Helen hummed and brushed her cheek against my crotch, feeling my steel-hard cock pressing through the cloth. I pulled back and thrust back in her again. Eventually, I was working so hard to fuck her that we could no longer kiss, and we simply breathed each other’s air. Low light shining through half-closed blinds was the only thing illuminating the room. I told him he’s done with you. VanCamp,” I heard Chloe’s cool voice. “Marcus,” she started to say, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back against the door and making her eyes go wide with fright. “Before you pack all your shit in a little box and walk out of here,” I said. “I’m yours, Marcus. I’d been reborn the moment I became wealthy—my old life had ceased, and my new life as a Gerrard began, and Helen had been the first to introduce me to this new world through carnal pleasure. Is there anyone else you want me to train? Now, the tables had turned, and she was no longer the one doing the leading.
