The Love Of Money - Episode 12 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 12
26-07-25 (06:45)

As those thoughts churned through my mind, I started fucking her harder. My fingers curled in her golden hair, tightening my grip on her as I pulled away from her lips to deliver several kisses of my own to the side of her face. I then tugged her head back so I could face her again. She was too beautiful not to look at. This angel was here fucking me... begging me to make her cum. Sure, it was because I was wealthy beyond all imagination. But the fact that this kind of woman was in my house at all when she wouldn't have been here a day ago - the fact that I suddenly had the sort of power that could draw the attention of people like Helen it was an aphrodisiac all of its own. My hips worked back and forth, thrusting in and out of her almost violently. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my shaft, trying to milk me for my orgasm, and I did my damndest to stave it off as long as fucking possible. I wasn't done with this moment. I thought about all the other possibilities that could open up to me; if Helen - a woman of means and power - was willing to give me her body for a night, then what else was available to me? Who else? The brunette in the meeting room today? The cute barista that worked with Dillon? What was her name? Would Jessica leave whoever she was fucking and beg me to take her back? What about Natalie? Would I even fuck Bobbi if she threw herself at me? My mind started racing, imagining it was Natalie's caramel skin I was stroking as I fucked her. An image of myself in the middle of hate-fucking Bobbi popped in my mind. You're not thinking big enough, Marcus. What about models? Celebrities? Old crushes? My mind was spinning with the potential my fortune was promising. The brush of Helen's lips on mine pulled me out of my reverie, and my gaze zeroed in on her intense blue eyes. They were wide, and her breath was coming in ragged gasps, "I'm so close, Marcus. Please. Please. Please..." And suddenly all those other possibilities vanished. As I picked up speed, thrusting as hard and as fast as I could, the angel that had walked through my door was the only one that existed for me in this moment. Helen was gorgeous, with a perfect face and killer body. She obviously knew what she was doing. I would have killed for a woman like her. I hated that she was married to Roger VanCamp. I didn't want her to be with him... I wanted her all to myself. Out of nowhere' the claws of the green-eyed monster wrapped around my mind and squeezed, blocking out everything except lust and jealousy. The grip on her hair tightened and I made forced eye contact as I fucked her with wild abandone. "Mine," I growled. Her bottom lip began to tremble against mine, her bright eyes wide open, and desperate, wordless cries escaped her throat. Her back arched violently and she began to shake uncontrollably with an orgasm the likes I'd never seen from a woman. The nails in my back began to actually hurt, which drove me over the edge... my head began to swim as I quickly reached the point of no return. We both grasped each other tight, crushing ourselves against each other as our lips crashed together in a searing kiss. My world became very small... just the serisation of her mouth on mine, and my cock deep inside her as we both came, desperately screaming into each others' mouths. Saturday, 12:07 am Rain pitter-pattered against the window, adding a level of comfort to the soft lighting and even softer skin I was lightly stroking. Helen lay on her stomach, blond hair splayed out in a wavy mess that covered her shoulders and most of her pillow. One blue eye peaked out from under that mess, watching me as I enjoyed the feel of her flawless skin under my fingers. We'd just spent somewhere' between 3 and 4 hours fucking each others' brains out. After that first earth- shattering orgasm, we laid in each others' arms for about 10 minutes before we started making out again. I ended up going down on her and bringing her to 2 more orgasms. Then she'd blown me till I was hard and we fucked again in a standing position using the couch as a prop. We ended up doing it in the kitchen while in the middle of getting some leftover chinese food. Then we'd ended up in the bed where' she'd brought me to another Insane orgasm. I'd lost count of how many times I'd made her cum. And now I was afraid I'd fallen in love.
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