Free His Price by Leah Holt Page B

lungs tried to force oxygen down. The new air hit my ribs like hot needles, piercing my breaths between gasps.
    Any thought that even tried to brush my mind for him to stop, washed away. I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was dripping, glistening wet. A white haze had seeped over my eyes, my body craving every inch of his cock.
    Dancing my fingers across the thick muscle, I stroked him up to the ridge, padding the tip with one finger. A drip of pre-cum rested at the edge, swirling it over the head, his neck craned back as he moaned loudly. Sweat trickled over his chest, the bare flesh now shining in the light.
    Hegan had torn my brain to bits, carving into the muscle, flicking the switch that turned me animalistic. I was lost in him, ready for whatever he threw my way.
    His thick cock pressed against the pastel flesh of my bare pussy, teasing his way up the center, he tickled my sensitive button. In one quick thrust he had split me open; my pussy greedily pulling him in, sheathing the mass.
    Arching my back, my ass swayed with his pace, forcing him deeper. My walls rippled around his pulsing shaft, thighs clenching around his waist to keep him inside.
    “Fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled, the words were built mostly of air as they thrashed out from the back of my throat.
    Grunting loudly, Hegan dragged his fingers over my thighs, catching my hips. Holding me in place, his cock buried into my soaked pussy. Colors lit up behind my lids, my body trembling as he sent me into climax. The orgasm coated me in molten lava, pouring from every pore.
    “Fuck, that's sweet. Your cunt needed this.” His dick pulsed inside me, filling me with his warm cum. Pulse after pulse it poured into my pussy. Hegan twitched, slumping forward to rest his chest on my shoulder. The loud inhales drowned out my moan.
    Every sense of right and wrong flew weightlessly around in my head, bouncing off the walls without regret.
    I was walking on air.
    Wow. Holy shit... Wow.
    Staring up at him under hooded lids, the world around me started to settle. Realization was sinking in, and clawing up my spine.
    I had lost control, let my pussy lead the way. Hegan had solidified what he wanted, the dominance he expected to have.
    And I let him. I wanted him to.
    He just fucked me, in this mansion, and we didn't use a condom.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck!
    What the hell did I just do?

Chapter Eight
    Noella
    M y arms flew up and shoved Hegan away. Jumping off the counter, I swiftly grabbed my clothes from the floor. Jerking my head up, he was watching me with a smile. His teeth shined, skin tinted a light pink, muscles still beating as they cooled down.
    Huffing under my breath, I said, “You're an asshole.” Jumping on the balls of my feet, I slipped the jeans up over my hips in one quick tug.
    “Wow, that's harsh, don't you think? I show you a good time, and I'm an asshole?” His body shifted against the granite, elbow jetting out to the side to hold him up.
    “Fuck you,” I hissed, pulling my shirt over my arms. The thumping of my heart beat like church bells against my ears, drowning out my own voice.
    “I think we just did that. You were there, don't you remember?” He chuckled loudly, muscles tensing with each inhale of air.
    The anger surged through my body. I hated him and was even more pissed at myself for letting him pull me in. I was repeating in my head how he had lured me here, paid my boss for me, and now this.
    What did I do? Noella! What the hell were you thinking?
    Tossing my hair from my face, my hands came down to land on my hips. “I want to leave. You can't keep me here. You got your sex, now I'm ready to go.”
    Hegan laughed, rolling his eyes, head following in suit. “I told you it was more than that. You can't leave, I won't let you.” Shaking his finger, it wagged in my face. “I'm not done with you yet, Copper.”
    Veering my stare, I felt my face burning. I wanted my words to turn into knives, cutting through the air and into him. “I won't