His Price(49)

Twirling my fingers over the firmed pink flesh, I pulled his face down onto my tit. Moaning loudly, he teased my hardened beads with the tip of his tongue. His cock picked up pace and started to slam into my pussy. Each thrust went faster and faster, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room.

Standing up, he dropped his thumb to my clit, circling my throbbing button. Tingles tore through my body, bouncing off my toes and climbing back to my head.

On reflex, I tried to close my thighs, slow down the climax and savor every second of it, but he had other plans.

Using his free hand to hold my knee open, he thumbed my clit faster, eyes soaking up each twitch he created. And I gave in, letting him control my body, my orgasm.

My stomach started to burn, the fire rolling up from beneath and coating my throat. Climbing up to the base of my skull, the sparks hit my brain, and I was sent over the edge. My body shook as I came, the slick juices spilling all over his shaft.

Feeling his cock grow harder, Hegan cocked his head back, eyes closing tight. His chest muscles turned to solid rock, hands digging into my skin so intensely I was certain there would be bruises after.

With one final thrust, his body stopped. His cock pulsed one after another, the thick come filling my insides. I could feel the warm liquid dripping out, trickling over my ass cheeks.

With a soft slurp, he pulled himself free. Glancing around he grabbed a napkin that had fallen to the chair, and draped it over his still solid cock. Reaching a hand out, he helped pulled me up and off the table.

Looking down, a small pool of his pearly come rested on the wood, tiny remnants of what my body couldn't hold in. “Should we have Stefan come clean up?” Giggling I wiped my pussy clean with the soft cloth napkin.

Hegan let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, he already hates me. Let's not give him another reason to go run to my father about us.” Pulling up his jeans, a firm smile held his lips in place. “That was fucking hot, Noella.”

“Stop,” I said, a sultry smile spread across my cheeks.

Hegan stepped into me, adjusting the straps on my dress, he said, “Really, I'm serious.” His massive hands covered my shoulders.

He made me feel so small. Standing up straight, my head was level with his pecs. His hands were the size of my head. In the grip of his two ham-sized hands, I felt safe.

The man who had bought me, told me I needed to have his kid...

He gave me a sense of comfort, a feeling of safety and being untouchable.

And I... Well, I loved it.

“Did you really mean what you said? All those things you said?” His hands traced the line of my jaw, and I was fixed on his face.

“Yes.” His thumb slid smoothly in place. Tipping my chin up, he flicked his eyes between mine. “I can't explain it all, Noella. But I feel it, and I can't just pretend it isn't there.”

My lips pulled back, a softness washing over my eyes, Hegan wasn't fucking with me. It was almost like I had been hit by a car when I realized it, he didn't have to feed me lines of bullshit to get what he wanted.

He took what he wanted my second day here, and he had the power to hold me over his head.

But he never truly used it, he never threw it in my face as a complete ultimatum. He let me come to him, he pulled me into him. Fuck, he could have tied me up and kept me that way till he was done with me.

Hegan didn't though, he used his charismatic side to reel me in. And I can't lie, he had me wrapped around him the first time I saw him. He might not know that, but I do.

I knew what was forcing my head to hear a constant drumming; it was heart, my lungs, the blood coursing through my veins. All of that hit me in one instant and I knew, I just knew.

And he knew too.

Smiling awkwardly, Hegan dug his fingers into his hair. Tugging it tight against his head, he said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Shifting on his feet, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Look, I'm not good at this shit, okay? So stop making me feel weird about saying that.”

“I'm not trying to make you feel weird, I just know exactly what you're saying. And I get it. Just know I get it.” My fingers teased the belt loop on his pants. Spotting his shirt on the floor, I leaned over and picked it up. “Here. Maybe if you weren't half naked, you'd feel better.” Chuckling I tossed his shirt over his shoulder.

“Oh, well...” Pulling it over, his head popped through. “Yup, that helps. Now I feel much better.”

“See,” I said, jabbing my elbow into his stomach. “Alright, so dinner is probably pretty cold now. You want a hot meal?” Tilting my head, I looked in the direction of the kitchen.

“Seriously? You want to cook?”

“No, we're going to cook. Come on, let's go see if there's anything in the kitchen I can work with.” Nodding my head, I grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.