Surprised . . . and turned on. His next stroke was just as fierce, and she was soon swept away in each rocking thrust that seemed determined to push her across the carpet. It was possession and ownership in each plunge of his cock into her body, and she felt owned and dominated by him.
And she loved it.
It seemed they had just started, she had just begun to lose herself in the pleasure when that incredible tension began to build in her hips. She moaned, rising to meet him with every harder thrust. And then she was coming, his name a gasped, choked sound, her pussy clenching tight around him. He continued to fuck her, his movements more forceful, harder and more erratic, until he came as well, with a hoarse shout. His body locked over hers, stiffening, and he gave a final rolling thrust before collapsing on top of her.
Breathing hard, Risa hugged his weight over her, a little stunned by how quick things had been. He knew just how to touch her to bring her to an almost immediate pleasure. That was incredible.
Travis leaned in and gave her a light, lingering kiss, just as the doorbell rang.
His eyes gleamed and he seemed almost boyish. âThatâll be dinner.â
For the rest of the evening, Travis was hers. They ate pizza, drank wine, and made love again in his bed. After making love, she told him all about what to expect as a pig owner, determined to hold up her end of the bargain. And she told him about Gregoryâs more amusing antics, hoping that heâd start to love the pig as much as she did. They spent hours in bed, just talking and caressing each other, before making love one final time. As she drifted off to sleep, Risa thought that this Travis, this one in bed with her, just might be the perfect man.
It was the businessman part of Travis that she had no idea what to do with.
* * *
After a week of living in his apartment, though, it was clear to Risa that the businessman side of Travis seemed to be the dominant one. She enjoyed his companyâhis laugh, his smile, his conversation. She loved his body, loved the way he touched her and brought her pleasure.
She hated his BlackBerry.
He was never further than a phone call away from his job, and that drove her crazy. Even when they were in bed at night, twined together, if the phone buzzed with an incoming message, heâd roll over, grab it, and start typing away.
Risa had to remind herself that this wasnât a real relationship. It was a sexual interlude, nothing more. Travis hadnât promised her more than two weeks of his time. Heâd promised her money and that was it.
Strangely enough, the money wasnât really a factor anymore. After spending a week with him, she didnât care about the money as much as she just wanted him to spend some genuine time with her.
And with Gregory.
The pig adored Travis. There was something about him that Gregory had immediately taken a shine to, and whenever Travis was busy working, Gregory would lay at his feet to keep him company, or butt his head against Travisâs leg, demanding to be petted. Travis, for his part, seemed to be coming around on the pig. He petted Gregory and occasionally threw a chew toy for the pig to chase. Risa had even talked Travis into taking an early morning walk with her and the pig, and heâd carried the leash while theyâd wandered a nearby park, hand in hand.
But then his phone rang and the moment was over.
Sheâd been doing her best to show Travis how to take care of Gregory, but it was hard to teach someone who was too busy for any sort of animal, much less an intelligent pig. She knew that Gregory liked to chew things when he was bored, so she took him on multiple walks a day to wear him out, but she wondered what it would be like when she left.
And she wondered why the thought made her so sad.
* * *
Risa checked her watch and drummed her fingers on the arm of the movie theater seat. She stared up at the small screen, willing
And she loved it.
It seemed they had just started, she had just begun to lose herself in the pleasure when that incredible tension began to build in her hips. She moaned, rising to meet him with every harder thrust. And then she was coming, his name a gasped, choked sound, her pussy clenching tight around him. He continued to fuck her, his movements more forceful, harder and more erratic, until he came as well, with a hoarse shout. His body locked over hers, stiffening, and he gave a final rolling thrust before collapsing on top of her.
Breathing hard, Risa hugged his weight over her, a little stunned by how quick things had been. He knew just how to touch her to bring her to an almost immediate pleasure. That was incredible.
Travis leaned in and gave her a light, lingering kiss, just as the doorbell rang.
His eyes gleamed and he seemed almost boyish. âThatâll be dinner.â
For the rest of the evening, Travis was hers. They ate pizza, drank wine, and made love again in his bed. After making love, she told him all about what to expect as a pig owner, determined to hold up her end of the bargain. And she told him about Gregoryâs more amusing antics, hoping that heâd start to love the pig as much as she did. They spent hours in bed, just talking and caressing each other, before making love one final time. As she drifted off to sleep, Risa thought that this Travis, this one in bed with her, just might be the perfect man.
It was the businessman part of Travis that she had no idea what to do with.
* * *
After a week of living in his apartment, though, it was clear to Risa that the businessman side of Travis seemed to be the dominant one. She enjoyed his companyâhis laugh, his smile, his conversation. She loved his body, loved the way he touched her and brought her pleasure.
She hated his BlackBerry.
He was never further than a phone call away from his job, and that drove her crazy. Even when they were in bed at night, twined together, if the phone buzzed with an incoming message, heâd roll over, grab it, and start typing away.
Risa had to remind herself that this wasnât a real relationship. It was a sexual interlude, nothing more. Travis hadnât promised her more than two weeks of his time. Heâd promised her money and that was it.
Strangely enough, the money wasnât really a factor anymore. After spending a week with him, she didnât care about the money as much as she just wanted him to spend some genuine time with her.
And with Gregory.
The pig adored Travis. There was something about him that Gregory had immediately taken a shine to, and whenever Travis was busy working, Gregory would lay at his feet to keep him company, or butt his head against Travisâs leg, demanding to be petted. Travis, for his part, seemed to be coming around on the pig. He petted Gregory and occasionally threw a chew toy for the pig to chase. Risa had even talked Travis into taking an early morning walk with her and the pig, and heâd carried the leash while theyâd wandered a nearby park, hand in hand.
But then his phone rang and the moment was over.
Sheâd been doing her best to show Travis how to take care of Gregory, but it was hard to teach someone who was too busy for any sort of animal, much less an intelligent pig. She knew that Gregory liked to chew things when he was bored, so she took him on multiple walks a day to wear him out, but she wondered what it would be like when she left.
And she wondered why the thought made her so sad.
* * *
Risa checked her watch and drummed her fingers on the arm of the movie theater seat. She stared up at the small screen, willing
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