What Money Can Buy (4 page)

I looked
him
up and down. "Your turn," I said. "Strip."

He smiled and began to remove his clothes. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, grinning. I tried to contain my pleasure when I saw the swoops and curves of his chest as his shirt was tossed aside. He was pure muscle, broad and tall, and I wanted him to take me in his arms and make love to me. No, that's not right – I wanted more than
that
. I wanted him to
fuck
me. I wanted him to take me and
utterly, completely fuck me
.

He slowly began to walk towards me in just a pair of tight black boxer shorts. He was semi
-
erect, and I could already tell that he was lon
ger and bigger than any man I'd
ever been with before. Hell, he was more of a man in
every
se
nse of the word than anyone I'd been with before.

Without warning, he slapped his hand against the front of my panties. I cried out, shocked at the explicitness
of his actions. He rubbed his p
alm slowly against my pubic bone, his fingers t
o
ying with my slick folds beneath the fabric. He cupped my face with his other hand. "You're soaking wet, Lauren," he said, his voice almost turning into a growl. "You think you're in control, but you're wrong. Your drenched pussy tells me all I need to know."

He was right, of course, but I wasn't about to
give up the upper hand just
yet
. "And your cock? Hard and beginning to rise? You have to touch me to know how wet I am. But I can see how aroused you are from across the room."

"Really? I'm that big, huh?" He began to rub me more
vigorously
, finding my clit beneath my sopping panties with the tips of his finge
rs. I moaned out. "Ohhh...y
ou bastard."

"Don't try to win this game, Lauren. I have you where I want you. I intend to take you, right here in this building, your moans echoing through this chamber. I always get what I want, and I want you."

"Why…w
hy me?" I gasped. I
reached
down and stroked at his erection through his underwear.

"Because I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, Lauren. Your appointment at my company was no accident. I've been watching you for
these past
four months, waiting for the opportunity to do this. You
were
mine from the day you walked in the door.
You just didn't know it then."

He unhooked my bra with his free hand and pulled it away, flicking his
thumbs across
my hard nipples. "Do you want this, Lauren? Do you want to be taken and fucked?"

"No…" I lied,
a
last futile attempt to gain back some dominance. "You bastard.
You’re a
sexist, arrogant
bastard
…"

"Yes, I am," he said, pulling at my panties. He began to slip them down over my hips and I felt a rush of cool air between my legs as my drenched pussy was exposed. "I'll ask you again, Lauren, even though your answer is irrelevant. Resist me if you want, but within the next few seconds I'll be inside you. Do you want that?”

“No…” I smiled, clawing down his boxer shorts. “I mean…yes…”

“Say it, Lauren. Tell me what you want me to do…”

I felt my mouth shaping the words, my resolve shattered. I was unable to stop myself.

“Fuck me, Jason…”

He slowly descended and slipped my panties down my legs, their soaked lace tangling around my high heels before I managed to kick them away. He took off his underwear, his hard cock springing out and causing me to gasp at the glistening pre-come on his swollen head. He moved in close and I
felt him slide against my soaked folds
, teasing them apart
and threatening to violate me.

“Again,” he said. “Say it again.
Say it louder.
”

I placed my hands on his muscular arms and looked him straight in the eyes. “Fuck me.”

He didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as I had said the words, he penetrated me fully. His cock rose up into me, stretching every inch of my tight walls, causing me to cry out.
My God, he was
huge
. He was thick, long and impossibly hard – like steel inside me. His entry was so sudden, so violent and forceful,
that
it almost lifted me completely off my
feet, the backs of my
heels leaving the ground and slamming back down as he withdrew to his tip. The relief was only momentary – thrust after rock
hard thrust followed and I was stretched to my absolute limits,
his cock filling me completely.

My wetness was the only thing that allowed his beautiful violation to be so effortless, my copious lubrication permitting each stroke i
nside me. I looked down briefly
to see his thick shaft glistening with my juices as he withdrew
then traveled back into me again
. He held me tightly to him, and I wobbled on my high heels. He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I felt his arms move down to my thighs. Without hesitation, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles against his tight, firm ass. He slowed his movements, delivering delicious thrusts inside me with grace and consideration. I felt the ripple of every inch of his hardness against my tight inner walls, and he kissed and flicked his tongue against my neck, causing me to build towards an orgasm.

"Oh God, Jason," I moaned.
“You’re so big…”

He held me up with those strong arms, my
weight
barely registering as his muscles flexed
and
rippled with each hard thrust into me. I looked in
to
his eyes and smiled. "You're amazing…"

He quickened his pace and I felt his cock begin to twitch as he pressed my back against the cold marble wall of the palace. "I know," he said with an ir
resistible arrogance.

He was every inch the alpha male prick I had been led to believe he was. He knew how to fuck a woman and he didn't give a damn about whether I had wanted it or not. In truth, he knew all along.
I wanted him, and it showed.
Resisting him was pointless, stupid even. I would have been cutting my nose off to spite my face. If nothing else, he was giving me the best sex I had ever had.

He angled his
hips slightly, causing the tip of his erection
to ho
ok forward and stroke
at my g-spot. I couldn't stop grinning, partly through pleasure and partly from the knowledge that he was the only man
I’d
ever
been with
who had even
managed to
find it
. No fumbling, no attempting to
search it out
– he just knew where it was and began
to attack it with his hardness.

"Unbelievable," I smiled. I felt an orgasm begin to build. "Perfect…"

He began to twitch, then pulsate
,
inside me. Before he had chance to come, I would get
there
first. My body felt like it was exploding from inside, like an origami swan crushed in a fist then slowly, delicately allowed to unfurl again. My stomach tightened and I shook, clinging onto his body as he continued his relentless, merciless
strokes
. Juices flooded my
walls
, pouring down his thick shaft, and within seco
nds he began to come inside me.

We both screamed out as his thick, warm liquid pumped into me. It mixed with my own juices, forming a boozy cocktail of
lust
. He flinched, pushing himself deep and squeezing out every last drop, making me moan even more as I slid my hands and legs over his
firm
muscles. We kissed, and he gently lowered me down. At first, I almost lost my balance in my high heels, my head swimming
as if
I was drunk on sex. But then he brought me back with a stroke of my cheek and
a kiss on
my lips. We both smiled and looked at each other for what seemed like minutes yet was merely seconds.

"Let's get dressed," he said. "I want to know everything about you over dinner."

"So tell me, Jason. Do you enjoy being rich?"

I took a sip of the expensive
Vermentino
that Jason had ordered earlier in the evening.
Our
meals were finished, a stunning selection of Italian
cured
meats followed by fresh fish presumably caught earlier that day. Jason looked at me from behind his glass, that mischievous smile of his causing butterflies to dance around my stomach.

"Is that a loaded question, Lauren?"

"Not at all," I replied. "It's just that they say money isn't everything. That it can't buy you happiness."

"No," Jason sighed. "But it sure as hell makes the misery a lot more bearable."

I giggled. "Amen to that.
Wow
, I think I'm getting drunk."

"Good. That means it
won’t
be difficult for me to have
my wicked way
with you again later."

I wagged
a finger at him. "Now now, Mr King. We need to keep things professional, remember?"

He leaned forward. "So what about you, Lauren? What do you spend your money on?"

I took a deep breath. "Nothing. Well, nothing for me anyway. Every penny I have right now goes to my dad."

Jason looked puzzled. "Your dad? You said back in New York that he was in hospital, right?"

I nodded. "Yes. Stage two
colon c
ancer. Thankfully, he's get
ting better. But the last year has
been hell on earth and the medical bills cost a fortune."

"Does he not have insurance?"

"He does," I said, leaning back. "But it's nowhere near enough. The sheer amount of medication he has to take each day wiped out most of what I make from working
for
you. The agency has been fantastic. Normally, temps move around quite a bit – but they're desperate to keep someone working in your company, if you know what I mean. So I'm that girl."

"Because they keep getting fired?"

I nodded, laughing. "Yes. You're a horrible boss, you know. Everyone tells me that. An absolute pig."

Jason started laughing. "No, Lauren, don't hold back. There's nothing worse than someone
who sits
on the fence.
”

"
A s
exist, insufferable, lecherous, mean pig…"

"Okay, okay. Now say what you really mean."

"I don't think you're any of those things," I smiled. "Not yet, anyway."

Jason gestured to the waiter. "Do you want a coffee?"

"Yes please. Double espresso, if you're offering."

He ordered the drinks and turned back to me. "Double espresso,
huh
? Talk about rocket fuel. Anyway, you were telling me about your dad and his medical bills."

"Yes
, so the money I earn from temp
ing pays to make him better. My second job –
copywriting for magazines –
pays
for
my rent, food and everything else."

Jason leaned forward again and placed his hands on the table. "Wait, you work another job? In addition to temping full-time?"

"Yup," I replied as the waiter brought our coffees. "Guilty as charged. Now you know why
I
look so bleary
-
eyed some mornings. Not that you'd ever have noticed, of course."

Jason smiled and placed his hand on mine. "I notice everything, Lauren
.
N
othing goes in an
d
out of my company without me
seeing it
. You must hide you tiredness well because I never would have believed you were working a second job. Since the day
you
walk
ed
in, you've always looked flawless. Beautiful."

I felt
a heat form in my cheeks
. "That's enough. You
’ll
make me cry. In a good way, of course."

"Are you not used
to
people paying
you
compliments, Lauren? You seem embarrassed."

"I'm not used to much of anything," I said, fighting back tears. "It's just been so hard for so long, you know?"

Jason wiped my tears away with a delicate stroke of his finger. "No, I can't say I do. Part of the advantage of being a billionaire is that nothing is ever hard, nothing is ever so difficult you can't fix it with money."