The Love Of Money - Episode 27 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 27
26-07-25 (08:32)

I couldn't hold back anymore, I crushed my lips on hers and was only mildly surprised this time when she didn't immediately try to bite them. Instead, she kissed me back with as much fervor and without any hesitation. I caught her succulent bottom lip between both of mine and sucked on it, raking my teeth over it and enjoying the taste and feel as I completely dominated her... made her mine. I broke the kiss and lowered my mouth to the breast I'd exposed earlier and popped half of it in my mouth, suckling on it hard as I raked my tongue over her sensitive nipple. I felt her shiver in my arms and decided to crank things up a notch, sinking my teeth into the tender meat of her nipple just enough to make sure it really hurt. "Nnnng ah god!" she gurgled, tensed and began bucking underneath me for all she was worth. Her face was beet red as she wheezed and gasped for oxygen. I kept up the thrust of my hips and released my grip around her throat. She screamed through gritted teeth as I felt her pussy gush around my cock. I released her wrists and cupped the side of her face roughly as I released her tit from my mouth and started making out with her again, cutting off her desperate screams. I could feel myself starting to reach the point of no return; my seed was boiling and the damn was nearly ready to burst. I broke our kiss and as I pulled away, I heard her whimper loudly. I'd intended on pulling out in the next few moments, but then something occurred to me. I owned Bobbi. I glanced down at her neck and shoulder where' I'd left several welts and bite marks to mark my territory. There was another way I could leave my mark. "Are you safe?" I asked. "Safe?" she panted, confused in what I imagined was quite a mind fog. Clarity immediately followed. "No. Birth control... fucks... with my head too much." "I'm going to cum in you, I growled. Her eyes grew wide and the rhythm of our fucking changed slightly as I felt her try to actively back off my dick, "The fuck? No!" Drunk with having complete power over this witch of a woman, I shook her head slightly, emphasizing the fact that I had physically dominated her... that she was completely mine, "What the fuck did I just tell you? I own you and if I want to cum in your cunt, that's what I'll do." I felt her try to shake her head in my grip, "This is different, Marcus. This is real." "And you think what I said before wasn't?" I snarled at her. She flinched underneath me, a genuine look of fear flickering in her features. It made my cock jump and I started to feel myself get ready to explode. "Fuck," I said, letting go of Bobbi and bracing myself on the bed, my hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head just above her shoulders. She tried to pull away from my cock, but my weight on her prevented her from success. "Here it fucking comes!" "No! Marcus! You can't-" I slapped one hand over her mouth to shut her the fuck up and gave one final thrust deep in her as I felt myself unload into her sopping wet cunt. I let out a bellow of rage and triumph and thrusted once more to drill the head of my cock as deep inside her as absolutely possible. I was buried fully inside one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met in person... one that I had just thoroughly hate- fucked. Her smeared makeup, heaving chest, and the tears sleeping freely from her eyes kept my cock rock hard despite having just released my cum seed deep in her womb. I wanted to see more tears. I wanted to see the hope completely flee from her eyes. She'd already lost so much in a day with the promise of losing so much more if she didn't cooperate. She had no money. Her freedom and job were hanging by a thread. I technically owned her home. She was completely dependent on me, and before I was done with her, she would be begging me to take her. It would be her only purpose. As she stared up at me with an unreadable expression on her face, I knew I was addicted to her. The power over this woman... I was drunk with it. "What's the matter, Bobbi? Are you scared that I put a baby in you? I hope I did." I said and rolled my hips so my cock moved around inside her cunt, reminding her of what I'd just done. "I hope your belly starts to swell with my child. I want to see your tits get bigger. I want that body you're so proud of changed by what I did to you tonight. Because I fucking own you, bitch." I released her and enjoyed the feeling of my cock slipping free of her sloppy cunt as I pushed myself off the bed. I went to the fridge to look for something to drink from the fully-stocked fridge. I pulled out a bottle of water and started to down it, giving myself time to think about what I'd just done. I didn't pay any attention to Bobbi. Now that I'd cum in her and extracted my cock, I didn't even want to look at her. Where the fuck had all that come from? Had I just taken this woman against her will? Maybe? She'd been so wet, and had goaded me repeatedly... it felt like she'd wanted it. Should I feel bad about it? Could I feel bad about it when I already felt a desire to do it again?. I glanced back at her prone body still spread out on the bed. I hoped she still hated me as much as I still hated her. I wanted her to still give me an excuse to grab her by the throat, throw her against the wall, and fuck her while watching the tears in her eyes. I wanted to slap her face and spit on her while she cursed my name. I'm not necessarily a violent man, but something about Bobbi Nanford brought out the worst in me, and part of me didn't just love it. I reveled in it. I took another sip of water and turned back to Bobbi. She laid on the bed with one hand covering her eyes, and I wasn't sure if she was crying or not, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it if she was. "You're staying here tonight, Bobbi." I screwed the lid back on the water bottle and tossed it on the bed beside her, "In the morning, you can go back home. Take the rest of the week off. Stay home. Think about all this, because this is your life now, if you choose it." She didn't respond. She didn't even look at me or even grab the water bottle. I let my eyes wander over her trim body. Her smaller breasts laid nearly flat on her chest as gravity pulled them down. I admired the slight definition of her abdomen. Her tight ass, God, her body was near perfection. "On your way home, stop by the pharmacy and pick up the morning after pill," I said as an afterthought. That got her attention. She lifted her hand from her face and looked at me. I couldn't tell if there were fresh tears or not, her face was already such a mess. "What? Why?" "Do you want to get pregnant?" I snapped back at her. "Fuck no," she snapped back, her fiery spirit obviously still just under the surface. "Then just do it. You'll have a credit card before you leave in the morning." I made my way back over to the bed and dropped down on it, suddenly way more tired than I'd felt coming up the elevator. Bobbi dropped her head back on the bed and stared at the ceiling pretending I wasn't there. I decided to do the same. Moments turned into minutes, and those ticked by. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She finally said, still glaring at the ceiling.
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