge of one of my lower lips. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good, so sweet. Tilt your hips more.”

I don’t think, I just do, going up on my tiptoes. The position is severely uncomfortable with my hands still gripping my cheeks behind me and the side of my face flat against the cushion, but I can tolerate it for a little longer for $350.

An unexpected moan escapes me that matches the one he lets loose when he thrusts his hot, wet tongue through the entrance of my pussy. It’s thicker than the super tampons I use, and though it feels so strange to have something wiggling and thrusting in and out of me, coupled with his warm exhales, it also feels kind of…good. I moan again when he curls his tongue, and my toes curl right along with it.

“Lora, baby, you’re fucking delicious.” Blake buries his whole face between my thighs to thrust his tongue deeper, his nose pressing against a place a nose most definitely should not go. Then there’s a slurping sound when he pulls his tongue out and licks me up and down, gathering the wetness I can feel dripping out of me.

I yelp when his hands suddenly make contact with my skin, ending the wet slapping noises. He palms my inner thighs, spreading them further and delving his tongue down to flick it against my clit.

“You said no touching!” I repeat with a yell as if he hadn’t already branded me with his tongue.

“I have to! I have to, sweet girl.” He tightens his grip, digging his fingertips into my sensitive flesh as he alternates rolling his tongue over my clit and thrusting it inside me.

Completely against my will, I rock my hips back and forth, humping Blake’s face, taking his tongue deeper, then pulling away. One of his hands leaves me, and he presses the pad of his finger firmly against my clit, rolling it around and around.

“Oh god, that feels—Blake!” My legs shake uncontrollably when the tingling that started in my clit builds and twists in my belly. My inner muscles clench around his undulating tongue, and warmth blooms in my core, traveling up my spine and making my eyes roll back in my head.

“I can’t believe it. Your pussy is dripping wet. You’re so unbelievably sexy. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

“I…I…what? That’s not—” I’m shocked by the primal noises I make as he attacks my pussy and increases the pressure on my clit, massaging it expertly. The pitch of my moans climbs higher, and the rest of the tension in my body breaks. Indescribable pleasure sweeps through me, and my inner muscles ripple in waves. “Blake! Oh god,” I moan long and low as exquisite heat gushes out of me, trickling down my thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. I knew you’d be a squirter—more proof you were made for me.” He licks long lines up and down my thighs, then suctions his lips around my pussy until it’s all gone. “I need you,” Blake says with a hoarse voice as he jumps to his feet and taps what must be his bare penis against my slit that I’m still holding open. He readjusts and presses the wet tip of it against my entrance. “$200 to let me stick it in. Please, baby, I need to get my cock inside your gorgeous wet cunt.”

Chapter 3

Lora

I’m so intoxicated by my first—epic—orgasm that I don’t think to stop Blake or negotiate. I hum, and just when I think he’s going to push his cock inside, he unexpectedly pulls me up to stand on numb feet. He sweeps an arm behind my back and one under my knees to scoop me up like a bride. No one has ever held me like this, and I love it. I twist into him to throw a loose arm over his shoulder and nuzzle my face against his thick neck, inhaling more of his scent, wishing I could hold onto this feeling forever.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a blissful sigh when he jogs the few steps to his bedroom, which has always been off-limits, and then pushes through his open door.

Blake flicks the light on and kisses my forehead tenderly like a lover would. “I need to see your eyes the first time I take all of you.”

He climbs onto the king-size bed to lower me on my back in the middle of his velvety lavender-colored comforter—curiously the same one I have on my bed—and my arms flop to my sides. What does he mean by the first time? Does he expect this to happen again? Is he…is he going to pay me to have sex with him more than once? Like a prostitute? Am I going to let him?

Shocked by that prospect, I can’t think of what to say, barely able to keep my eyes open after my orgasm to watch him climb off the bed and drag my shoes, socks, jeans, and white panties off of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says with awe, unblinking as he drags his gaze from my bare feet with my chipped silver toenail polish up to my covered chest.

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