What a fucking brat.
I rut into her, hard and deep, her cry transforming into a moan. She clings tighter, eager for more. “You knew the second you provoked me that you’d end up flat on your back begging.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Fuck.
Her fingers curl into my shirt as I pound into her, rough and relentless.
The doorknob turns and clicks open. Kelly flinches and claws at my shoulders like she’s trying to hide in my chest.Too late for that.I’m not stopping, not after those little quips to spur me on. I clench my jaw and power through, slowing my strokes but staying inside her.
Casper leans against the doorframe. “Christ,” he says, chuckling. “You couldn’t wait thirty minutes to clock out first?”
She nudges upright, burying her face in my neck while her thighs tremble against my sides.
“I warned her what would happen if she kept it up.” I lick my lower lip and drive inside. “She chose to call my bluff.”
“Guess she found out,” he comments.
I pull out slowly, just to hear the wetness bounce off the walls, then press back in. Tangling my fist in her hair, I yank her head back to look at me. “Did you find out, Chaos?”
She nods, squinting her eyes shut. Her pussy tightens around my length; the way I’m soaked with her seems . . . excessive. She whimpers, and I expect her to recoil with shame after the slipped sound, but she doesn’t. No, instead it’s followed up by a sexy-as-hell moan, this timelouder—she’s into it.She’s showing off.
My wife’s a greedy little exhibitionist. She wants an audience while she gets fucked. Her body reacts, growing more slick and wet with each plunge into her tight cunt. She’s feeding off the thrill, so I lean into it.
I chuckle. “She’s trying to act shy,” I say, “but twenty minutes ago, she bent over in this tiny skirt and showed me that she forgot her panties today.”
Casper shakes his head and takes out his phone, staring at the screen. “You always lose your shit around her,” he mumbles, mindlessly scrolling.
Kelly holds her breath as she comes, her body trembling. Even nuzzled in my shirt, she arches her back, giving in.
“Because she fucking loves it.” I slap the side of her ass, and she flinches with a yelp. “She plays innocent, but she just came. Think she’s embarrassed?”
He slips his phone into his pocket. “If she is, doesn’t look like she wants you to stop.”
“Pathetic, isn’t it?”
He shrugs. “Nah. She’s just a girl who knows what she likes.”
“It’s safe to say I think she’s enjoying herself.” Not once has she told me to stop or tried to push me away, she’s only pulled me closer.
“Well, I’ll let you finish up. Just wanted to tell you there’s a car parked in the tow zone outside.”
I nod. “Thanks, I’ll take care of it in a bit.”
“I’m sure.” He laughs, then tilts his head to the side, glancing at Kelly. “Thanks, Junior, I appreciate you taking care of his attitude.”
The door clicks shut and she smacks me. “You—you?—”
“One more, sweetheart.” I lay her back on my desk and thrust into her faster. Her spine bows and her groans fill the room as I slam into her. Her eyes are wild, full of fire and darkness—pupilsblown, and it’s more than arousal, she’s high off the encounter. “You filthy fucking girl. You loved that, huh?”
The fact that she got off on being watched like that, seeing that other side of her, is enough to make me lose control of my own orgasm. I grunt as it tumbles out of me, spearing myself deep.
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Next time you want to call my bluff, you better be prepared for the fallout.”
Her chest rises and falls. “He saw me come.” Her voice is half panic, half lust.
“So?”
