Page 57 of Highest Bidder

As shitty an example as my parents had set on what marriage looked like, I still wanted to hold on to the dream.

So, no. Once I got us out from the loan-shark debt, I wouldn’t be doing this again.

But damn, I had enjoyed sex with Jeff and wondered if it’d ever be that good again. Even though he’d been kinder when we weren’t both naked, he’d still treated me like his property when his cock was out. And I’d been more than happy to comply.

I went into the guest room and hopped in the shower to wash his cum from my thighs. And face. And hair.

Maybe I was pathetic for liking it, and maybe, possibly, probably, being in love with him, but I’d come to know both sides of him. And I liked both.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and found him sitting on the guest room bed.

“Towel off.”

I didn’t hesitate to let it drop to my feet and stand there naked for him to look at.

And he did. He took his time perusing me from head to toe before he commanded, “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

Again, I immediately did as instructed. My mind raced with what could possibly be in store for me.

He gave a sinister chuckle, the one I’d come to crave, then ran his finger down my seam.

“You dirty whore. You’re already wet.”

Then he did something he’d never done. He brought his fingers to his mouth, and said, “Mmm, your cunt tastes good. I think I’ll have some more.”

I had to spread my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders as he positioned himself between my thighs. He didn’t waste any time running his tongue through my folds.

I gasped out loud and bowed my back off the bed.

In response, he pinned my hips in place with one arm and attacked my clit with his tongue while pumping two fingers in and out of me.

I let out a long moan, and despite being held in place, tried to grind against his face.

Smack!

He landed a sharp slap to my clit.

“Don’teven thinkabout coming until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted.

Another smack landed on my clit.

“You did think about it.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. It just feels so good.”

He sucked my little nub between his lips and flicked his tongue while he fingered me. I was in sensory overload heaven.

I reached down to grab his hair and hold his face tight against my pussy, then thought better of it, and ran my fingers through his thick hair instead.

“Please, Sir. Can I come?”

I expected him to tell me no, but instead, he snarled, “Come, whore.”

My body responded accordingly, and I went from every muscle in my body being constricted, to shuddering in climax. Then my limbs felt like they were made of gelatin.

He leaned down and kissed me—also a first, although I think it was more so he could make me taste myself.

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