Chapter 8
I began picking up the pace as she dipped her head under my chin and began journeying across my skin with her mouth. I could feel those warm, soft lips grazing lower, her teeth nipping at my jawline before trailing lower to my neck. The tip of her tongue lapped at my flesh with every gentle kiss as she continued downward. She pressed the side of her face into the nape of my neck; I could feel her lips feasting on my collarbone, working across the entire sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. Her arms tightened around me, her fingernails continuing to rake trails across my bare back as I began to pick up speed in pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy. She shivered with each thrust, and whimpered as she nuzzled her face against me before kissing her way up to my ear, pulling me in close so her tits were tightly mashed against my chest.
"You're bigger than my husband, Marcus." I could feel her hot breath; she punctuated the words with a long slow kiss on my ear, sucking on my earlobe and playfully nibbling on it. "Ughh… fuck me like he never could. Make me wish I was yours. Make me come, baby."
She was probably feeding me lines, but at that moment, I didn't care. She was making me feel like some kind of god. This morning, I'd been dumped and headed to work for a mid-range salary in New York on my day off. I had nothing exciting going for me. And now, I was fucking the wife of a powerful lawyer in my own fucking living room. My dick was buried in a woman who was married to a rich and powerful man. She'd offered herself to me… given herself to me. This angelic woman was naked underneath me. Not her husband. The idea that I was fucking a woman who belonged to someone else - especially a woman so far out of my league… there was something so intoxicating about it.
As those thoughts churned through my mind, I started fucking her harder. My fingers curled in her golden hair, tightening my grip on her as I pulled away from her lips to deliver several kisses of my own to the side of her face. I then tugged her head back so I could face her again. She was too beautiful not to look at.
This angel was here fucking me… begging me to make her cum. Sure, it was because I was wealthy beyond all imagination. But the fact that this kind of woman was in my house at all when she wouldn't have been here a day ago - the fact that I suddenly had the sort of power that could draw the attention of people like Helen… it was an aphrodisiac all of its own.
My hips worked back and forth, thrusting in and out of her almost violently. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my shaft, trying to milk me for my orgasm, and I did my damndest to stave it off as long as fucking possible. I wasn't done with this moment. I thought about all the other possibilities that could open up to me; if Helen - a woman of means and power - was willing to give me her body for a night, then what else was available to me? Who else? The brunette in the meeting room today? The cute barista that worked with Dillon? What was her name? Would Jessica leave whoever she was fucking and beg me to take her back? What about Natalie? Would I even fuck Bobbi if she threw herself at me?
My mind started racing, imagining it was Natalie's caramel skin I was stroking as I fucked her. An image of myself in the middle of hate-fucking Bobbi popped in my mind.
You're not thinking big enough, Marcus. What about models? Celebrities? Old crushes? My mind was spinning with the potential my fortune was promising.
The brush of Helen's lips on mine pulled me out of my reverie, and my gaze zeroed in on her intense blue eyes. They were wide, and her breath was coming in ragged gasps, "I'm so close, Marcus. Please. Please. Please…"
And suddenly all those other possibilities vanished. As I picked up speed, thrusting as hard and as fast as I could, the angel that had walked through my door was the only one that existed for me in this moment. Helen was gorgeous, with a perfect face and killer body. She obviously knew what she was doing. I would have killed for a woman like her. I hated that she was married to Roger VanCamp. I didn't want her to be with him… I wanted her all to myself.
Out of nowhere the claws of the green-eyed monster wrapped around my mind and squeezed, blocking out everything except lust and jealousy. The grip on her hair tightened and I made forced eye contact as I fucked her with wild abandone. "Mine," I growled.
Her bottom lip began to tremble against mine, her bright eyes wide open, and desperate, wordless cries escaped her throat. Her back arched violently and she began to shake uncontrollably with an orgasm the likes I'd never seen from a woman. The nails in my back began to actually hurt, which drove me over the edge… my head began to swim as I quickly reached the point of no return.
We both grasped each other tight, crushing ourselves against each other as our lips crashed together in a searing kiss. My world became very small… just the sensation of her mouth on mine, and my cock deep inside her as we both came, desperately screaming into each others' mouths.
Saturday, 12:07 am
Rain pitter-pattered against the window, adding a level of comfort to the soft lighting and even softer skin I was lightly stroking. Helen lay on her stomach, blond hair splayed out in a wavy mess that covered her shoulders and most of her pillow. One blue eye peaked out from under that mess, watching me as I enjoyed the feel of her flawless skin under my fingers.
We'd just spent somewhere between 3 and 4 hours fucking each others' brains out. After that first earth-shattering orgasm, we laid in each others' arms for about 10 minutes before we started making out again. I ended up going down on her and bringing her to 2 more orgasms. Then she'd blown me till I was hard and we fucked again in a standing position using the couch as a prop. We ended up doing it in the kitchen while in the middle of getting some leftover chinese food. Then we'd ended up in the bed where she'd brought me to another insane orgasm. I'd lost count of how many times I'd made her cum.
And now I was afraid I'd fallen in love.
I'd inherited billions of dollars, been seduced by a married lawyer, and now I'd fallen in love all in the space of about 24 hours. And it took everything I had not to tell her that and sound like a crazy person.
"What are you going to do?"
It almost felt like that unblinking blue eye was staring into my head and reading every pathetic, love-struck thought I was having. I swallowed and looked down at the bedsheets, looking at the creases in them as if trying to read my future in a palm.
"I don't know yet," I responded.
She rolled over on her side and gave me a full view of everything - her breasts hung like teardrops, and I couldn't help but reach out and fondle one of them, enjoying the feeling of her dusky nipple hardening under my palm as I played with her.. She searched my face for a long moment.
"Marcus, you could buy several football teams, a private island, and pay to have the hottest pornstar to fuck you, and you wouldn't even feel it. How do you not know?"
"Because I can't even begin to imagine this kind of money. I just don't know enough about this world. Do I owe taxes? What about the businesses? Do I just put the money in the bank? Invest it? In what? Do I give myself an allowance?," I looked back up at her. "How would I even go about doing stuff like buying an island or paying a pornstar?"
"You get your people to handle it," she said with a wry smile, pointing at herself to indicate that she was one of those people.
"Can I trust the people at your firm to do what's best for me?"
She hesitated.
"You can trust that they'll do what's best for them, which is keeping you happy."
"Yeah, but it's all so big. What about all the shady shit I don't know about? You don't get that kind of money without at least a few skeletons in the closet. I don't want to get into hot water because my grandpa had a side hustle in human trafficking or dog fighting or something. And there's no way I can keep track of everything your firm is doing. There's just so much going on in my grandpa's estate that I bet people could get away with a lot. People could be making deals I'm not aware of with influential people I don't know. Toppling governments or bribing officials or politicians. How do I know I'm not being manipulated or played?"
"Honestly, I think you watch way too much television," Helen said. "You're right. Your grandfather did have some less-than-stellar arrangements. Nothing like what you described… at least to my knowledge. But if there are things you don't wish to be associated with anymore, we can certainly accommodate it." She looked at me pointedly, "But more importantly, why do you care? It's not like you can get into any real trouble. You have more than enough money to compensate anyone with any amount. Even the purest angel can fall with enough temptation. You won the lottery, Marcus. Why not just enjoy it?" She looked genuinely confused.
"Because I don't want to just be used by a bunch of hangers-on. I would want things done on my terms. The way I want to do them, and if there's anything shady going on, I'd at least want to know about it. I want to know I can trust my people and that they're willing to educate me. Not just do what I tell them, but do the things that I don't know to ask for."
She placed a hand on my face, gently stroking it, "Honey… you pay them enough, and you'll have the firm's complete loyalty."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
I hesitated, collecting my thoughts. "What if I wanted you. Not the rest. Just you."
"What?"
"Would you leave the firm and start your own practice working for me exclusively?"
She chuckled in amusement, "Honey, I'm married to one of the partners of the firm I work for. I can't just jump ship."
"But I want you to."
"I-"
"You literally said I could buy whatever I want. I want you."
Her eyes softened, "Baby. You don't get it. I have a really good life."
"What if I paid you two million dollars a year?"
She hesitated.
"Five million dollars a year. You divorce your husband and come work for me exclusively for five million a year."
"I just-"
"Ten million?"
She locked gazes with me, "You can't be serious."
"I trust you," I said. "I think…" She showed up at my apartment to seduce me, obviously trying to sway me to continue to employ the services of her firm. Of course I trusted her enough to not do anything shady behind my back! All I had to do was buy her loyalty. That's what she said, right? "And I want you."
"There's better lawyers out there than me," she said as she pulled her knees up under her chin.
"Yeah, but you're a good lawyer. And I want you."
Amusement danced in her eyes, "You said that. I'm flattered that you value my expertise–"
"No. I mean I want you to be mine. My lawyer, and in every other way. Ten million dollars a year, and you wouldn't have to worry about anything. Just be my lawyer, and be mine."