Page 41 of Dirty Money
She kicked one shoe off at a time then unbuttoned the buttons on the front of the dress, slowly. He leaned back, resting on his palms as he watched her.
Slow and easy, she peeled the dress away until it was a puddle of blue material, resting at her feet. Her newly pedicured feet with the toenails painted a sensible pink color, as were her nails. He’d dolled her up and she kind of hated how much she enjoyed it all.
The deep blue bra came off next and she found him sucking in his lower lip. Lastly, she wiggled out of the matching panties and stood, waiting for him.
With a wiggle of his finger, she took the steps to cross the room and get to him. His hands gripped her hips and he kissed her stomach first then trailed down to kiss her lower.
She tensed at first when his lips pressed against her clit. His hands moved around to grip her ass and he held her still while he gave her some much-wanted attention to an area that had seen so little.
Aulora looked down, watching him as he took her with his mouth. His brownish blonde locks moved as his head did and she was falling apart in mere moments.
On the ride home, they’d had the birth control talk and he was happy to find out she was on the pill and she was happy to find out he’d recently had testing done and he was disease free. They’d be free to explore one another without the need for a condom to separate them. Nothing would be between them. Their flesh would touch, caress, and bond.
With her wet and ready, Weston got up and pulled her to his bed. Tossing the blankets back, he lay her down then proceeded to undress as she watched him. She kept licking her red lips as he took off his clothes. Her mouth watered as she watched more and more of him become exposed.
His desire for her was apparent as his large male appendage gave her a standing ovation. Her thighs quivered as he pushed her legs apart and moved onto the bed between them.
His palm flattened on her sex and his words came out with severely pronounced words, “This is mine and only mine.”
She swallowed hard as her heart rose into her throat. Was she really going to go through with this? Was she really going to give this man so much of herself?
His eyes went soft, losing the hard edge they’d held. He nodded as he softly stroked her warm folds, reminding her of how well he could treat her.
“That is yours and only yours,” she told him.
He held his cock and used it to stroke her folds. “And in return, you get this. And only you get this.”
She looked at his massive organ and thought how lucky she was to be getting that. It seemed like a great bargain. “Mine,” she whispered.
“Now, would you like for me to show you what I can do for you?” he asked her.
She nodded. “Please.” Her body was tense. He was huge and she knew there would be some pain but she also knew there would be intense pleasure with something that long, wide, and thick inside of her.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
She did as he said and watched as he readied himself to move into her. The tip of his cock was wide. He pushed her legs up, so her knees were bent and he spread her wide for him.
Holding himself up over her, he eased himself into her with small increments. She held her breath as her body stretched to accommodate him. They looked at each other as they connected and when a single tear ran out of her eye, he kissed it away then made the last of the journey into her body.
“You okay?” he whispered in her ear as he lay perfectly still on top of her.
“I think so. You’re big, West.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked her then looked at her. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
She smiled and ran her hand over his cheek.
“Tell me that you feel that too. That feeling of being whole.”
He nodded and kissed her with a gentle kiss. One easy stroke up then another back down and he felt her body easing into his. She was growing accustomed to his size and he moved more freely, making her moan with pleasure. The sounds she made were music to his ears.
Their hearts pounded as they made love. Soft touches and gentle strokes grew into love scratches and hard, pounding thrusts that left her breathless with each one.
The slapping of flesh and the growls of lust filled their ears until the sound of both of them finding their sweet release, together, echoed off the walls of his bedroom.
Weston had made her his. She was going nowhere. Running away from him was no longer an option.
As he settled between her thighs to let their bodies slow the pulsing they were doing, he looked at her with love and understanding.
