"Take it," he said, tossing a thick bundle of cash across the bed, his eyes dark, hungry.
It landed beside me like a dare.
"What is this for?" I asked, breathless — already knowing.
He didn't smile. He devoured me with his eyes.
"For making me lose control, it's been long since a woman made me feel this way " he said, slowly unzipping his trousers with maddening ease. "But understand this — I have a dangerously high libido… which means I'll need you. Constantly."
My pulse pounded in my throat.
He leaned back, eyes roaming over my bare skin, pausing at the peaks of my chest, the flush in my cheeks — like he already owned every part of me.
"Come here," he growled, voice thick with desire. "Come ride me. I want to feel you wrapped around me — now."
Everything moved in a blur. I picked up the money — it wasn't just a bundle, it was two thick stacks held together with a rubber band. My mind flickered to bills and debts, but only for a moment.
I didn't hesitate. I walked to him, sank to my knees, and reached for his zipper. He groaned as I freed him, thick, long and already hard. I took him into my mouth slowly, letting the weight and warmth of him fill me.
The salty taste of his pre-cum touched my tongue as I sucked, my hand stroking what my lips couldn't reach. His low moans fueled me.
In one swift move, he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed.
"Let me rid—" I began
"Shut up" he quickly cut me off as his mouth finds my nipples, sucking one while his hand teased the other, his grip tight — possessive.
I moaned shamelessly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room.
He stripped quickly — shirt, trousers, briefs — all gone in seconds. He returned to my breasts, his mouth relentless, teasing me until I was trembling beneath him. Then, without warning, he slid into me, thick and deep.
I gasped.
He moved fast, hard, his rhythm punishing and perfect, the clapping sound of my butt slapping against his tigh filled the room.
Each thrust hit deep into my G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His hips slapped against me, his balls brushing against my skin with every stroke.
My fingers dug into his thick black hair as my moans turned to cries, he continuiously pounded into me, filling every part of me.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled out and flipped me over, entering me again from behind with a deep groan. One hand gripped my waist, the other played with my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I couldn't hold it anymore. I clenched around him as I came hard, my body shaking beneath him.
But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, deeper, rougher — chasing his own release.
"I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice thick with need.
And then he let go, hips jerking, spilling himself inside me with a final, guttural moan.
We stayed like that, tangled in sweat and heat, the room echoing with the sound of our breath.
***********
Time flew by quicker than I realized. It was already 5 a.m.
I carefully slipped out of bed, gathered my clothes and the bundles of cash, and tiptoed out, into the guest room. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I made my way out of the house and straight to the car.
I drove directly to Janet's place to pick up Jenny.
"You definitely have a lot to tell me," Janet called out as I backed out of her driveway.
Jenny was busy munching on her breakfast in the passenger seat when she asked, "What kept you back?"
I gave a small smile and said, "Sorry about that, Jen. But hey — no talking while eating."
She narrowed her eyes playfully. "Do you have a man?"
I almost choked on my breath. "Jenny!" I said with a mock gasp, "You're way too young to be asking that kind of question." I brushed it off and turned the conversation back to her plate.
"I know eating in the car is weird but eat up, please. I need to drop you off before 7— I have work to get to."
She looked at me sideways, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "There's something different about you today," she said, pointing at me with her tiny index finger.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. "Do you still want to stay at Grandma's?" I asked, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Actually, yes. You'll be gone most of the day, and I don't want to be alone," she answered, taking the last sip of her tea.
I nodded. "That makes sense. I wouldn't feel great leaving you alone for hours either."
Jenny shrugged. "I'm a big girl."
"Oh, please," I said with a chuckle. "Big girl or not, I'm not risking it."
"Tomorrow's Saturday, right?" I added. "We'll start packing then and our stuff to Grandma's on Sunday. Sound good?"
"Cool," she said with a little thumbs-up.
I smiled as I proceeded to concentrate on the road ..
"Alright then," I said, mostly to myself. "Time to figure out what comes next."
*****
I made sure to arrive at work ten minutes early — not for him, but for his son, David.
David usually left for school by 9 a.m., and I got there by 7:30 to make sure everything was in order. I prepared his breakfast, helped him get cleaned up, made sure he brushed his teeth, and had him dressed and fed in time for the school bus. His lunch was packed neatly in his box, and by the time he waved goodbye, I felt satisfied that I'd done my part right.
Through all of this, my employer hadn't stepped out of his room. I assumed he didn't want to see me — and for reasons I couldn't quite admit to myself, I didn't want to see him either.
I settled at the dining table and opened my laptop. I had brought it along to catch up on the class I missed the day before — a mistake I had only myself to blame for.
The bundles of money he'd given me still sat in my bag untouched. Just thinking about them felt surreal. Before I did anything with it, I needed to talk to Janet. I needed someone else's voice in my head besides my own.
Then came the sound of his voice — deep, smooth, unmistakable.
"What's for breakfast?"
I turned sharply, startled to see him standing there.
His joggers hung low on his waist, revealing the outline of his impressive form beneath. The sight made my breath catch — but I forced myself to stay composed.
"I didn't realize I was meant to nanny you too," I replied coolly, not flinching under his gaze.
He gave a slow, wicked smile. "I thought I paid you for that last night."
I watched him walk toward me with that slow, confident stride — only for him to pass right by without a word and head into the kitchen.
A wave of embarrassment washed over me, though it was oddly laced with relief. My skin prickled with goosebumps, the anticipation still clinging to me like a second skin. I forced myself to refocus, blinking back into the present as I turned to my laptop.
"I paid you last night for your services today, didn't I?" his voice called out casually from the kitchen.
I stood and walked in after him, keeping my reply brief. "You paid me for the sex we had."
He glanced at me over his shoulder, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Then at least be nice enough to make me breakfast," he said, mockingly playful.
With an exaggerated roll of my eyes, I moved toward the fridge, pulling out some frozen ingredients and starting the stove. "Breakfast will be ready soon," I said, watching him stroll lazily out of the kitchen toward the dining area.
I made pancakes and eggs, poured him a glass of juice, and set everything neatly in front of him at the table.
"Have you eaten?" he asked halfway through his meal.
"Yeah," I lied smoothly.
"Alright," he said, nodding, and returned to his food.
A few minutes later, he finished his juice and wiped his mouth with the napkin I'd placed beside his plate. Then he looked up, his expression unreadable.
"I know you haven't eaten," he said, rising from his seat. "Get something in you — you look pale. I slammed you pretty hard last night, remember?" He smirked and disappeared from view.
My cheeks burned instantly. I dropped my face into my hands, whispering an embarrassed, "Oh my God," followed by a heavy sigh.
I was completely drained. My body ached for rest.
I hadn't even mentioned that he'd woken up a couple of hours after the first round — and took me again like he hadn't had a taste the first time.
No wonder I looked exhausted.
I grabbed a plate of pancakes and eggs for myself, poured a myself a small class of juice, and carried it all to the guest room. But the moment I slipped beneath the thick covers, sleep came rushing over me — my breakfast left untouched on the nightstand.