The Love Of Money - S02 E181

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The Love Of Money - S02 E181

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 181

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily, as I could barely see her eyes searching my face in the near dark.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

I nodded, hooked my fingers in my underwear, and pulled it down just enough to expose my hard cock.

One graceful leg bent at the knee as Natalie slid her foot up the sheets, granting me access to the treasure between her thighs. I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing girth and directed myself until I felt the head press against something warm and wet. It had been two days since I last touched her like this, but it felt even longer. Perhaps it was because I had wanted her for so long, and being away for any length of time made me ache. Maybe it was that she was so supportive and understanding, even when she shouldn’t have been.

Whatever the reason, as I rolled my hips forward and sank inside of her, it felt like coming home in a very special way. Natalie’s eyes went wide as I invaded her, feeling her wet canal envelope me like a tight glove. Her lips trembled.

Then my phone went dark.

Still clinging to her, I began to work myself in and out. Without being able to see, I kissed whatever my lips brushed against—the side of her nose, her eyelid, her chin, her lips…

She did the same.

Then she slid a hand to my cheek, and even though we couldn’t see each other’s faces anymore, I could feel her gaze boring into me.

“I’ll forgive you this one time, Marcus,” she breathed. “But don’t lie to me again. I want to see the picture after we’re through.”

I pressed my lips to hers and nodded. I didn’t deserve this woman—I didn’t deserve any of them.

***

Saturday, September 21st, 9:55 am

“Keep your eyes on me.”

My gaze snapped back to Tara, trying my best to ignore all the other people in the room.

It was difficult to concentrate when we had an audience—doubly so when that audience was helping you deal with a global catastrophe that you had a hand in creating.

At least Tara was easy to focus on. She stood just out of reach, clad in a dark yellow tank top that molded itself to her body, accentuating the subtle curves of her breasts and showcasing beautiful bronze abs that rippled slightly with every movement. A pair of skimpy nylon shorts sculpted her perfect, sculpted ass and left plenty of tanned, toned thighs visible for my eyes to feast on. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail; wisps had escaped due to the last twenty minutes of sparring, giving her an alluring, slightly disheveled appearance.

Tara had an impressive physique, sculpted from God’s finest materials, that highlighted both her strength and femininity. Her face was stunning, probably breaking more hearts than I could ever know..

The only problem was—she wasn’t interested in what I had to offer. Someone like Natalie or Erin was more her speed.

God… sometimes life can be totally unfair.

Said the man with the harem.

Something about my posture, or perhaps the way I was staring hungrily at her abs, must’ve given me away. She suddenly lunged at me while I was still half in thought.

Unlike the last four times we sparred, I was ready for her. I sidestepped, missing a knee to my midsection, and dropped my hand just in time to avoid taking a fist to my ribs.

Usually, I would have stepped back to remove myself from any follow-up attacks, but this time I slid my foot between hers, hooked it around one of her ankles, and tried to pull.