The Love Of Money - Episode 287
27-08-25 (10:24)
Then she took the whole thing between her lips,
slipping them down the length of my cock until a little
more than half of it was in her mouth. I closed my eyes
and simply enjoyed the sensation of having my dick
back in Helen’s mouth. I was in love with Natalie. I
could have easily fallen in love with Danni. I was
obsessed with Erin, and Bobbi was mine to do with as I
pleased… but nothing could quite live up to your first,
and in a strange sort of way, Helen felt like my first. I’d
been reborn the moment I became wealthy—my old
life had ceased, and my new life as a Gerrard began,
and Helen had been the first to introduce me to this
new world through carnal pleasure.
I enjoyed her so much that I decided to keep her.
Having a hard-on induced by dominating my enemy
and reclaiming his wife as my prize, I knew I wouldn’t
last long. I pulled on her hair and extracted my cock
from her lips; she stood, gasping as she tried to keep
the tension on her scalp to a minimum.
“Take ‘em off,” I growled, spinning her around and
throwing her against the door.
“Fuck,” she gasped, reaching under her skirt and
scrambling to pull her panties down her thighs, lifting
one leg to slip them off, then the other. They were
immediately discarded as I pressed myself up against
her, lifting her skirt and slipping my cock between her
thighs.
Her wet thighs. She was already so aroused that the
moisture had begun accumulating between her legs. I
savored the feel of slick skin sandwiching my dick as it
nestled into the cleft of her outer lips.
Pulling her hair so her head arched back, I pressed my
lips to her ear and gave her a soft, quiet kiss. The only
sound was her ragged breathing.
“Roger’s no longer a partner, Helen,” I whispered. I
reached down and slid my fingers between her legs,
feeling for the head of my cock. As soon as they came
in contact, I pressed up until I felt the tip slip inside
Helen’s folds. Fluid leaked around my fingers as she let
out a shuddering breath.
“What?”
“He’s gone,” I whispered and kissed her ear again. I
extracted the hand between her legs and grasped a
breast with my wet fingers, grinding a rock-hard nipple
under my palm as I pushed my hips forward. A quarter
of my length slid into her.
“He’s not coming back.”
Her eyes clenched shut, Helen whimpered and pushed
her ass back against me, biting down on her lip as even
more of my length slipped inside her. I grabbed a nipple
between my forefinger and thumb and pinched down
on it hard. Helen immediately went wild, opening her
mouth wide and baring her teeth as she tried to literally
bite the fucking door.
“I told him he has to divorce you,” I said, punctuating it
with a violent thrust as I pulled her against me, jerking
her away from the wooden panel. I pulled back and
thrust back in her again.
“He’s going to divorce you,” I growled.
“Fuck! Are you sure?” Helen gasped, attempting to turn
her head toward me.
I bit down on her ear gently. “Yes. I told him he’s done
with you. I told him you were mine.”
Pushing her away from me, my cock slipped free,
buying me a little bit of respite since I had already been
getting close to coming. She gave me a surprised gasp.
I grabbed her arm, spun her around so that she faced
me, and then dragged her to the smaller meeting table
in the middle of the room. Her bare ass was pressed
against its surface as I hovered over her, trapping her
between me and the office furniture.
“How do you feel about that?” I asked, studying her
face. Her eyes were bright with emotion even though
the only illumination came from the window.
“Are you serious, Marcus?” She asked, searching my
face as if looking for the lie.
“You never have to see him ag—”
She cut me off with a super-heated kiss, her hand
clamped on my face as if it were the only thing
keeping her from falling through the floor. Her tongue
invaded my mouth, and she proceeded to try to eat my
face as she wrapped her legs around me. Eventually,
she broke off, taking a deep, noisy breath. “Oh god!”
“I’m not done with you yet, Helen. You’re mine now,” I
whispered, searching her icy blue irises.
“Fuck,” she breathed and thrust her soaking-wet vagina
into my crotch. My naked cock immediately wedged
itself in her slit again, and as we gyrated our hips, we
managed to force it back in her. I pushed forward and
hauled her up on the table, following her until I was on
top. Her legs still wrapped around me, I began fucking
her.
“You live with me now,” I grunted as I pistoned in and
out of her.
“Yes!” she said, nodding, her eyes wide as she stared
back at me.
“Say it.”
“I live with you now. I’m yours,” she repeated my
words.
She didn’t shout them the way Bobbi did. There was no
screaming. It was just a breathy statement of fact.
Calm and cool… just like Helen, but I could tell she
meant it. She was submitting to me.
“Roll over,” she said, and I obliged. The table was big
enough that we were able to make it work, and Helen
proceeded to ride me, alter-nating between thrusting her
hips back and forth in a gyrating motion to bouncing
straight up and down on my cock. She raised her arms
above her head and ran her fingers through her hair as
I watched her tense up. We’d only been fucking for a
handful of minutes, but that was all it took for her to
cum on my cock. I watched in fascination as she gritted
her teeth and shuddered through a quiet orgasm.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuck you, Roger…” she grated, her fingers
raking through her scalp as she rode an orgasm that
seemed to go on forever.
And then she collapsed on top of me, her lips
immediately seeking mine as I wrapped my arms
around her, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her
hips began grinding into mine, working my dick in and
out of her as we wrestled lips and tongues. She broke
the kiss just long enough to whisper against my mouth.
“Thank you, Marcus. Oh god… thank you.”
I grinned as she kissed me again and rolled back over
so I was on top again, picking up pace as it was my
turn to cum deep in her. Eventually, I was working so
hard to fuck her that we could no longer kiss, and we
simply breathed each other's air. And that’s when Helen
started whispering her promises.
“I’m yours, Marcus. I’m all yours for as long as you’ll
have me. I’m sure Bobbi still needs training. I can’t wait
to continue. Is there anyone else you want me to train?
I’ll do it. You want to collar me and make me kneel
next to your little fuck toys? I’ll do it if that’s what you
really want. Anything, baby,” she breathed in my ear.
“You just say the word.”
I buried my face in her right breast and groaned into
her soft flesh as I emptied my balls deep into her
womb. I wrapped my arms around her head, pulled her
face down into my hair, and enjoyed the sensation of
her lips pressing against my scalp. It was good to have
Helen back.
As soon as the last of my semen had leaked out of my
dick and into her, I collapsed on top of my blonde
lawyer and enjoyed it as she began running her
perfectly manicured fingernails through my hair. We
spent the next several moments simply enjoying each
other in silence.
“Bobbi’s missed you,” I finally said.
She hummed, and I could hear the smile in it. “Glad to
hear it. I’ve missed her sweet mouth on my pussy.”
“Erin’s been keeping her busy lately,” I said. “I think
Bobbi’s starting to enjoy women… not that she would
admit it.”
“I’ll make her admit it,” Helen said.
“I’d like to see that,” I said.
A few more minutes passed in silence, and Helen said,
“Marcus, is he really gone?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking up at her. “I mean everything I
said. You’re mine now. If that’s what you want.”
Helen wasn’t like Bobbi. She did have a submissive
streak for the right person, but unlike Bobbi, there was
more of an agreement there… a tenuous trust that was
earned… not simply given away to someone who
proved to be the bigger bully like my kitten had done.
“And I meant what I said,” Helen replied, stroking my
face as she studied me with her azure gaze. Her eyes
were anything but cold right now. “After everything
you’ve done… I’ll do anything for you.”
I felt my cock lurch to life a little with that promise,
wishing Roger had been able to hear that confession
from his wife.
“What did you tell Roger when he texted you?” I asked.
“When?” she asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“About ten… fifteen minutes before I found you?” I said.
“Roger… didn’t text me.”
I sat up at that. “Are you sure?”
Helen propped herself up on her elbows, growing
concern on her face. “I haven’t heard from him since I
went to my office.”
Oh fuck.
Thursday, 12:54 pm
“What the fuck happened?” I asked, crouching beside
Chloe, who was nursing a bruise on her forehead as
she sat just inside an ambulance, leaning against the
open door.
The SUV Chloe and one of the Johns had taken Roger in
was lying on its side. The entire front of it looked like it
had been grabbed and squeezed by a giant hand. All
the windows were still intact thanks to being
bulletproof, but they were completely spiderwebbed
with cracks, and one of the back doors was lying about
ten feet away from the rest of the vehicle. It looked
like it had been cut away with specialized tools.
Surrounding us were two fire trucks, an ambulance, a
body bag that looked like it had been stuffed, and
roughly two dozen emergency responders. I’d arrived
just in time to see John being loaded into a second
ambulance with a stretcher.
“Car hit us. I put about four bullets in one of ‘em,”
Chloe said, hiking her thumb roughly in the direction of
the body bag while squinting at me through one eye.
“Didn’t see who it was, but they took VanCamp.”
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