The Love Of Money - S01 E224

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The Love Of Money - S01 E224

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 224

She looked directly at me. Our eyes met, and we held gazes for a long moment. What saw in her eyes chilled my blood - lust. Unmistakable arousal was written all over her face, and the only question on my mind was what was causing it. Was she as attracted to Dillon as Kelly had been? Was I keeping Erin on too tight a leash by not allowing her a little more freedom to explore with other men? The idea of doing that, though... for the first time, I questioned whether or not I'd miscalculated with my assistant.

Everyone else in the tub was utterly enraptured by the performance. Rose's teasing movements had ceased, Honey had leaned into Jonah, and both were watching Erin intently. Kelly looked like she wanted to eat both of them for dinner. Even Jessica was enraptured by the sight of Erin. My Erin. My sexy, petite troublemaker.

Then Erin lifted herself back upright, holding my gaze for a moment longer before looking away as she brought her head back up and stared back down at her current customer.' I couldn't see Erin's face anymore, but I could still see enough. She placed a hand on either side of Dillon's face and moved down, looking like she was going to kiss him. Her slender fingers slid down Dillon's face, then his neck, and to his chest, rubbing his chest as she began to writhe back and forth across his lap, her chest following in its wake to brush her tits across his chest and bring her face enticingly close to his.

Rose, cheek still pressed against mine, audibly gasped, and I suddenly realized that as I watched Erin, my fingers, resting on her mons, had attempted to clench together. It had resulted in two of my curled fingers having buried themselves inside the dancer's pussy. I started to pull them free, but her thighs clamped down on my hand.

She brought her plush lips to my ear and breathed, "Don't you dare stop.

I complied, and she opened her legs for me, allowing me to slide my fingers back into her pussy. She hummed and pressed her ass back against me as I worked my middle and index finger in and out of her.

My mind was barely on the woman in my lap; was too focused on my assistant as she writhed in Dillon's lap. She stretched one leg out to the side and swung it up, rolling over so that she now sat on his legs but faced the rest of the tub occupants. Her eyes immediately tracked to mine, that mysterious expression written all over her face as she leaned back against Dillon. He was too busy looking down at her chest to notice anyone else - Erin's breasts were high and proud as she thrust her torso out, rolling it back and forth almost as if influenced by one of the tub's jets.

Erin lifted one arm and wrapped it around Dillon's head as she leaned her own back, similar to how Rose was lying on me. Her cheek pressed to Dillon's as she slid the hand across the back of his head and down his jaw. The other hand was beneath the water as she moved to the music, and as her fingertips brushed Dillon's cheek, her other hand emerged from the water, clutching her underwear.

My fingers began moving faster in and out of Rose's cunt, and my hips ground back against Rose as we basically dry-humped each other. I knew it was hypocritical of me to have a problem with Erin being in Dillon's lap when I had a smoking hot stripper sitting in mine while I fingered her. That didn't change the fact that I had a problem with it, though. I had grown accustomed to having Erin at my beck and call... to be there for me when I needed anything. She had been mine, and now she was sitting on the lap of another man, her cheek pressed to his... her naked ass grinding against him. I didn't want her there anymore especially when she turned her head to the side so that her lips brushed his cheek before going to his ear.

What was she saying to him? What was she telling him? Or... what was she doing to him? My imagination ran wild - Erin's lips softly pressed to Dillon's ear, suckling gently on the cartilage. Dillon could probably hear her ragged breathing making him harder than he probably already was. How could he not? Erin was a goddess.

"You like her, don't you?" Rose whispered, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as she gyrated against my hand.

"What?" I growled.

"I can literally feel how frustrated you are by how hard you're fingerbanging me. If I didn't like it rough, your fingers wouldn't still be in me."

"Sorry" I said, backing off a little on the fingering.

"It's okay, baby," Rose said. She pressed her lips to my ear in a soft kiss. "I said liked it." At the same time, I felt a hand on my abdomen as she arched her back a little to make room for it. She slid it down past the waistline of my boxers, and I shivered as I felt her delicate fingers come in contact with the tip of my cock. She ran a single digit across the surface of the mushroom head; I felt it easily glide across my sensitive skin - evidence of precum despite being submerged in water.

"Fuck. You're hard," she whispered and nuzzled into the side of my neck, sending another round of shivers up my spine. "Jealousy will do that"

"I'm not jealous," I said quietly.

"Really?" Rose asked. "You like watching Dillon pawing at your woman?"

"No." My quick reply was immediate and reactionary.

"You're jealous. It's okay, baby. Everyone can see it. Look to your right.

I did as I was told and caught Jessica looking at me. She Immediately diverted her gaze back to the dancing woman, but the slight frown made it perfectly clear that she didn't like what she'd seen on my face. It was probably just the fact that Rose and I were simulating sex mere feet from her.

She wasn't the only one watching me, though. So was Honey, and unlike Jessica, when I caught her looking, she didn't look away. She gave me a small smile that almost looked pitying, and when I furrowed my brow at her, she glanced at Erin and then back to me.

"Anyone with half a brain can see it, Marcus," Rose said, kissing the side of my neck. She fished my cock out of my boxers and wrapped her fingers around its girth, simply holding it in her hand as she humped herself against my fingers.

I looked back at Erin and found her watching me again as she lay her head back on Dillon's shoulder. The tip of her tongue rested between her lips, her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and she stared at me with burning eyes consumed by lust. One hand had slipped between her legs, and she was drawing the tips of her fingers through her shaven petals as they glistened in the lamplight.

Ten seconds later, the song was over, and Erin stood up, turned to face Dillon in all her naked glory, and bowed. Everyone around the tub clapped. Except for Rose and me our hands were somewhat preoccupied.

"Dillon," Erin said. "Truth or Dare?"