The Love Of Money - Episode 294
29-08-25 (20:34)
She wore a tank top that came a little short, showing
off a beautiful strip of creamy midsection before her
skin-tight cotton shorts got in the way. Those stopped
only about a quarter of the way down her thighs,
leaving most of her lovely legs bare for my viewing
pleasure. Her hair was gathered in a loose pile at the
back of her head, with several messy strands falling
loose, giving her an unkempt, bedridden look that
suggested an understated sensuality. She was also
clearly not wearing a bra under the thin sleeveless shirt.
Despite the healing bruises and the fading split lip, she
looked like a fucking snack.
"Why did you turn Danni down?" she asked.
"Because I'm not boyfriend material," I said, slightly
alter-ing the excuse she gave me a few weeks ago.
She chuckled, clearly getting the reference. "Do yourself
a favor. Don't burn that bridge. You may not be
boyfriend material yet, but give it some time. All things
change, and Danielle is a catch."
Something about how she said that prodded the little
hamster in my brain to start turning the wheel. "All
things change…"
Natashya simply smirked.
"You're dating my sister now."
She broke out in a grin so wide that her eyes grew
squinty. "You're insightful when it's not about you." She
sighed. "Yes. We are 'official.'"
I felt a slight pang of jealousy. At one point, I could
have seen myself dating Natashya. She was stunning,
fit, and fun, and I could have easily found a best friend
in her; I wondered what about Emily had inspired her
to become girlfriend material. What was I lacking? Tits?
"What changed?"
"Eh," Natashya said, "Vegas, mostly. You and your sister
have been so sweet to me. I saw what having good
people in my life was like. Don't get me wrong—the
Starlight girls are good people, mostly, but you and
Emily… Erin… you're different. Special." She grew more
somber. "Emily took such good care of me after we
returned."
"I wish there was more I could've done for you," I said,
my guilt clawing its way to the surface as fresh images
of Natashya on her knees with a gun to her head came
to mind.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Marcus. You’ve done so much for
me. I still have a job at the Starlight because of you.
I’ve had the best medical treatment and no bills to pay.
You have done so much while giving me the space I
need to heal and asking for nothing in return.”
She slid off the table and put a knee on the chair I was
sitting in, then planted the other so she was straddling
me, settling the beautiful, round globes of her ass in my
lap as she slid her fingers through my hair. Her nails
were short, so her fingertips gently grazed my scalp.
“Aren’t you in a relationship?” I asked, trying my best to
not react to the woman in my lap that I hadn’t touched
since she’d blown me in Vegas.
“Yes,” she said, her auburn eyes scanning my face.
“And we’ve decided to be monogamous.”
Half of that made sense; Emily had never seemed the
type to be cool with an open relationship. It’s not like
we’d ever discussed it, but I would have been shocked
to learn that she was okay with her partner sleeping
with other people. Natashya, on the other hand…
“This isn’t very monogamous behavior,” I said, working
even harder to keep my hands in check. There was no
way in hell I was going to make a move on my sister’s
girlfriend.
“She knows about this,” Natashya said, smiling down at
me. The Starlight dancer had always been fun and flirty
when interacting with me in any sort of sexual way,
but this was different. As she stared into my eyes, I
sensed fondness.
“You’re telling me Emily is okay with this? I doubt that.”
I gripped the arms of the chair a little harder just in
case my hands got a mind of their own.
“She’s had given her blessing for one more ride,” she
said, sliding her arms around my neck as she drew her
face close to mine. “I think I can give up pussy if I love
the woman enough, but she has no dick. That will be
difficult for me to quit. I told her as much.” She pressed
her lips to my forehead, and her lips felt like a brand on
my skin. “I do not know if I can give it up permanently,
but I told her I’m willing to try as long as one condition,”
she said, screwing up her English as her crotch made
contact with mine. I could feel the warmth radiating
from her through my pants.
“Fuck,” I breathed, understanding what that one
condition was.
“Marcus, will you please fuck me one last time?”
Natashya asked, looking at me almost shyly.
I couldn’t believe Emily had agreed to let her new
girlfriend fuck me one more time in exchange for
swearing off dick for good! I’d been attracted to
Natashya since I’d first laid eyes on her, and we’d made
a strong, immediate connection. I’d missed her over the
last two weeks since Vegas, and God… it felt good to
have her sitting in my lap again. I had to be dreaming,
right? I’d fallen asleep on the way home from brunch,
and this was my brain trying to escape the misery of
what I’d done to Danni. That had to be what this was,
right?
Pressing my forehead into hers, I gave her a serious
look as I whispered, “Please tell me you’re not joking.”
Keeping her forehead pressed to mine, she slowly
shook her head back and forth and giggled, “I am not.”
Our breath mingled as we hovered close to each other,
and my lips started to drift toward hers, inevitably
drawn by some invisible force. Natashya had so many
great qualities, but her lips were one of my favorites.
Unfortunately, just before our lips made contact, she
pulled away, her smile seasoned with a touch of regret.
“There is only one rule, Marcus—everything is
permissible except for kissing on the mouth. Emily was
very clear on that.”
I hated that. Kissing was near the top of my favorite
things to do with a woman. The sensual feel of soft,
pillowy lips on mine… a soft, wet tongue pinning mine
and wrestling with it… the taste and feel of little
breaths taken between liplocks. There was something
just so intimate about the feel of a woman’s mouth on
mine.
However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t use every other
inch of Natashya’s body. If this was the only way I
could experience her… I would take what I could get.
Besides, I needed the distraction, and Natashya was
perfect for that.
“That’s okay,” I said as my gaze dropped to her lips…
just a hint of fullness to them and soft as velvet. “If this
is the only way I can have you—even if it’s for one last
time—then I’m grateful.”
Natashya clicked her tongue as her smile widened.
“Such a flatterer.” She ground her crotch into mine
again in slow rocking motions and kissed my forehead
again. “Don’t make me think I chose the wrong Upton.”
Instead of responding, I placed a hand on the back of
her neck and pulled her down, my lips finding the soft
skin of her throat. My teeth ran lightly across it, and I
felt her shiver in my arms as my free hand dropped to
her ass, squeezing it like a stress ball to release my
anguish and pent-up frustration. If I couldn’t kiss her, I’d
find plenty of other ways of stealing her breath away.
Suddenly, I shocked her by wrapping my arm around
her waist and standing up; she instinctively wrapped
her legs around me as she gasped, “What are you
doing?”
Fortunately, my desk was relatively clutter-free and
provided a perfect place to lay Natashya. Approaching
it, I dropped her on the surface without ceremony. Her
ankles dropped away from my lower back, and she
looked uncertainly at me. I wasted no time. The tank
top was gone in an instant, her natural breasts
bouncing free as I stripped the thin cotton-like material
away from her. The shorts came off next. By now, both
of us were starting to breathe heavily as arousal began
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