Page 7 of Short on Rent

“Oh no, baby, I would never—” Lora tries to duck under my arm, but I drop my hand to her waist, my cock twitching, spitting more cum at the feel of her silky skin. “I would never kick you out. I love you!” More to myself, I mumble, “I was wondering why you were throwing up so often.”

She rears back, thumping her head against the wall. “How did you know …?”

“Shit,” I whisper under my breath. I shouldn’t have said anything. She can’t know that I’ve been—

“Fucking answer me, Blake! I deserve to know that much!”

I try to kiss her instead, but Lora turns her head to the side. I grip her chin to force it back and make her look at me. Her beautiful brown eyes swim with tears, and I want to flog myself for making her cry. For making her sick. I have to make it up to her. Give her orgasm after orgasm until she forgives me.

“Let me eat your ass, baby,” I plead with her, then crush my lips against hers, begging with my tongue for her to open up as I try to maneuver her with one hand toward the bed.

Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect, and she tries her damndest to knee me in the balls. I’m so much taller than her that she ends up nailing me in the upper thigh, hard enough to make me cough and finally let go of my cock.

“You know what? Fuck you! I’m not paying for your stupid stuff! And I don’t care how angry or disappointed you are. I’m not bending over again or letting you—”

I haul her up with my hands under her thick ass and throw her onto our bed. She tries to scramble away, but I jump on her, grab her flailing arms, and pin them by the wrists above her with one hand. I wrench her thighs open and force my still rock-hard cock inside her. She screams, and though a large part of me feels like shit for causing her so much pain, the primal part of me whispers that I need to take her with force so she knows who she belongs to and then soothe her with my words.

“Lora, fuck, listen to me. I was never—” She tries to bite my shoulder, so I cup my free hand over her mouth, being careful not to cut her lips on her teeth. “Damnit, you’re going to listen to me! I was never angry at you! I was disappointed in myself. Never, ever you.”

Her brows furrow, and she quits fighting me long enough for me to remove my hand. “I don’t…I don’t understand. Why?”

“I told myself I would wait until you turned twenty and finished your two years at the junior college. But goddamn, do you know hard it’s been—all this time I’ve spent waiting—when your scent is all over the apartment? When you’re sleeping unaware just a few feet down the hall from me? I’m angry and upset all the goddamn time, but it’s at myself because I keep failing.” I drop my forehead to hers, waiting to see what she’ll do now that I’ve told her everything.

She takes several stuttering breaths. “If that’s true, then why did you…?”

“Offer to pay to see your gorgeous pussy?” She nods, her forehead rubbing against mine. “I told you, it just slipped out. But then you said yes, and the little bit of control I maintained over myself snapped. You don’t understand the depth of my obsession with you. I barely understand it myself. I would have promised you anything and everything in that moment to have you awake.”

“Awake?” Her eyelashes flutter as her pussy spasms around me. “What—”

I slant my head to the side and kiss her to cut off her line of questioning. It’s a short, simple one at first, but then she raises her knees and tightens her thighs on either side of my hips when I whisper, “I love you, Lora. I have loved you since the moment I saw you in that police station and have never stopped loving you. Nothing has changed since I met you, except that my devotion to you deepens every single day. I pace outside your bedroom at night when you’re asleep, wondering if it’ll be the night my control snaps and I go into your room to take you…willingly or not.”

She sucks in a heaving breath and arches her back almost imperceptibly, but I notice it. I also notice how fast the vein on the side of her neck pulses with yet another one of my confessions—one of many. The thought that she might be turned on by everything I’ve revealed spurs me to continue.

“When you’re not here during the day, I steal your dirty panties out of your laundry basket and jack off with them until I cum.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Every single fucking day. Then I smear it on your pillows so you’ll smell me when you lay down at night. I smear it on the clean panties in your drawers, too. You have no idea what it does to me, knowing my girl is walking around with my cum in her panties every day. That I’ve claimed you as mine, even if you didn’t know it.”

Her whole body shakes, and I inch back to drop my eyes to take in how her gorgeous tits jiggle. They’ve grown so much since she started living with me. I groan and pull my hips back, then sink my swollen cock inside her tight, dripping-wet hole, making her tits bounce even more.

“Blake, oh god, Blake!”

My eyes snap to hers, noting how her eyes are hooded, and she lifts her legs to lock her ankles around my back. I let go of her wrists when her arms strain against my hold, bracing to see if she’ll try clawing me again. She shocks the hell out of me by fisting my hair and pulling my head down so she can shove her tongue in my mouth.

Holy shit. She is turned on by my confessions.

“What else?”

“Huh?” My brain blanks as I revel in the pleasure that overwhelms every nerve ending in my body.

“What else do you do? Have done while stalking me?” She lightly combs her fingertips across my scalp, down my back, then palms my backside to yank my ass toward her, forcing me to drive into her that much harder.

“You really want to know?” She bites her lip and nods. “I picked this particular apartment because it only has one bathroom. I drilled a hole in the corner and put in a camera so I can watch you in the shower.”

“Just the shower?”

I roll my lips, bite down on them, and hum a yes.

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