Page 4 of Short on Rent

Until today, I never once thought he might find me attractive. I was severely underweight when we met, and then, after I moved in, I rapidly started gaining weight, swinging from one end of the spectrum to the other. I wouldn’t believe he’s telling me the truth if he wasn’t looking at me like he never wants to let me out of his bed.

He snaps out of it when I squirm and pulls his shirt off. My jaw drops at seeing his broad shoulders and smooth, muscular chest. I’ve never seen him without all of his clothes on since I spend most of my time at school or work. He works from home and is always holed up in his room at his desk, so we rarely cross paths—except for when I have to explain why I can’t pay my portion of the rent, of course.

Oh god, I’ve been missing out.

Blake is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen—I’m sure anyone who sees him would agree with me—but he’s always been so standoffish, so out of my league, that I haven’t spent much time thinking about him outside of my dreams every night. Plus, he’s a lot older.

There’s a framed photograph of him in his cap and gown on the tall bookshelf in the living room with the year he graduated college, so I know he’s somewhere in his late twenties. I was surprised when I first saw the picture since the university he attended is in the same city I used to live in before I moved here. When I commented on it, he just went into his bedroom, and I didn’t see him again for nearly a week.

I make a slightly strangled sound when Blake steps out of his dark blue jeans, leaving him gloriously naked. I trail my eyes down his body until I can confirm that the large cock I felt pressed against my entrance is fucking huge as it swings between his firm legs carved with muscles.

He drops a knee on the bed and crawls toward me like a predatory animal approaching its prey to straddle my hips, and I sink into the soft mattress under his heavy weight. I make no move to stop him when he thumbs the hem of my top and slowly unbuttons it, exposing my soft belly and clean but embarrassingly dingy bra.

With a low growl that sends a flash of heat straight to my pussy, Blake helps me sit up so he can tug my top off. He reaches behind me to unhook my bra and pull that off as well, then tosses my clothing over the side of the bed, leaving me as naked as he is. His huge cock twitches as it swells even larger, and he licks his bottom lip like he wants to eat me.

We lock eyes—his blazing with unmistakable desire. “There you are,” Blake says. “Such beautiful eyes, pretty girl. I need you to keep them on me. Don’t look away.” He dips his head and cups my cheek, caressing it with his thumb, then slants his warm, plush lips over mine. It feels natural to close my eyes when he licks the seam of my mouth and slips his tongue inside, but he breaks the kiss to demand, “Eyes on me.”

It takes effort to keep them open when he pushes his tongue deeper, licking mine softly, tasting like…me, I guess. It’s so surreal that my first real kiss is with the man who has never—until today—directly faced me.

I don’t know what to do with my hands, feeling awkward as I overthink it until I eventually, hesitantly, lift them to rest my palms over his ribs, making him moan. It feels so foreign but heavenly to be held and touched like this after how frantic and demanding he was with my body earlier. To be held at all, actually. No one has ever touched me as if they cared about me. Not unless you count the brief side hugs my social worker would give me in sympathy or pity whenever she had to place me in a new foster home that we both knew wouldn’t last long.

Blake settles his weight on his elbows on either side of my shoulders, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss as he presses a knee between my thighs, then the other, forcing me to spread my legs. He draws back and hikes one of my knees up around his ribs. “Take a deep breath.”

Anxiety rockets through me at his commanding tone. I do as he says right before he angles his cock head at my opening, drops his hips into the cradle of my thighs, and then forcibly drives his length inside me. I let out a high-pitched shriek as my eyes slam shut, and my stomach seizes at the searing pain. His cock is so long and thick that it feels like I’m being ripped apart from the inside out, and I brace my hands against his chest to push him away. I grit my teeth when he snaps his hips back, pulling his cock out until just his fat, flared tip remains inside me.

“No, no, no. Give me your eyes, baby, please.” They automatically fly open wide with panic. The intensity of our immediate eye contact is only broken when he leans back and darts his attention down to where we’re joined. “Look at that, pretty girl. Fuuuuck me. You did such a good job, taking half my cock in your tight, little virgin pussy.”

“There’s more?” I whisper-yell in disbelief. I thought he had pushed all of it in me, my muscles already straining to the max to stretch around what is terrifyingly only half of him. My mind snags on what else he said. “How did you know I was a virgin?” I never told him that. I cry out when he ignores my question and roughly pushes back in. “Ow, Blake, it hurts! Please stop,” I beg brokenly.

And though it’s the truth, there’s a little something there that dulls the sharp tip of the knife when he pulls out once again and thrusts all the way in, his narrow hips slapping against my inner thighs. Blake flattens his solid chest against mine, smashing my breasts between us, and shifts to brace his weight on just one elbow while he snakes a hand between our bellies, working it down until his fingers are on my clit.

“I know, sweet girl. I’m sorry it hurts,” he says as he snuggles his clean-shaven face in the crook of my sweaty neck. “But your precious body was made to take my cock, already wet and stretching perfectly for me. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll beg me not to stop.”

His hips pick up the pace as he rocks in and out and rolls my clit until ecstasy slowly replaces the searing ache, building exponentially higher the longer he works it. The muscles that were instinctively clenching to try to push him out now clench to keep him in whenever he pulls his hips back. I start bucking mine to meet him halfway as I writhe under his weight, no longer able to lie still.

“Blake, oh god, it’s…it’s happening again.” I slide my hands up to fist his lustrous hair for something to hold onto and yank on his strands every time he plunges deep within me.

“Yes, yes! Pull my hair, baby, and cum on my cock like you did on my tongue.” He attacks my clit and pants in my ear, “Fuck, fuck, I can feel you clenching so good, so tight, fucking choking my dick. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”

My belly caves in, knowing he isn’t wearing a condom. My clit pulses with excitement even as my rhythm falters. “No. Y-You can’t. You have to—”

Blake slips his hand up to hold me by the throat as he continues to piston his hips, making the skin on my inner thighs sting every time our bodies clap together. I cry out, tuck my hips, and try to wriggle away to avoid it.

His voice is the deepest, grittiest I’ve ever heard, with a dangerous glint to it when he says, “I’ll pay your full rent if you let me cum inside your bare pussy.” His next thrust is rougher, harder than all the others, inching me up the bed.

“But I’m not on birth control!”

“Oh, Lora,” he moans with longing, as if he’s pleased by that admission, and slides his hand from my throat under my back to hold me close. “Nine months rent. A year. Three years! I’ll pay it all if you let me cum inside you, baby. Fuck, fuck! I have to cum.” His cock becomes a jackhammer, pounding into me as he whispers in my ear, “It belongs to you, sweet girl. Say yes, and let me give it to you. Say it!”

I scream Blake’s name as I curl and convulse when I reach the peak of my climax. My mind is utterly awash with euphoria, and I can’t form the words to say yes or no. The only thing I can do is moan and hold onto him while my body feels like it’s flying.

“Lora!” He roars and bites my neck like an animal, muffling his voice as he drops his weight flat on my belly and orgasms with his bare cock inside me, flooding me with his heat. My inner walls clamp down around his swollen shaft with each wave of my orgasm until I’m left shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure, too blissed out to think through the consequences of what Blake has done by the time it ends.

I don’t know how long we lay there, him on top of me, pinning me to the plush mattress, but eventually, our heart rates slow, and Blake draws himself off me to sit back on his knees. He slides his softening cock out, leaving me feeling empty and cold. The slow leak of his cum down my ass is oddly familiar, though I can’t figure out why.

“Look at that, pretty girl. So damn sexy, finally giving it to you straight from the source,” Blake whispers with something like worship. “To see it leaking out of your perfect pussy in the light…”

I have barely enough energy to wonder what he means by finally and straight from the source before he strokes his cock until he’s fully hard again and eases back inside me.

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