Page 10 of The Rich One

“If you could see yourself now. Dripping wet, your pussy lips open and ready to take my cock.” My inner walls clench with the mental image he’s offering me.

“You’re wasting time, Tyler. At this rate, you’re going to lose your bet.” With atsk, he rises from the bed and heads to the chair where his slacks are neatly folded. He’s out of my sight, but from the sound of it all, I’m guessing lube and condoms are firmly in his hands and I’m about to get fucked to within an inch of my sanity.

The bed dips but no words are exchanged, we’re beyond the formalities. One big, strong hand is on my right ass cheek, his thumb sliding from my coccyx down to my puckered hole. He doesn’t linger there but slides down to my pussy and pushes his thumb inside just long enough to make me squirm with pleasure.

I’m not telling him that, though. Time’s a-wasting and I can almost taste the bitterness of my cash-out. Before I can even finish that thought in my head, his cock is plunging inside me. I was so fixated on the money I’m hoping to make, I didn’t even hear him slide the condom on. I know he did though, because safety was our number one concern in our contract. Being tested regularly is non-negotiable—proof of results in-hand, along with the use of condoms. Always. I donotwant to be getting myself knocked up with a basic stranger’s baby. No thank you.

I grunt with the force of his thrust. It’s the slap across my flesh that brings me back to the moment without fail. I wasn’t expecting it but I am now.

“Stay with me, Rose. You don’t get to wander off into your head.” Fuck, for someone who barely knows me, he can read my body language like a pro.

I don’t speak, it’s not what this is. This is his show, his game. His release. Though my pleasure seems to be his number one priority.

After stilling inside me for a couple of seconds, my body adjusting to his size, he slides out slowly before reaching down and grabbing the longer hair on the top of my head. With a sharp pull, I’m now in an awkward position and it turns me the fuck on.

It’s almost demeaning, but it’s not. I’m at his mercy, and the pleasure courses through my body as I try to hold my position.

He slams back into me and I swear to fuck, I can feel him in my throat. I swallow hard, making sure his dick isn’t there, as ridiculous as it may be.

“I love that you doubted me, Rose. But your body? It’s a fucking work of art and I’m the goddamn maestro about to give it the final touch.”

From that moment, he plants a hand on my hip and fucks me like I’m weightless, hitting my g-spot like his cock has a fucking GPS on the broad head.

Every time he bottoms out, I groan. My body lights up with electric sparks that begin at the base of my spine and erupt all through my nerve endings.

I’m close. I can’t fucking believe how close I am, and that motherfucker knows it. I can hear it in his voice when he tells me to take it. To takehim.

I forget where I am. Who I am. All I know is the pleasure that I’m feeling, the intensity of his touch, the utter delight of his dick pounding my pussy over and over again.

A voice is crying out “more” and “harder” and it’s not until I feel the rawness in my throat that I realize it’s me. I’m begging for him to lose all of his precious control.

And he does. He’s like a fucking tsunami pummeling me like the waves against the shore. His power is without hold. He’s lost to the lust and I’m loving every single minute of it.

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” My throat aches from the position but I love that he’s controlling my posture, my everything. I can’t move unless he’s the one granting it, and I never knew I had a sub kink, but here we are.

“You ready to come, Sweet Rose?” I don’t answer, letting my body do all the talking instead as I put my weight against my palms and push my hips back until he’s impossibly deeper.

I get another slap for that move. Taking away his control is apparently a no-no for Mr. Billionaire.

“Behave,” is the only word he growls out before I feel the silky touch of warm lube running down the crack of my ass.

Anticipation is half the pleasure. Knowing he’s going to breach my ass but not knowing if it’s with his fingers or his cock. Either will do, to be honest. At this point, I’m a fucking mess and he could fist fuck me and I probably wouldn’t mind it.

Two fingers.

That’s what I get just as his dick pummels that deep ache inside my pussy.

I lose it. The anticipation, the game, the sheer feel of him and his precise thrusts are too much for my body and mind to resist.

Goodbye, extra money.

The shit we allow for a good fucking orgasm.

I gasp right before I scream out his name, my pussy pulsing, my walls squeezing his cock like it’s begging for it to stay and never leave.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He punctuates every word with a thrust that sends me reeling even harder than I thought possible.

And then he’s gone and I’m suddenly on my back, legs spread, pussy open like a fucking gift to the gods. His mouth is on me, his tongue licking up every single drop of cum I give him. Because that’s what I’m doing, giving him my orgasm, and he’s lapping it up like a treasure he intends to keep safe.

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