Page 12 of Kept By the Loan Shark

“For you? I could give you a deal.”

“Oh?”

“Maybe we could barter something you have that I want.”

“Like?” The gleam in his eyes matched mine.

“Oh,” I said, drawing out the word as I walked my fingers up the denim stretched across his powerful thigh. “Maybe something like this?”

He inhaled a sharp breath as my fingers brushed across the outline of his cock. “I’m listening.”

I leaned closer and cupped him, filling my hand with his hardening shaft and only too aware that my hand wasn’t even close to holding all of it. I stroked him through the denim, and his breaths grew sharper and faster.

“You keep that up, and we’ll be eating cold Chinese later.”

His warning had the opposite effect, and I squeezed his cock. “We have a microwave.”

With a growl, he snatched me right off of my stool and dragged me onto his lap. My squeal of laughter echoed off the kitchen’s vaulted ceilings, but Hagen’s insistent mouth silenced it. Unlike last night, when he took his time and drew out my pleasure with slow caresses, he was ravenous. He used his superior size and strength to place me onto the counter and yank off my shoes. He gripped the waistband of my leggings along with my panties and tugged them down my hips and thighs before pulling them right off my feet and throwing them aside.

Panting with excitement and anticipation, I leaned back on my palms and waited for him to pounce. He dragged a pair of fingers through my slit and grunted when he found my pussy wet for him. He held my gaze as he slipped his fingers inside me, massaging and coaxing even more wetness to flow.

With his fingers buried deep inside me, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. The thick head of his cock peeked out the top of his boxer briefs, refusing to be contained a moment longer. He roughly shoved down his briefs and freed his shaft.

When he stepped closer, I wrapped my legs around his waist and welcomed him into me. The fingers that had been thrusting into me now gripped my inner thigh, marking me with my own wetness. He didn’t waste time with slow and easy thrusts. Hagen slid deep, his cock stretching and pressing into me until my head fell back and I moaned.

There was nothing to do now but hold on tightly for the ride. The counter was the perfect height for him to fuck me with ease. He didn’t have to worry about supporting his weight or mine. He just had to snap his hips and pound into me until we were both panting and clutching at one another.

Hagen held my gaze as he licked the pad of his thumb, slicking his skin, before he placed it over my clit. I hissed at the sharply pleasurable sensation of his finger there, and then moaned as he began to rub in tight circles. He had studied my body enough to know all its secrets, and stimulating me there was no different. He knew the exact combination to make me scream.

And scream I did.

Loud, keening wails of ecstasy as my climax descended with a crash and my tight sheath gripped and fluttered around his still thrusting cock. He didn’t take long to follow me over the edge, thrusting so hard and fast that my bare bottom slid across the cold, smooth stone countertop beneath me. I shuddered beneath him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he leaned over me, settling his face between my breasts and his ear against my heart. It was a tender moment after something so wild.

The chime of the washer finishing its cycle interrupted our lazy kisses and whispers of love. At any other time, it would have irritated me. Now, though, it was only a small nuisance. Wasting time on laundry wasn’t going to cut into the short time we had together before I had to go home or leave for class. Soon, we would have all the time in the world for little moments like these.

Hagen rucked up the front of my shirt and dotted ticklish kisses around my navel. “Your laundry awaits, Cinderella.”

“Stop!” I giggled at the sensation of his stubble raking over my sensitive belly. “You know your stubble is my weakness.”

He laughed against my belly before punctuating each word he spoke with a noisy kiss. “Laundry. Dinner. Studying. Shower. Sex.”

Closing my eyes and reveling in the excitement of our new arrangement, I said, “Deal.”

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