The Right Price
: Chapter 13

It’d been long enough that my first orgasm had turned me into a pile of uselessness. With Evander’s hand wrapped around my throat, and his fingers in my pussy, that was the only reason that I was still standing on my feet.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hissed, and I couldn’t do anything but appreciate the compliment silently.

Though I did whimper with the loss, I didn’t say anything as Evander pulled his fingers out of my body, then used that same hand to turn off the water. I also didn’t fight him as he picked me up bride-style, using his shoulder to pop the shower door open.

Walking us out of the bathroom, Evander immediately tossed me on the bed. I was soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to care. I went to scoot back, so that he could join me, but Evander had other plans.

His hands wrapped around my ankles, and he dragged me to the edge of the bed as his knees hit the floor. Evander took my thighs in his hands, spread them open, and there was no time for modesty or embarrassment before I felt his tongue lapping up my orgasm from the shower.

“I don’t want to taste water or soap,” he growled between licks. “I want to taste your pussy. I want to know what your cum tastes like.”

My hands fisted the comforter beneath me. “Please,” I begged like a hussy. “Oh, God…Evander, please…” I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d had sex, but I knew that it hadn’t felt like this. Chemistry really was an addictive feeling.

Evander slid two fingers back inside me, and when a third finger slid in my ass, my mind had quickly betrayed my body, and it callously reminded me of what the ten-thousand dollars was for. I had never had anal sex before, so this was something new. However, was I really in a position to deny him this?

Before I could get stuck into that vortex of thinking, Evander nipped at my clit, and I saw fucking stars. My body bowed with the force of my orgasm, and my cries broke out from deep in my soul. “Evander…”

He didn’t say anything as his fingers and tongue rode me through my orgasm, and the absolute pleasure of it all had me doubting my reservations about anal sex. The double penetration felt so incredible that I could see myself quickly agreeing if he asked.

I laid on the bed, my eyes closed, my body still a wrecked mess, but I could still hear the sounds of Evander opening up a condom wrapper. While I was on birth control, condoms were about more than just preventing pregnancies, and I appreciated how he participated in safe sex. I hadn’t been working at the club all that long before I’d heard my first STD complaint from one of the dancers, and I really couldn’t stress enough how much I never wanted to have a story like that of my own.

When I felt Evander crawling up my body, I opened my eyes just as his face appeared over mine. “Spread those legs for me, baby,” he instructed, and I did it, no questions asked. “Sweet and romantic or rough and dirty? I need to know, Collins.”

I wanted it all. As greedy as that sounded, I wanted sweet, romantic, rough, and dirty. “I don’t care,” I panted with need. “I want you to make me feel it all.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, and all I could do was dig my fingers into the mattress when he slammed his entire length into my tight body.

“Oh, Christ…” I cried out, feeling so full of him. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but Evander was easily the biggest man that I’d ever been with. When he had walked into the shower naked, and I had gotten a good look at what he was working with, I had almost swooned.

“Sweet and romantic later,” he grunted above me. “Right now, I need to fuck the soul from your body, baby.” My entire body clenched, and I could feel myself already dripping all over him. “I need you to feel how badly I want you.”

“Evander, please…” I begged. “Please, please, please…”

“Collins, I’m not stopping until it hurts to close your legs,” he swore, and my body clenched again.

His dirty talk was driving me insane with lust, and if I had a tip for men on sex, it would be to instruct them to be as vocal as possible. Dirty talk was hot as hell. Just like our cries and moans turned them on, it was sexy as hell to hear how a man was falling apart because he was inside you.

“Yes,” I said, eager for the same thing. “Make me sore, Evander. Make me cum.”

“Fuck,” he hissed again, and my body wasn’t prepared for what came next.

Rising to the challenge, Evander hooked both of my legs over the crooks of his elbows, then started railing me hard and deep, and if you’ve never had a man bottom out, hitting your womb, that shit wasn’t for the weak. It was a blinding combination of pleasure and pain, and all I could do was lay there as he forced me to take it.

“You feel so damn good,” he growled, and he looked beautiful looming over me, taking control, and driving his cock deep inside me. “Fuck, baby…”

There was something in those deep brown eyes of his that had me wishing for more, and as soon as my emotions made an appearance, my body started responding. “I’m going to cum,” I warned him.

“I know,” he grunted. “I can feel you. I can feel you every-fucking-where, Collins.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I also didn’t have much time to dwell on it. That sensation of euphoria was already building, ready to hit that peak that a lot of people sold their souls for. Nothing in the world felt like an orgasm. Nothing in the world felt like a man filling you up, owning you, driving you out of your mind with pleasure. Good dick could make a woman do very, very stupid things.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Cum all over my cock, Collins. Give me what’s mine.”

Those last four little words were enough to push me over the edge. My fingers dug into the strained muscle of his arms, and I was shamelessly letting my orgasm control everything around me. I came like he had commanded, but when another one started to quickly build, I couldn’t believe it. Multiple orgasms were supposed to be a myth, a fanciful wish.

“Oh, God…Evander…”

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. “Give me another one, baby.”

Everything was lost to me in the midst of my third orgasm of the night, and by the time that I was able to gather my senses again, Evander had me on my hands and knees, and holy hell.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned as he slammed his dick deep inside me. “You feel too fucking good, Collins. I can’t get enough, baby.”

My hands were fisted in the comforter, and I was literally face down, ass up with this man, and I almost blacked out before he finally came inside me. I felt his dick swell with his release, and a small part of me wished that we could have done this with a little more trust. However, I would never regret using a condom with my partners.

I felt Evander pull out, and as soon as he did, my entire body collapsed on its side, my eyes heavy with exhaustion.

After Evander took care of the condom situation, he came back to the bed, gathered me up in his arms, and we were spooning like a real couple. “I’m thirty-five, not twenty-five, so give me a couple of minutes,” he said, making me chuckle.

“I’m only thirty, and I think I need more than a couple of minutes,” I teased. “I’m pretty sure that you just wrecked me.”

“Good,” he smirked. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” I warned. “I can only take so much before I have to cry uncle.”

I felt his chest move behind me in a silent chuckle, but instead of teasing me back again, he asked, “What time do you need to be at work tomorrow?”

Since he couldn’t possibly know about my three jobs, I assumed that he was talking about the club. “I work at eight in the morning, but not at the club.”

“How many hours of sleep do you need to function the next day?” he asked, his hand rubbing my hip, his lips back against the side of my neck.

“I can go without sleep,” I lied. “Just don’t stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. “Kissing you or touching you?”

“Both,” I shamelessly replied.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Collins,” he promised. “I’m going to start out sweet and romantic, but I can’t promise much after that.”

His fingers were already making their way towards the inside of my thigh. “I don’t care,” I whimpered honestly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” I answered breathlessly.

“Did you like it when I had my finger in your ass?”

“Oh, God…” I moaned as my body clenched around the two fingers already invading my pussy.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled softly in my ear.