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"Are you...actually serious about this?"
You've rolled your eyes at the way the light died out from within his cerulean hues the instant you've suggested it.
"You said I'll only get richer the more I touch you, correct?" Your flat tone cuts through his incessant wallowing akin to a blade, and he recoils accordingly as if struck by one.
After he gives the frailest of nods, your legs throw themselves over the wooden counter of the flimsy-looking booth on autopilot, landing in front of the distressed man with a remarkable amount of nearsightedness and complementary tunnel-vision.
"Let me fuck you, then. I won't repeat myself." You press on boldly, clinically even, and Harvey takes a tentative step back as if your mere presence would unpleasantly lick at his skin akin to smothering flames, should he not thread carefully. "Shit must amount to double, maybe even triple the money than if I were to just keep poking you like a nagging child."
The otherwise pristine man resembles the image of an unfortunate rabbit now, the polished sight of his lavender suit acting more as a mocking cage. "I...well, I guess you do have a point. Such a laborous activity would put considerable strain on the body, and I would probably be forced to repay it accordingl- oooh, shit?"
He gives little to no resistance when he's effectively spun around, the edge of the counter flush against his tailbone.
It was either this, or the increasingly disturbing choice of items lined at the shop. You're sure he wouldn't mind this particular outcome as much, and neither would you; specifically after being granted a miniature taste of what it would be like following your curious attempt at turning him into a cruel imitation of a voodoo doll earlier by prodding at the perfectly even expanse of his porcelain skin with a needle. You couldn't resist the thought, the hypothetical, as he writhed and whined and squeaked the more you thought about shaping him like a darts board.
"Come on, little man. Surely this can't be the worst thing that will happen to you today." Your hot breath hit against his ear unforgivingly, thick fingers tentatively drawing up the small of your back then halting momentarily, as if torn between reasserting personal space and snuffing out the notion completely. "Let me use you a lil', and both of us walk away unscathed. Sound like a good deal to you?"
If one were to go by the lingering hardness pressing against your thigh and the hollow bob of his throat, he's probably never been as indecisive in his entire life.
It didn't take long before he'd found himself flat on the grass below, feeble complaints about the state of his attire artfully muffled by the slow yet insistent circling of your unrelenting hips.
"Mmm, you better pay up for all of this. Look at how much contact I'm giving you." Your purr barely reaches the ring in his ears as you arch your back, ass pressing down on the flush of his complexity mercilessly.
"See? There's just so much of it. So much fuckin' money, darling." You pant out excitedly, clit torturously rolling against his tongue, up and down, thigh muscles constricting on each side of his head at the absolutely wrecked way he sounded beneath you already.
Brash hands fly up to your hips in a brief motion, stabilizing you as blunt nails bit into the skin there like grisly remainders. "Little cat's got his claws, I see." You murmur, an amused moan rippling through you at the way he flicks his tongue against you as if reenacting sudden vengeance.
"Fuck, baby. With how good you're at this, I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow you paid strangers to straight up screw you." You push against his hold relentlessly, pussy drowning out his horribly pornographic moans. Cruel fingers fist into his eccentrically-crafted pompadour, tousling and twisting mindlessly in their wake as you used his mouth like it was personal property.
And amazing he was indeed, with the unabashed way in which he moaned when the heat of your walls actually engulfed him. You had toyed with him here and there before, shoe digging in brutish circles against the tent inside his slacks, drawling out those sought-after please's and just do it already's. But when faced with the gripping reality, all poor Harvey could do was throw his head back and take it, dirt under his nails as he fisted the ground like it was to blame for his current situation.
He moans softly, uselessly beneath you while your hips start crashing down against his in the manner of a particularly famished jaw.
"Shit, this money feels so fucking good right now." You croak above him teasingly, hellbent on provoking him further, digits stabbing inside his shoulders like pinpricks.
"Easy. God, please take it easy on me." He shudders and stutters, his hips instinctively jumping up from time to time as if still prodding, intent on meeting your downward motion.
"Baby, the faster I fuck you, the easier the bucks. Now, shut it." A crass hand pins his throat down, then the other plants itself on the ground by his shoulder as your back coils and arches, riding him with more fervour. Harvey yelps, borderline terror etched into his blown pupils, yet the way his cock twitched inside of you at the spontaneous change was louder than anything he could ever squeeze out.
He gasps helplessly, sputtering slightly against the tyrannical grasp constricting his throat oh so painfully blissful.
You leer over him, a demon straight out of his deepest, most erotic night frenzies. "You're so pathetic, Harvey. Look at you." You emphasize as the back of your free hand crackles down his cheek, immediately turning his head to the side with impressive amounts of force. You then force him to face you right after, the hand on his throat maneuvering the quivering sadness of his gaze around insistently.
"Wait! Please, that hurt!" His voice creaks melodiously over the cacophony of visceral noises.
"Did you forget I can still do anything I want to you?" Your glare freezes him to the spot, and he whines pitifully in silent defeat, lightly-tinted orbs rolling back as his lids threatened to flutter shut.
He's savagely pulled back to reality with another smack, reddening his other cheek equally. He sobs brokenly, utterly torn within the concoction of senses. "Fuuuck, you're so rough! Just, get it over with already!"
Your hand crackles against his face a third time, his entire frame jostling maddeningly underneath your hips. You hiss down, instructing him to be quiet whilst you're using him, the stream of your consciousness effectively broken down in indefinite spots by the steady hammering of his painfully hard cock inside your walls.
Both of your hands zero in on his throat, folding on top of eachother and pressing down as you fuck him with wild abandon until he's coughing weakly, voice cracking unpleasantly with the effort of moaning whilst blowing his first load in you.
"Pathetic, pathetic man." You berate him even as he loses himself into the excruciating drag of his orgasm, the veins in his neck popping against your hold like eager wires.
To his dismay, there is zero indication that you're stopping.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He panicks, thrashing wildly underneath you as his hands futilely clutch to the first parts of your body they land on. "Haven't you done enough to me already? Haven't you had your fill? Please, please, no more!"
He, once again, finds his vision being turned to the side alongside burning, pounding, raw heat on the skin of his face. "F-Fuck!"
"I need more. Give me more money, Mr. Harvington! More!" You roar with a resonating guffaw that made his blood go still inside his veins, mentally cursing himself for ever attempting a good deed.
You fuck him with renewed conviction, the downright obscene squelching sounds of your pussy crashing down on his hardening cock echoing around the, thankfully, empty grassfields. Droplets of cum from his last load had spilled down his cock, thoroughly staining his slacks, yet it seemed like he was far too gone.
"No more...no more..." He sobs, mainly to himself, moaning low in his throat at the crippling overstimulation which felt more like a rake dragging across his tender nerves. You shake your head disapprovingly and croon, one hand ascending to the bird nest atop his head, the other bunching his bowtie up as you lean over him, hips rippling against the helpless tremble below you.
"Such a good, samaritan slut. Letting a total stranger fuck him into oblivion like this." Hot wetness trails across his sizzling cheek as you taste the ghastly expanse, slowly yet steadily starting to bruise in makeshift violet petals.
His spine tenses, chapped lips wanting to let out anything, but being unable to when your eyes suddenly turn dubiously soft. "Please, Mr. Harvington. I need more money. Let me use you for a little more. Please, sir?" You whine with faux delicateness, finger teasingly going over the engorged nub right above where he was languidly connect to you.
You stretch your frame over his like a hellbent cryptid, hands attentively pinning his wrists down on each side of his body, your movements picking up yet again. His sounds are ragged in nature now, bordering on inhuman as they break and twist and tear with every syllable he attempts at letting past his dry mouth.
"Alright, fine. You win. Have your sick fuckin' way with me!" He barks an empty sound, devoid of any bite as you chuckle with malevolence above him like an omnipotent being. "Better fuck me good while you're at it."
Despite his defiant stare, he immediately turns to putty when you pick up the pace again, his wavering moans easily mingling with yours. It's all the motivation you need as he mindlessly chants for you to fuck him and give it to him, to do your worst until he breaks entirely, until you're unraveling on his cock like it's second nature, his back arching off the ground at the cruel sting of your nails digging up thin rivers of blood on his pale wrists akin to a bird of prey, seizing and flawlessly trapping him while your juices mixed for a second time.
He is allowed a single breath of relief as your quivering thighs let off, then his eyes snap open within the brink of a second.
"No..." He wails, weakly clawing at your hastily bobbing head. "No, no." Fingers blindly reach down and embarassingly miss multiple strands. "God, no, oh God!"
You ignore the overwhelming taste of his and your own cum crudely mingling together on your tongue, instead focusing on a singular task; ripping out a third orgasm from the unfortunate soul.
"A-Ah, God... w-what...h-hrgn... what do you want from meee?" He sounds absolutely unrecognizable. "I'll give you all my damn money, a-alright? Just...please, please! 'm begging you here!" He scarcely registered what he was asking for anymore.
You nestle yourself accordingly between his quivering limbs, prying the insolent muscles apart with your hands, your tongue swirling on the underside of his tip greedily, intent on destroying him.
"You're gonna break me...shit, you're gonna ruin me!" He pants out, shaking and convulsing as his hands finally land inside your hair, and you let him push and pull to his heart's content, smirking around the timidly pulsing length as you feel their lingering confusion, equally torn between shoving you away and forcing your throat deeper.
The latter comes out victorious, and you sputter in the slightest as your nose threatens to fall flat against his pubic bone. He growls a pointless inquiry about how it feels for you now, yet you couldn't bring yourself to hear as you cum around your own fingers at the mere, instinctual gesture. You moan deep in your throat as you feel his release knocking around the confines of your mouth this time, weaker than ever and cock barely managing to sputter saddening droplets, your eyes rolled on his cock at the increasing sting on your scalp and the disastrous quality of his whines.
Harvey scatters on the ground akin to a shabby building the instant your lips come off his tip with a revolting pop, frame wholly inanimate. Your state certainly wasn't commendable either, but when compared to his, one look over and the mind rather wandered towards the realm of cold-blooded murder.
You hushedly admire all the various specks and streaks of crimson and lilac you have painted over his stillness, leaning over his disheveled form so you could empty out his pockets. Following an admittedly clumsy plethora of inquisitve pats down his body, still trembling with purposeful aftershocks, your hands latch onto all the cash they could detect, pulling the thick bucks into your wallet like greedy hooks.
"Thank you, sir. You're a darling." You blow a kiss towards his half-conscious form, skimming over his slurred mumbling, fingers making quick work of bringing your pants back into shape. "I'll make sure to seek you out if I'm down in the gutter again, ok?"
You turn on your heel swiftly, beginning a hearty walk and prying the scraped leather away so you could count the endless stream of green. He did say he would give you everything he had, after all.