《No Emotions Attached (Sugar Baby Wanted)》Chapter 11: The Couch
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I groaned, lifting my head up as the door opened. I cleared my throat and pretended to work as Alec pulled his jacket off.
“Good morning. You’re here early.” He smiled.
“You're late.” I smiled slightly. “Daylight savings.”
“I’m the boss.” He raised an eyebrow, the smile still on his face.
“Well, I'm dead tired. I forgot about it until my fucking alarm went off.”
“Should’ve gone to bed earlier.” He shrugged.
“I was having some late-night fun.” I shrugged as well.
“Oh really? What did you do?”
“Hardcore anal.”
“Who was the lucky guy?” He smiled slightly.
“My roommates.”
“Who was receiving?”
“All of us. We took turns, you know?” I shrugged.
“Come here.” I did as he asked, getting up to meet him. He pushed me against the wall, his fingers wrapping themselves around my neck. His other hand reached down and grabbed my leg just behind the knee. He pulled my leg up, stepped in closer, and used his hand positioning to hoist me up against the wall. He gave my neck a hard squeeze. I could feel my face heat up as the blood pressure welled up.
He dropped me to the floor, allowing me to gasp for breaths. I looked up at him to see him still smiling. He began unbuckling his pants, so he was exposed eye level with me. He ran his fingers through my hair, making a ponytail before wrapping it around his hand a few times to get a better grip. Alec pulled my head back as I opened my mouth, allowing him to push himself inside. He began roughly face fucking me, barely allowing me breaths between thrusts. My eyes began to water as he continued.
After a while, he stopped still holding onto my hair and guided me to the couch. I sat down, trying to catch my breath as he pulled his pants down the rest of the way. He looked at me and sneered as if he was mad I was just sitting there. He grabbed onto the neckline of my shirt and yanked it apart, causing the fabric to rip apart.
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“Alec-” I tried to protest, but he shut me up by pushing me back, ripping the shirt the rest of the way, and exposing my chest to him.
“No bra. It’s like you were asking for it.” He smirked, cupping a breast, before moving his hand to pull my pants off.
“At least you can’t rip those.” I smiled up at him.
He grabbed onto my boob, squeezing hard, causing me to shut up and the smile to fade, but his smirk to grow. He pushed himself in as I continued to squirm around from the pain. After a handful of thrusts, he grabbed both of my legs, pressing them against my chest.
“Fuck.” Alec moaned out as he began to thrust less rhythmically. He pulled out before shoving his dick into my ass, causing me to yelp out as he cummed inside him.
“What the fuck?” I glared up at him as he pulled out painfully.
“You should be used to it after your night.” He smirked, his eyes roaming over my body once more.
I scooted over before beginning to redress, pulling my tattered shirt off. “What am I going to do now?”
“I have an extra shirt you can wear.” Alec walked over to his desk after pulling his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. “I’ll give you twenty bucks to pay for your shirt.” He pulled some money out of his wallet placing it on my desk. He walked over to pick up the bottle of Simple Green.
“I know, I know.” I held my hand up, stopping him from talking. “I’ll clean up.”
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