His thr**ts becoming hard, moving fast, the sound of their flesh slapping together rang loud throughout the small bedroom, mixed with their moans and grunts.
Later, she was shocked when he finished, rolling off her and took her in his arms and held her. She didn't know what to do. Usually, he got up right away and got dressed, or she did. This was so unlike him. She decided to break the embrace after a few minutes, though she had to admit it did feel good being held in his arms.
"I guess you'll be wanting to be on your way now," she said, moving away and getting out of bed she puts on a robe.
He stayed laying in bed, his hands behind his head. "I wouldn't mind a drink first, do you have any wine or hard liquor?"
"Ryan, what are you doing? This is only about s€x not talking or sharing a drink."
"I only want a drink before I go. After all, I have worked up a thirst," he said, getting out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get his clothes.
"I do have some red wine if that's OK?" she said, following him. Looking at his @ss she blushed, thinking what a great @ss he has.
"That would be great."
After putting on his clothes he picked up the stuff that he had knocked off the table while she poured them both a glass of wine. He leaned against the kitchen counter, glancing around the small apartment as he sipped on his wine. "Your place is so small," he commented.
"Yes, but it's clean and all I can afford."
"Don't you make a good living working for Milton Enterprises?"
"You would think so, but unless I get that promotion I'll have to settle for living here."
Taking another sip of his drink a thought popped into his head. "I could set you up in a nice suite at one of the hotels, it wouldn't cost you anything. It would be much better than living here."
"You want me to move into a place, one that you would be paying for?" She felt her anger rising, making her lash out. "Get out," she yelled at him.
"What's your problem?
"Are you kidding me? I'm not going to be anyone's mistress, I'm not some prostitute."
"No one's saying you are. I just want to help that's all. It would make things much easier for us to have a place where I can come over whenever I want without wondering if you're home or not. This place is cute and all but I'd prefer to f**k you in a nicer place and I know you don't like having to come all the way to my place in the middle of the night."
"You make me sick," she snapped at him.
He went and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Just think about it. You wouldn't have to worry about money, you wouldn't even have to work anymore, you'd have a nice place to live in and we could get together more often. We love f**king each other, why not do it in style?"
She pushed his hands away. "I can make my own living thank you very much. I will not be a kept woman or some man's whore and mistress. Now get out."
Not liking her tone he grabbed her arms, pulling her up close, his eyes blazing with fury stared into hers. "Never yell or order me around Ria, I don't like it and when I don't like something I can become very nasty." His eyes looked down at her lips that were quivering, he felt her body trembling and he became aroused.
Backing her up against the counter his lips came down on hers, his hand untied her robe and he cupped her br**st, moving down between her legs and found she was wet when he started stroking her clit. "You're wet, I think you want me to f**k you before I go."
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"Oh God," she moaned when he began rubbing between her legs and she instantly got turned on when his two fingers went inside her, stroking. She was appalled with this man for the way he was treating her but she couldn't help feeling h**ny when he kissed and groped her. His warm breath blew over her neck when he leaned down, kissing her neck as he pulled the robe over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She closed her eyes when he turned her around, bending her over.