Page 73 of Rich Girl
I don’t want to ever be wet for anyone else, and that’s the truth. I want to cry at the unfairness of our situation, and I’ll do it once he makes me come.
“This pussy has my name on it,” he declares with conviction right before he latches onto my breast again.
My back arches and my eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure he makes me feel unparalleled.
“My cock will pound you into this mattress… You won’t be able to move… You won’t be able to run away from me…”
His words sound incredibly erotic while he pumps his fingers in and out of me, circling around, looking for the one spot only he can find.
“Yes, Ray,” I scream again. “Yes! I need you to fuck me!”
He presses the pad of his finger onto the sensitive spot inside of me, and I see stars. The move is so unexpected, I stop breathing.
I don’t have time to process anything that’s happening to me when Ray finally slides his cock inside of me. He drops his sweaty forehead onto mine, hips pounding relentlessly.
“Fucking yes,” he moans into my mouth. “Squeeze me harder, baby… Yes… Just like that…”
Each word of praise is like a small dagger to my heart. It causes me pain while also takes me to exhilarating levels of pleasure.
“I fucking love this,” Ray groans through heavy breathing. “I fucking loveyou…”
My inner walls clench almost painfully so and my eyes snap open. I know he said the words in the heat of the moment, but I don’t care. I will take them and cherish them forever.
“I love you, too,” I cry out. I’ve been dying to say this to him, and there is no better opportunity than this one.
It seems like that is all he needs to let go. He presses his chest harder against mine. His hips jerk in rapid succession, the friction too much for me. Shivers run up and down my spine when I feel his cum spilling inside of me. I’ve never felt that before.
I close my eyes and let go of reality while my body stays anchored in his. My fingernails dig into his skin, then pull at his hair. I am grateful no one can hear us because the sounds have got to be animalistic at this point.
Once we are finished, I refuse to let go of him. He doesn’t seem keen of letting go either, but he does roll us to our sides so he wouldn’t crush me with his weight when his arms can’t hold him any longer.
“That was so good,” I whisper into his chest, unable to meet his eyes.
I am dying to find out if he will tell me that he loves me now that it’s over. I realize that he must think the same about me. Since neither one of us is the type to relent easily, I’m sure this will be the end of that.
He presses a soft kiss to my head as he runs his hand gently up and down the leg I have wrapped around his hip.
“I need to sleep,” he whispers in the now quiet room. “Two of my guys have the day off tomorrow. I need to cover for them.”
I nod and squeeze him tighter, words escaping me. I can’t make small talk after what he just did to my body.
“I need to clean you up first,” Ray continues. “We didn’t use a condom.”
My eyes snap open in shock. I’ve never had sex with a guy without a condom. It is completely irresponsible on so many levels. Then, I realize that I felt things so much more intensely this time, and I wonder if that was the reason for it.
“I trust you,” I tell him with a shaky voice. I’m not lying, I do trust him more than I ever have anyone else in my entire life.
“I do, too.”
He kisses me on the top of my head again, petting my back and leg in a hypnotic move. I think I fall asleep, but I’m not sure for how long. All of a sudden, a loud ringing noise echoes around the apartment. It startles me so bad, I sit up in bed. That’s when I realize that Ray must’ve disentangled himself from my body at some point during the last few hours.
“It’s okay,” he pulls me back on the bed. “It’s the emergency line. I have to take it.”
I nod and close my eyes again, nodding off to the sound of Ray’s voice talking to whoever just called.
“Give me an hour,” he tells that person. “Well, your location is forty-five minutes away,” he explains. “You just got me out of bed. I need fifteen minutes to get dressed and warm up the truck.”
I doze off again, but I think I hear the shower running. Before long, Ray is moving around the apartment, and I smell fresh coffee. I’m pretty sure this is taking longer than the fifteen minutes he said he needed to get ready.
