Bounty by Aubrey St. Clair Page A

and let his cock spring out, tenting his boxer briefs. The sight of the bulge turns me on like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I reach into his fly and pull him out, and he is fucking glorious. I’ve never had a man so huge, so rock hard. I can just imagine his girth filling up my tight pussy, stretching me to accommodate it. How full I would feel, how overwhelming it would be.
    His eyelids have dropped, giving him the most insanely sexy bedroom eyes. His button-down is rumpled, untucked, the front of his pants undone, his erection standing at attention, the tip leaking precum. He looks fucking gorgeous.
    “I want you so bad,” I tell him plainly. It’s true. I’m aching for him, my arousal is so intense it’s nearly painful. I’ve never felt anything like it. “I want you to take me. Please. Can you feel how much I want you?”
    I take his hand and pull his fingertips to my wet pussy. I’ve soaked through my panties and my yoga pants. His fingers on my mound make me buck involuntarily into his hand.
    He presses his palm against me more firmly, and I start to moan.
    “Oh god, yes.”
    Before I know it he’s lifted me up by my ass, grunting only slightly as he presses his hard length into my throbbing clit through the thin fabric of my clothes. He staggers back onto the table until we’re both pressed against it, and I respond by grinding myself along him as his hips buck up to meet me.
    “More.”
    “Fuck.”
    He pulls at the waistline of my yoga pants, and I drop off him a second so he can tug them over my bottom and down my thighs to pool on the floor. As I step out of them, he picks me back up and places me back on his lap, and god his cock feels even hotter through just the thin layer of my lacy, flowery underwear.
    “The panties?” I ask.
    “I like them,” he says, and stretches them to the side to reveal my lips, flushed hot pink, poised just over the leaking tip of his cock. I’ve never been this wet in my life, I’ve never looked at an erection so hungrily, been so aroused by the mere sight of a cock, wanted it so badly inside of me.
    He rubs his thumb against my clit and I feel another deluge, hips bucking, inner walls clenching. I’m on fire.
    “Please fuck me,” I say. “Please. You’re so hard, I want you in me. I want you to hold me down and fill me up. Please. I’m begging for it.”
    His reaction is intense – his cock leaps against my outer lips, I can see it pulsating, and the moan that escapes him is animal. The deep, guttural sound makes my pussy twitch in anticipation, clenching around nothingness, just waiting for his sweet, thick, hard cock to stretch me. I want to milk him dry with my cunt.
    He positions the tip of his cock over my entrance, and feeling it there, just inches from plunging in, is sweet torture.
    “Please,” I moan.

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    Liam
    W ith this tiny , capable, sexy-as hell woman in my arms — no, bent over, actually begging for it — I’ve lost it. I’m hard as a rock for her, inches from her sweet depths, the tip of my cock just brushing against her wetness, her rocking back into me, begging for me to spear through her hot folds…
    But I can’t do it. As badly as I want to plunge forward, pump into her over and over until we’re both screaming in ecstasy, I can’t do it.
    I’m using her. This is wrong. There’s no need for me to have sex with her to get the information I want — I’ve already learned so much just flirting and hanging around her shop, bugging it. I’ll soon know the details of how her father funnels “patrons” to this establishment, how much money is flowing legally and how much is being laundered back out. I could get in touch with some of her clients, trace them. I will most certainly be able to get closer to Sullivan through her. I even know that April isn’t totally innocent – whether she’s actually in on it, or just barely cognizant that something’s wrong, I know she’s not 100% in the clear.
    I can get ahold of her cell