Renley #2
Her eyes found his, dainty fingers wrapping around his shaft and stroking the length of it. “You don’t have to.”
“Yet here I am, utterly and completely yours .” Up until that point, he’d entirely forgotten about the money. He enjoyed pleasing her as much as she enjoyed receiving it. “I have condoms.”
Eveline’s thumb brushed over his cockhead, coaxing out a drop of clear liquid.
She took her time, though judging by the greed in her eyes, he already knew her answer before she nodded.
Kissing her forehead, he tipped her head to give the same attention to her nose.
Painstakingly, he stepped away from the bed to retrieve the protection from his bag.
Before diving between her legs again, he dropped his sweatpants to the floor. At the first sign of a struggle, Eveline snatched the packet from him and ripped it open with her teeth. With heavy breaths, she withdrew the condom for him and with tender motions covered him with the protective layer.
“The shirt has to go,” he demanded once she was done. The moment he could, he cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple—but she winced and jerked out of his grip. “Don’t like that?”
“I don’t. “
“Then I won’t do it again.” In apology, he ducked and licked over the sore spot, caressing the other with his hand. “Better, kitten?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He groaned against her plush tit, laying her down and spreading his body over hers.
He lined himself up, raising one of her legs to wrap around his hip.
He pushed in slowly, trembling with the effort of restraining himself.
Knowing the stretch was more than his fingers, he rolled his thumb over her clit as a distraction from the burn.
Her head rolled back onto the pillow, tits raising with each panting breath.
“You look gorgeous taking my cock,” he hummed in a deep rasp, watching as his cock slowly disappeared inch by glorious inch into her tight cunt. “So pretty,” he groaned, adding more pressure to her clit and loving the gasp it drew from her lips.
“More,” she whispered, hands fisting the sheets at her sides.
“You want more of my cock?” he teased.
Eveline eagerly nodded; her lips pressed together to suppress her moans.
“Oh kitten, you need to use your words.”
“I want all of you,” she whimpered.
“You do, huh?” And with his thumb circling her clit faster, he slammed his cock to the hilt. She cried out, jerking up towards the headboard. “You want it rough, kitten?”
“Yes,” she cried as he thrusted into her again. “Please.”
Who was he to deny her the pleasure? His fingers dug into the skin of her thigh as he thrust into her, the slapping of their bodies making the most arousing sound.
He pressed his flat hand on her lower stomach, his thumb still assaulting her clit as his cock railed into her over and over.
Eveline cried and moaned, begging him not to stop.
And how could he resist? He needed her to come so he could finally feel her strangling his cock.
He took her hard and fast, watching her fall apart more by the second.
Only when he felt her cunt constrict round his cock, did he ease himself over the edge with her. Her moans softened and the tension in her body eased up as he rode out his orgasm. Eveline panted for air, sweat glistening on her forehead.
“You look breathtaking, kitten,” he hummed, loving the lazy smile at the praise.
After gently laying her leg down and making her comfortable, he disposed of the condom and lifted her into his arms before sitting against the headboard with her in his lap.
“How are you feeling?” he softly whispered against her hair, his palm kneading into her thigh.
“Good,” she hummed, her cheek pressing into his sweat-slicked chest.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, it was perfect.”
He pulled the blanket over her to keep her comfortable and for a while, he just held her.
Her eyes closed and her breathing evened out as she drifted off to sleep.
She was so fucking tiny he’d been surprised she wanted it so rough.
Then it occurred to him that she might be frustrated with people treating her like some fragile little creature.
Only when her phone started ringing on the nightstand did she open her eyes again.
He handed it over to her, the alarm meaning that their time was up.
“Can you grab my bag for me?” she asked.
“Of course.” He slipped her off his lap and went to fetch her handbag, along with her clothes.
Then he disappeared into the bathroom where he’d left his jeans and t-shirt.
He felt odd, and extremely idiotic. It hadn’t felt like he’d just sold his body.
No, they’d shared a connection. The thought of stepping out there and taking money from her was borderline embarrassing but without it, he doubted he’d even make it back to Shannon’s.
He dressed, tucking in his shirt and buckling his belt. With his hair concealed under his old ballcap, he returned to the bedroom, where Eveline sat on the bed, just as she had a few hours ago.
With a soft, contented smile, she held out an envelope. “Thank you.”
He took it, but not without placing his fingers under her chin and kissing her cute little nose. “It was my pleasure, kitten.”
Then, without even so much as a glance back, he grabbed his things and left.