Page 38 of Dirty Money
When he came up for air, she turned the tables on him. Quickly, she moved and had him on his back before he was fully aware of just what it was she was about to do.
He saw her dark hair covering his stomach as she ran her tongue down his stomach and pushed his underwear off his swollen appendage. “Aulora, you don’t have to…” A groan interrupted his words as her mouth, hot and wet, took his cock into it.
His head fell back and he could think no more. Up and down she went, her hands kept his long shaft covered once her mouth left it. Her head bobbed and he couldn’t stop the groaning he’d started when her mouth first touched him.
He was no stranger to sex. He’d had plenty of it. But none like what he and she were experiencing. He’d known it when he first saw her. He’d known there was something special about her. Something that would defy explanation. And he was right.
Her mouth moved in a perfect rhythm and he was about to explode. He pulled at her to stop, so he wouldn’t come in her mouth but she protested and moaned, making him unable to keep it in any longer. He jerked and shot his load down her throat, all the while she moaned and continued to stroke him.
The sounds that came from him were harsh and animal-like. He was floating on air when her mouth finally left him. All he could do was try to catch his breath as she climbed up his body and laid half her body on his. He wrapped one arm around her, kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I so love you, Aulora.”
“And I love you, Weston. Can we go to sleep now?”
“We can,” he told her and it took no time for them both to fall fast asleep.
Aullie woke with her body aching from head to toe. The previous night’s activities had been a real workout for her. And the morning was the start of a new beginning for her and Weston. Or so she thought, anyway.
As she rolled over, she found he was gone. He’d left her as she slept and she found it off-putting that he’d do such a cold thing.
Her dreams had been filled with him. And her body was already prepared for what she thought would be the whole act. No more foreplay, she was ready for the whole enchilada.
When she sat up, rubbing her eyes as she did, she found her cell on the nightstand and picked it up. A text was waiting for her from him. She swiped the screen to read it.-Went to grab some breakfast, the staff is off this weekend. Shower and put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom-
Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. She’d hoped they’d shower together that morning after making love and cementing their relationship.
She giggled as she looked in the mirror and saw his marks all over her creamy skin. She traced the marks with her finger and felt the way he’d made her feel when he had made them.
Aullie looked at the vanity and found a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste waiting for her there. As she brushed her teeth, she saw clothes hanging from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. A deep blue dress and blue lingerie to match were there. Along with a set of shiny black pumps with six-inch spiked heels. She rinsed her mouth and went to see what was in the little bag that was hanging from the top of the hanger and found a black box inside. When she opened the box, she found a gorgeous necklace and earring set with sapphires and diamonds dripping off them. She took in a breath as she looked at the beautiful set.
And there it was, the disgust she felt for herself as she drooled over the expensive things he’d left for her. His gifts to her for a night of pleasure. His purchase of her flesh.
She went to the toilet where she gagged and dry heaved until she was spent. What was she allowing herself to turn into? A money hungry whore? Or a foolish woman who believed love could see them through all things?
Either way, she wasn’t being true to who she really was. She turned the shower on to wash away the night and filled her hand with expensive shampoo. An expensive salon brand that she’d used when she had money.
The smell of it brought back the old days. The days when she didn’t have to count pennies or worry over rent and other bills. Days when she was driven around by Dustin, the family’s driver. Days when her father still loved her, and her mother.
She wondered what had happened. Her mother had never really explained. She’d told her that her father wanted them to move out and so they did. She later said, when Aullie asked why he wasn’t coming to visit, that he wanted to be left alone to live his life.
Aullie had always thought they were the most important part of his life. But it seemed they weren’t. Even though he’d lavished gifts upon them both and made them feel as if they were special.
It was all a lie.
Her father had the money to give them those things. It wasn’t a sacrifice to him at all to bestow the things on them that he did. And it was no sacrifice for Weston to give her the things he had, either.
The dress was from a designer she’d known before. It most likely cost somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred to a thousand dollars. A drop in the bucket for Weston. The shoes were easily worth seven hundred dollars and the jewelry was in the thousands. And all for one simple night.
What would he try to give her if and when she really did commit to him? A house? A car? The moon?
She rinsed out the shampoo and put a dollop of conditioner into her palm. It was thicker than what she could afford and she knew her hair would look a thousand times better after using the products. She’d stroll out of that bathroom looking just as regal as Weston did.
But it would be temporary, just like before. It would be fake and unreal, just like before.What was she doing?
After rinsing her hair and the soap off her body, she turned off the water and got out of the shower with so many jets that it would boggle the mind of someone who’d never seen so many before. But she had and she knew it was one of the many customs that were built in when making mansions.
She dried off and looked under the cabinet of the vanity to see if there was a blow dryer. There were several styling tools, a flat iron, a curling iron, and a styling wand. And then she saw a black box and her name was written across the top of it in white marker.
“What the hell?” she asked herself as she pulled it out. When she opened it, she found it was filled with very expensive makeup and in her shade as well. “What was he thinking? Did he always know he’d get me here someday? Should I be running?”
