The Love Of Money - S01 E192

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The Love Of Money - S01 E192

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 192

I glanced down at the collar she still wore; it still said 'li'l cumdump' on it-one of Helen's decisions made last night in the heat of the moment. I placed a finger on the top edge of the collar and traced my finger along her skin as I recalled the events last night - she had given herself to me. Completely. Body and soul. It hadn't been out of love or devotion to me but because she literally had nowhere else to go, nor had she ever had it so good. Jesus... how fucking had her life been before now? It was almost enough to make me take pity on her.

My fingers slid to the back of her neck, and I entwined them throughout the wet hair at the base of her skull. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel her trembling with nervous energy. Without a preamble or explanation, I guided her to the stone wall, grabbing a shoulder and tuming her so her ass was facing me. With hair still in hand, I held it against the stone, forcing Bobbi's cheek flat against it. She braced herself in anticipation for what she knew was about to happen; delicate fingers pressed into the grey granite as her nipples brushed against it.

I pressed my groin against her warm, wet ass and enjoyed the feel of my semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. The top of my dick rubbed along the trench of Bobbi's ass as my dick pointed south, and I reached around with my free hand to press my palm against her middle, keeping her tight against me as I ground myself into her. It wasn't beyond my notice that she didn't grind back against me.

My hand slid lower, and I felt the beginnings of stubble on her crotch as my fingertips passed on their way to delve between her legs. My middle finger slid through the folds between her legs and slid easily across her slit, she was wet, but not from the shower. I curled the digit and sank the first knuckle inside of her and was rewarded with an audible groan from the petite young woman sandwiched between me and the stone.

The heat from the shower remained constant as it washed over us, and the steam continued to billow and swirl as I played with Bobbi. I kept up the teasing pace of my manipulation of her pussy as I sawed my dick back and forth between the tight little globes of her ass. By now, it was at full mast, and continuing to simulate fucking her like this was starting to become a little painful, thanks to the angle. Hand still on her hair, I tugged on it, indicating that I wanted her to bend over more, and this time, she took the hint, stepping a pace away from the wall as her hands slid down it so she was now bent at nearly a ninety-degree angle.

I pulled my finger out, replaced it with the tip of my cock, and slowly pushed forward. I threw my head back and shut my eyes as the mushroom head slid inside her, followed by the first inch of my shaft. Then I reversed course, pulled out, and then pushed my hips forward, sinking even more of my length into her warm, wet snatch. The walls of her pussy gripped my shaft in velvety softness as it took three back-and-forths to get the entire length of me inside her.

She groaned and whimpered as I pistoned in and out of her, and I looked up from her ass to catch her eyeing me over her shoulder. The moment my eyes found hers, she blinked, turned her head away, and dropped it so that her face entirely disappeared under a sheet of wet hair. My eyes trailed to her perfect, flawless back. It was a pure canvas of fair skin reddened by the hot water that cascaded across the subtle peaks and valleys of muscles moving as she finally started pushing back against me to meet my thrusts.

I gripped her hips and picked up speed, pushing myself violently in and out of her as I lost myself in the memory of what I'd done to this girl last night. Her eyes once held unending contempt every time she looked at me, but last night, that hatred had been little more than a smoldering cinder compared to the roaring inferno of lust and desire. Helen was a big fan of edging her little submissive toy, and it looked like it had produced the kind of effect she wanted. Once we got past our little misunderstanding last night, she had been a willing participant, even inviting some of the things I did to make her scream in pain and pleasure. And when it was all done, she still declared herself mine.

I own her. The thought repeated through my mind with the same frequency as my cock drilling her increasingly-wet cunt. own her. I own her. I own her.

"I own you," I muttered loud enough to hear her. She simply grunted loudly in response.

Extracting my hardon from her, I grabbed Bobbi by the shoulder and whirled her around; she squealed in surprise. I shoved her back against the stone, grabbed a wrist in one hand, and drew it over her head. She placed her free hand on my chest, and I felt her push against me as stepped in close, the tip of my cock brushing against the front of her pussy. She looked up at me, grunting with eyes wide and teeth gritted, and I felt her struggle against my grip.

She pounded her small fist against my chest and started to fight harder against me. Those burning embers in her eyes burst into flames.

"What's the matter? You can't-"

She yelped as I grabbed her hair with my free hand and yanked, cutting off the rest of her words. I brought my face close to hers, and we gazed hard into each others' eyes amid the downpour.

"Stop it," I said as I stared her down. She glared back, jaw clenched and muscles tense, but she didn't finish her sentence,

After another moment of silence, I released her hair and brushed her cheek with my fingertips. They traced down her jaw, neck, and then lower. I felt along her collarbone and down the side of her breast, pausing to cup it in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze as my thumb ran over the partially erect nipple. I ran my palm down her free arm and closed my hand around her wrist.

The muscles in that arm suddenly tensed, and I felt her resist. My grip on her wrist tightened as I gave her a hard look. "I said, "Stop!"

Seconds ticked by, and her arm finally went slack. I raised it above her head and held both her hands against the wall, keeping then in place with one hand. Her breasts, pulled high against her chest, brushed mine with every inhalation; her eyes darted left to right as she focused on my eyes, and she'd unclenched her jaw. Her lips were parted. They were beautiful - not too thin... not too thick. Her mouth was a touch generous, and I was willing to bet a lot of money she had a smile that could light up a night sky if she ever lost the attitude.

"What are you doing?" She asked, and I realized I'd been staring at her beautiful face longer than usual.

Instead of answering, I lowered my lips to hers. She backed away from me an inch or two until her head bumped into the wall.

"For once in your life," I said, "stop making every goddamn moment a fight."

And then I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were slack and pliable against mine as she refrained from being an active participant, but at least she wasn't actively fighting me anymore. I intensified the kiss, crushing my lips to hers with bruising strength.

The kiss continued for a good half-minute before I felt her lips

move an infinitesimal amount against mine, and I felt her groin press into me. I had to actively keep myself from smiling, afraid I would set her off if she sensed my satisfaction. Instead, I concentrated on my steel-hard cock currently hotdogged between the outer lips of her pussy, I reached down with my free hand, adjusted my hips, and pushed forward once I'd lined my member up with her opening.