She arched up, and he groaned, seeing the fullness of her tits shake.
He let her take over, and cupping her ass, he pressed his face against her pussy, sliding his tongue between her fingers, working her. Down he went, fucking her cunt, feeling her squeeze and tighten around him, and then he moved up.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my face.” Once she was wet enough, he intended to fuck her so hard, to pound inside her.
She came, crying out his name. The sound echoed off the walls, reminding him of just how powerful he was. This woman was his. For the right price, he’d taken her. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t actually sure what price she’d taken. The apartment was his, and she hadn’t settled on any money.
Reaching into his drawer, he grabbed a condom. After tearing into it, he slid it over his dick. “Tomorrow, I’m going to arrange for you to see the doctor, to get on the pill.”
“I’m already on the pill,” she said.
He pulled the condom off.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m clean and I’m guessing you’re clean.”
“I’ve never been with anyone without a condom,” she said.
“Until me.” He put the head of his cock at her entrance and started to slide within her. She was so tight.
He grabbed her hips and slammed all the way to the hilt within her. She was the first woman he’d been with without a condom. Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing him.
Gabriel pulled out only to slam back inside. He did this over and over, watching her. She was so wet and he felt all of her. Taking hold of her hands, he locked them above her head, staring into her eyes. He slammed his lips down on hers and kissed her hard, consuming her.
Fuck, she felt so good.
Over and over, he pounded inside her. The first stirrings of his orgasm began, and he shoved to the hilt as he came, spilling his cum deep inside her pussy. Pressing his face against her neck, the pleasure rode his body like a wave and he allowed it to consume him. To take every single waking thought that made any sense.
Kissing her neck, he licked over her pulse, groaning. He pulled out of her and moved toward her side, giving her time to breathe and not to take all of his weight.
“Wow,” she said. “That was really something.”
He smiled, expecting her to roll against him. Instead, Gabriel frowned as she rolled off the bed and without another word, headed toward his doorway.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“This is a strictly fucking relationship. I don’t have to sleep with you and we don’t know when Rhianna’s going to be back.”
“You think I only want you the one time?” he asked, climbing off the bed. The fact she wanted to leave pissed him off.
“Don’t all men like it one time and are too exhausted and fall asleep?”
He cupped her face, taking her hand and placing it over his erection. “I’m not like other men.”
****
For the first time in her life, Claire knew what it meant to be thoroughly fucked. Rhianna was due back this very evening. The charity event had only been a one-night sleepover. After Gabriel had taken her not twice, or three times, but four, she’d gone back to her own room, showered, and slept until ten. He’d been gone from the apartment, without a note, not that she was expecting any. She didn’t want to start wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen.
She’d had sex with her best friend’s brother.
At work, she stood at the bar as Daniella filled her order. Another car had been waiting for her tonight, no sign of Gabriel. After she’d had breakfast, she’d gone back to apartment hunting.
Rhianna had arrived before she went to work that evening, hugging her and telling her how much fun she had. There had also been a twinkle in her eye, and Claire knew from experience her friend had met someone and wanted to keep that little detail a secret from her brother.
“You’re not with it tonight, are you?” Daniella asked.
“Huh, sorry? What?”
Daniella laughed. “Men trouble?”
“Something like that.” She gripped her tray and wondered what the hell she was going to do with Gabriel in her life, her bed, or whatever the hell he was meant to be.
“I’d stop daydreaming if I was you. The man himself is in his office. He doesn’t mind firing people who aren’t doing their job.” Daniella winked at her.
Gabriel was here?
She hadn’t seen him since last night. Just knowing he was somewhere, watching, waiting, unnerved her.
Get a grip, Claire.
This is just an arrangement. Thirty-one days for you to enjoy.
She had no intention of taking any money or the apartment. She avoided taking charity or living outside of her means. If this job continued to pay good tips and good money, she’d be able to afford a nice place.
She knew how to keep her mouth shut. Growing up with a mother who liked to bring married men home, she’d learned the value of staying quiet. This place was easy. She never looked at the men long enough to recognize them and wasn’t interested in anything else.
Serving up drinks, she steered clear of their grabbing hands. A couple of times, she had men grab her ass and offer to pay her a fortune for a fuck. So polite. There were guards in every single room and they intervened, reminding them of the rules. She wasn’t up for sale.
The minutes ticked by, turning into hours. She was still serving, and as she waited at the edge of one of the rooms as two women gyrated against one another, a hand wrapped around her waist.
“Do you like what you see?” Gabriel asked, whispering against her neck.
“They look like they’re having fun.”
“Most of the girls do. They love the power, the attention.”
“Do you only hire willing girls?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t force them?”
His grip on her waist tightened. “You seem to mistake me for someone else. I don’t deal in human trafficking, Claire.”
“But your businesses are not as legal as they seem?”
His other hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her still against him. They were in the shadows, so no one could see them.
“What are you trying to ask me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m not a good man, Claire, but then, you know that.”
She did.
The dress she wore was indecent, making it easy for his hand to slide inside the slit at the leg and touch her.
“But I can see that isn’t a problem for you.”
“I’m working.”
“I’m the boss and I’ve got something else for you to do.” He covered her mouth, lifted her, and she didn’t fight as he pulled her away from the room. No one stopped them, not that anyone saw. She figured someone could have, but they were probably preoccupied, and who was going to stop the boss?
He closed the door to what she assumed was his office and he pressed her up against it. His lips were on hers and she cried out as he bit down hard.
“I’ll deal with you in a minute but this is for me.” He moved her across the room toward his desk. He bent her over the desk and flung the dress up and over her head.
His hands ran across her ass and he tugged at the thong she’d worn. Panties were hard to wear as the slits were so high and she didn’t want them to show through. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide and then his cock slid inside her. At the last couple of inches, he slammed in deep. One of his hands went to her hip and the other gathered up her hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he started to fuck her hard, driving inside her.