The Love Of Money - S01 E10

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The Love Of Money - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

I smiled back up at her and swallowed as my hands slid free from her breasts and down the sides of her torso, I could feel the subtle ripple of muscles beneath my fingertips; the woman clearly worked out.

Pulling her against me, I stood up, spun around and dropped her on the couch so she was on her back, her legs loosely around my waist. I crashed down on top of her, stopping myself short of dropping my full weight on her by bracing myself. And then I dropped my head between her breasts.

My lips immediately found a nipple and began sucking on it, and I was rewarded by a gasp from her gorgeous lips. My free hand went to her waist and began removing the dress bunched around her, forcing it lower with each passing second. I switched to the other breast and began suckling on it as I vaguely became aware that she was trying to tug on my shirt to get it off my back. I assisted in letting this gorgeous woman remove my shirt completely and took advantage of the opportunity to grab her dress by both hands and work it completely free of her hips and down her thighs before removing it.

She was completely naked. And perfect.

Her pussy was completely shaven except for a small patch of dark hair which informed me that she wasn't actually a blonde. Her outer lips were puffy, and her inner lips were already swollen, and prominent. The dim light from my oven light shone off them; she was already soaking wet. I glanced at her, and for the first time, I wondered if that look in her eyes was sincere.

Smoldering heat mixed with a vulnerability didn't think she was capable of, and I briefly wondered what she would do if I decided to toss her out of my apartment right then. Would she feel genuinely hurt that I rejected her? Or would it simply be an embarrassing loss for her and her firm?

I would never get to find out.

Diving between her legs, I plastered my lips on her pussy and plunged my tongue deep inside her. Helen's thighs immediately crushed my head between them, but I could still hear her muffled cry as I began feasting on her. I felt her fingernails digging into my scalp as my tongue began to explore her, searching for her clit. Finding it, I sucked it between my lips and immediately began licking it fiercely. The thrashing I felt coming from her was enough to let me know I was doing it right.

For the next few minutes, I continued to tease her clit before going back to delving my tongue deep inside her. Every 20-30 seconds, I would feel her begin to shudder and cry out. After what I assume was her fifth orgasm, I felt her beating on my head. I pulled away from between her thighs to the sound of Helen rasping, "-me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Please! Please! Fuck me!"

No arguments there.

I hauled myself off the couch and began working my belt free when I felt soft, gentle hands on mine. My eyes shot upward to meet hers; she was biting her lip as she kept her piercing gaze locked on mine - I stopped what I was doing.

"Let me," she whispered and then glanced down at my crotch, biting her lower lip as she began to take charge of shedding the last article of clothing either of us wore. Accompanied by the soft jingle of the belt buckle, she unfastened my jeans and began to slowly peel them and my underwear down my thighs in one fluid motion. All I could do was just stare at her heaving chest, rising and falling with shortened breaths of what I could only assume was arousal.

My cock sprang free, already as hard as a bar of iron and ready to go. The cool feeling around the head let me know that copious amounts of precum had already leaked from the tip. An audible gasp came from Helen and she glanced up at me once more, "My god, Marcus. That's quite the specimen."

I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm a touch soft around the middle, I don't dress particularly special, but I've had a half dozen partners in the last decade or so. I'd never gotten any complaints from them. I was maybe around 7 inches fully hard. Decent girth. A fair bit of staying power... I'd always considered myself on the higher end of the average scale, but it didn't elicit that kind of reaction. It was clear that Helen was flattering me, but having an 11 out of 10 look at me like that was a drug all of its own... I could get used to it.

"May 17" She asked as she leaned forward and grazed her cheek along my shaft. It was my turn for shallow breathing. This angel of a woman was naked and on her knees asking if she could put my dick in her mouth. When I woke up this morning, I would have never thought in a million years this would have happened to me. All I could do was nod.

Biting her lip once more, she slid the length of my shaft across her

cheek as she pulled her head back. Without breaking eye contact,

she released her lower lip so that it slid across the head of my precum-slickened dick tip and slowly moved her head side to side, coating her lovely lips with my juices before sealing then over the tip in a warm, wet kiss. I felt pressure as I watched the crown slip just past her lips as that kiss became a smile. The feel of her tongue grazing up my urethra forced a moan from me.

The entire time, she never broke eye contact,

And then she continued to swallow my cock. Her tongue bathed the underside of my cock as she began working her head lower, taking more of my dick in her mouth. Before I knew what was happening, I could feel the tip of my cock reach her throat, and I felt like was about to lose it. She began pulling back, keeping the suction on my dick as she released every inch from her warm mouth. When her lips reached the crown once more, she finally looked up at me again, an unasked question in her eyes. She must have seen an answer because she continued to pull away, allowing her lips to run lightly over the head of my cock before finally slipping free. The sight of a small string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock made me groan again.

"How do you want me?"

Her words were soft, keeping the spell of the moment from being broken.

"Lay back," I said. My throat felt like sandpaper.

With athletic grace, Helen slid back and up onto the couch once more. She laid back, propping herself up on her elbows all without breaking eye contact with me. Lightning flashed at that very moment and I only noted two things in the harsh light that lasted a single moment in time- how much she'd slicked my cock with her saliva, and the unbridled lust in her eyes. Her legs were pulled wide apart as she stared up at me.

"Tonight, I'm all yours Marcus. Please use me."

To Be Continued...