Loveless the Bargain Hunter

09.12.109 AE Pandora Local Time:

I needed a navigational core and rumor said Marcus had a few behind the counter.

"How are you going to pay?" He didn't even look up from his ledger.

He was shorter than me but built like a brick shithouse.

I shrugged.

He finally looked at me, took off his glasses, and set them down. Slowly.

A minute later he had me bend over the counter.

He was huge. That was the first shock. He pushed into me slow and I felt every inch of it... stretching me open, filling me up until I couldn't breathe. My fingers scrambled against the countertop for something to hold onto.

"Relax." His voice was gravel. One rough hand slid up my back and pressed me flat against the wood. "Take it."

I took it.

He started moving and I stopped thinking. Just feeling his fat cock dragging out slow, then slamming back in hard enough to shove me forward. The counter edge bit into my thighs. My tits pressed against cold metal. Every thrust punched the air out of my chest.

He fucked like he ran his shop: methodical, and thorough. He'd find the right angle and stay there until I was shaking, and my moans echoed off the weapon racks. I really didn't care who heard.

"There it is," he growled when I clenched around him, when my legs started trembling and I couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't slow down. Just gripped my hips harder and drove deeper, fucking me straight through it while I fell apart on his cock.

Round two he flipped me over. Put me on my back on the counter, shoved my thighs apart, and sank back into me while I was still twitching from the first one. This angle (god) I could see him. Watch his thick cock disappear into me over and over. Watch his jaw clench when I squeezed around him.

He hooked my leg over his shoulder. Changed the angle. Hit something so deep I saw stars.

"Fuck—" I grabbed his forearm, nails digging into the muscle that hide under that soft lumpy exterior. He didn't flinch. Just kept that brutal pace until I was cumming again, clenching so hard around him that he finally groaned: this low, satisfied sound and buried himself to the hilt.

His rhythm faltered, just once, and I heard it: this low, broken groan that rumbled through his chest. His fingers dug into my thighs hard enough to bruise (I needed that).

I could have let it end there. Instead I clenched on his cock again... one slow, deliberate squeeze.

He whimpered! Right against my neck. This immovable man, whimpering because of me.

"Didn't know you were so sensitive," I teased.

"...Hmph."

But he didn't move. Didn't pull out. I turned and kissed his cheek, and felt his breath let out again.

I think he needed that, and lord knows I did. It can get lonely on the road.

Afterwards he handed me the navigational core like nothing happened. Put his glasses back on. Went back to his ledger.

"Pleasure doing business."

I could barely walk to the door. Legs still shaking. His cum dripping down my thigh.

I stopped at the entrance, and tossed my credit chip onto a crate.

He looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Enough for the core?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if the rumors were true."

He started to say something but I didn't wait for his response.

Just walked out thinking if anything the rumors sold him short...

— Loveless