His Girl

“He treats you like shit,” Cathie groaned into my ear. We were in her car chewing gums like two little sluts waiting to be picked up.

I spared a glance at myself in the sideview mirror and adjusted my gown so more of my cleavage was on display. My hand ran over my pink hair. Nikki Minaj was the inspiration but I was starting to rethink my choice of hair colour. Gerard hadn’t seen it. I look like a unicorn threw up over me.

Are those creatures even real?

Cathie tapped me. “I’m serious, Hana. You can do better.” I sighed. We have had this fucking conversation too many times for me to count. “You deserve better than Gerard.”

“I know.” I chewed the gum rapidly, making a balloon out of it until it popped and ruined my lipstick. Cathie passed me a paper towel. “Honestly, I like to be treated like shit.” She choked on a cough. I shrugged. “His shit.”

“You’re sick.”

Very much so. Only an insane person would keep going back to a man who treated her like gum on his shoe. “For him.” And his dick.

We stayed that way while her fingers rapped on her phone’s screen. I hadn’t fixed my nails yet because the last time I did, I scratched Gerard’s balls and he didn’t like it. I didn’t like it either.

Cathie’s phone rang out, startling me. I threw her the fuck you sign, she did the same, then picked her call. “Hello?” she said.

I glared holes into the door of the house we had been watching. Gerard was supposed to meet me out here but he was nowhere to be seen. No point calling him, he would never pick.

Phone calls were out of it. And our texts mainly involved him telling me what to wear, when and where to meet him so he could fuck me like the slut I was. Everything was on his terms.

Today, he chose a free, short gown that barely covered my butt. I liked it because it meant a quickie in his truck before the main fuck at one of the hotels him or his rich friends owned.

“Bitch. I gotta go.” Cathie pointed to her phone. “Steven just called me.” Steven was her sugar daddy. He funded her baby girl lifestyle. Bought this car for her. She honked again like she did fifty minutes ago when we first arrived. But no one came out. She offered me a contrite smile and I patted her shoulders. “He needs me.”

“I’ll find my way,” I told her and stepped out of the car.

“You sure?” I replied with a nod. “Love ya.”

“Love you too,” I answered, walking ahead to the house.

Gerard stepped out of the bungalow at that moment with two of his friends. He stood tall on the wooden stairs, regale and confident in his sexiness. I waved at him, he eyed me from top to bottom and looked away. No surprises.

Setting the flute of wine on the coffee table in the mini balcony, he took a step down and another until he was at the foot of the stairs. He motioned for me to come with a crooked finger. Without thinking twice, I rushed to him.

He held a hand to stop me from touching him. I stomped my feet on the ground like a kid denied her favourite candy. He snarled. He kept me waiting for more than thirty minutes. The least he could do was let me hug or kiss him.

“Baby,” I whined.

The distance between us seemed too much but I dared not bridge it. He would send me home without letting me come. I hated that.

“I’m not your baby.”

I shot a glance in Cathie’s direction. Her car was gone so she couldn’t have witnessed our interaction. Lucky her, her sugar daddy was only twenty years older and he treated her like diamond. Bought her everything nice.

Gerard treated me like shit but he fucked me even better. Better than any guy I knew. That was why I sucked it up. All the hurt caused by his words. My cheeks reddened when I noticed his friends struggling to hide their laughter.

“At least act like you care,” I whispered.

He crossed his arms on his chest, his biceps bulged and I caught a glimpse of the tattoo that attracted me to him. He loved wearing tank tops because they revealed his toned body. Gerard might be older than me by twenty-five years but at forty-seven, he didn’t look a day over thirty. His muscles and wealth spoke for him. And his dick. Sweet Lord. It was the reason I always came back.

“That’s the thing, Hana.” His electric green eyes cut through me. “I don’t. I’ll never care.”

His friends broke out laughing. Haha. It was not even funny. Maybe Cathie was right. I could, I needed to find someone better. Someone who understood the concept of being affectionate to me as much as they understood how to fuck.

Sure, he was fucking rich. Gave me money but it couldn’t buy the intimacy I longed for. I took a step away from him but he dragged me back, slamming my back into his rock solid chest.

“Where do you think you are going?” he growled into my ear. He tightened my arms behind me and moisture pooled between my legs. One other thing, he was the only man who fucked me like a slave. I loved being treated like a sex slave in the bedroom. “I asked a question, slut. Where do you think you’re going?”

More moisture rolled down my legs. I was his to fuck whenever and however. No restrictions. No care for my pussy. No boundaries. Barely used safe words. Just a good dick pounding into my thoroughly used pussy until I could barely walk. Gerard did that. He did that real good.

“Daddy...” I whimpered. “Nowhere. I’m sorry.”

His other hand came to my front and he squeezed my breast. He pinched a nipple so hard I sucked in a sharp breath. “You like that, don’t you?” He twisted the nipple until I saw stars. My mouth slipped open to let out a breathless sound. “You like how I touch you. You love being treated like a slut.”

True but I also loved being treated like a lady. He has never asked me to a cup of coffee. I loved coffee too. A moan shot out of my lips as he forced my legs apart. His erection pressed against my backside and I knew I would forget the hurt caused by his words if he fucked me. He turned both of us around and slapped my breasts, pinching my hard nipples. I couldn’t fully enjoy the feeling with his friends ogling me like a vulture waiting to devour a carcass.

I was not a carcass.

“Gerard.”

I heard a snarl and the strap of my gown fell off, baring one breast to his friends. They cackled like old witches about to die, one of them dared to rub his hands together and winked at me. It disgusted me but I grew wetter. Gerard groped my naked breast and I hissed. He was treating me like shit but I loved it. I wanted his touch.

“That’s why you keep coming back to me,” he whispered against my neck. “I don’t care for you. I don’t care about you but it doesn’t stop you. It hasn’t stopped you from coming back to me.” He breathed against my skin and I shuddered. Shoving my gown, he slid a finger inside my panties soaked with my juices. “Wet as a slut. Gerard’s slut and no one else’s.”

I moaned harder as he forced his fingers into me. It was a beautiful feeling. The short friend licked his brown lips. Disgusting.

“Marshall,” Gerard called out and the short one with a mohawk stepped forward. “You want a taste?” He shoved another finger into me. I moaned, barely able to stand on my own. Marshall nodded. “Touch her then.”

The protest died on my lips as Marshall lips covered my nipple. His tongue circled my tit as Gerard pushed two more fingers inside my cunt. He might not look as good as Gerard but his tongue worked half as good as Gerard’s. I didn’t like to be shared but Gerard made all the rules. And my body always reacted accordingly.

They continued their assault on my breast and pussy. My eyes closed as his fingers pushed me to the brim and my body stiffened.

Almost.

I was almost there.

A sense of loss shook my body when he pulled out his fingers. Marshall stepped back and a gasp tunnelled out of my lips. Gerard spun me to face him. Pushing me against the wall, he tightened his grip on my arms and I bit my lips at the helplessness of my situation. His green eyes dark with annoyance when I struggled.

“I will bring you to the edge of pleasure, Hana,” he murmured in a voice so low it made my knees buckle. I tried to rub my legs together but he wasn’t having it. He kicked my legs apart. “I will make your wet dreams come true. But it’s all I’m willing to give. No more. No less.”

It was what he said the first time we met on the sugar baby site. It was what I was looking for. A good dick with plenty money.

“If you don’t want that, you can walk away from this fucking thing we have. I can and I will find another woman in a heartbeat.” He brushed my hair from my forehead, his first caring gesture since the four months we have known each other. “Hana, do you want that?

I shook my head. Because there was no place I would find a rich fuck buddy like him. And for me, fucking superseded love. Gerard was the best fuck. His money launched my career as an Instagram influencer. I couldn’t lose that now.

“The next time you complain or ask for more, we are done. You are my little shit and it stays that way.” He shoved me and I fell to a heap on the wooden surface. I didn’t have the strength to complain or raise myself up because I was right where I belonged. On the floor like the piece of shit I was. His shit. “Am I understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” A ghost of a smile flashed across his face. It was hard to catch him smiling. “Go home, Hana.” My heart shrunk to the size of an apple seed. He squatted in front of me, his thumb racing on my jaw. “Take a warm bath and come back tomorrow. Same time. No panties.”

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Hi there! If you have read Sinful Moans, then you have an idea the kind of content to expect in this book. This story contains derogatory kinks and treatment between main characters.

It’s an age gap romance. Some of its content might make readers uncomfortable. If that’s you, here’s your warning to stop reading. But if you’ll continue reading, I hope to make you wet.

Updates: Every wednesday. This story is strictly rated 18+