I slid inside her warmth slowly, relishing in the feel of her. There was nothing better than being deep inside Lisa. When I was all the way in, I stayed there a moment, not moving. She opened her eyes, wondering what I was doing.
"I hope you know that even after I marry you, even after years and years of marriage, I am still going to love the feeling of being deep inside you."
Her eyes widened at my proclamation, but I didn't let her say a word in response as I pounded into her. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust, making her scream my name as I toyed with her clit, using my fingers.
She was like clay, ready to mold beneath me. I held her hips tightly, allowing me to slam into her harder. Her moans and screams only encouraged me further. The slap of our skin was loud, echoing throughout the empty office. It gave me an idea, a dark terrible idea, but one that made my dick pulse.
I would fuck her on her dad's desk after he was gone.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!"She yelled as her walls tightened around my shaft in another orgasm.
The tight feeling had me ready to burst inside her. With a few more thrusts, I spurted everything I had deep inside her. I didn't remove myself from her, staying in my favorite spot for a few minutes more. I leaned over her, resting my hands on either side of her body. She looked up at me with a shining joy in her eyes.
"Lord have mercy, Davis. The way you fuck me, it's like nothing else on this planet. I'll never grow tired of the way you bring me immense pleasure."
She reached up, tenderly caressing my face. I kissed her sweetly, feeling her smile as I did.
I was ready to bring her dad down.
Lisa's P.O.V.
The media had been blowing up since I released the video of Daniel and Chris. Darnell's business took a big hit, plummeting in stocks quickly. Of course, there were still people that defended them, for whatever reason, saying they didn't know the entire story.
Dad took a smaller hit than expected since the focus was more on Daniel and Chris, their attack being the worst. The news broadcasted them leaving the hospital with sunglasses and hats to hide their faces. They kept their heads bowed and continued to say no comment until they made it to their car.
It made me feel good, knowing they were getting what they deserved. Sadly, it had dragged Jared's name through the mud as well. He was being shunned by his friends and the public, even booing him at times. If I was ever around when it happened, I would defend him and tell them how he helped me on that day.
Usually that shuts them up, but I was not always with him. Davis gave him a bodyguard for the time being, since he was receiving death threats. Through it all, Jared never once complained. In fact, he was happy that his brother and father were being brought to justice, even if it hurt his image, too. He said it was well worth it with a smile on his face. I couldn't believe he was related to them.
He was a good kid.
"Ready to go?" Davis asked me from the doorway of our bedroom as I finished brushing my hair.
"Yeah, let me get my shoes on."
We were heading to meet Mandy at Carter's house. She had been digging up dirt on Dad and she had found a few things for us and sent them throughout the week. However, for whatever reason she wanted to meet with us this time. She said what she had found she didn't want to say over the phone. I wouldn’t lie. It frightened me. What had Dad done that was so bad?
Lucas was supposed to come, but he stayed home as Liv had thrown up. She still hadn't told him about her cancer and he was growing impatient. He didn't understand why she hadn't said a word yet. It made little sense, and we were all wondering what she was waiting for? Was she secretly starting treatment, telling no one, because she didn’t want to bother us? Or was she just being delusional and trying to pretend she didn’t have cancer?
“What do you think she found?” I asked Davis as I hopped on the back of his bike. I loved riding on a motorcycle with him, but I liked it better when I was driving, though.
“No idea, but it can’t be good.”
With that the motor came to life, muffling out all other sounds. I sat quietly, holding onto Davis tightly as he drove us through the city streets to Mandy’s loft in New York City. It took about twenty minutes for us to reach her place, pulling up to the enormous building that looked so much like the others that it was easy to mistake. My ears rang for a minute, even after Davis had turned the bike off.
Davis held his hand out to me, looking ahead at the building before us. He seemed determined, unwavering in his need to bring my father down. I took his hand without a thought, letting him walk us inside and towards the elevator. Something was gnawing away at me, but I couldn't place it.
It was like this feeling of dread and I wasn't sure what caused it. Perhaps it was not knowing what was worrying me. Maybe it was all the secrecy around whatever Mandy found. Either way, I was really not liking it. The elevator doors opened too soon for my liking, letting us out on Mandy's floor. Mandy was the one to greet us at the door. She looked down the hall as if to check if we'd been followed.
What the hell was going on?
"Come on in, hurry," she whispered to us, rushing us inside.
"What's with all the cloak and dagger stuff?" Davis asked her, seeming a bit annoyed with it all.
"Let me start out by apologizing, Lisa. I know you were depending on me to be there when you went to Daniel’s house. I got caught up in what I am about to tell you, and was running late. By the time I got there your father was leaving, asking me to come with him. I tried to think of an excuse to stay, to come in and help, but he wasn’t having it. I texted Davis in the car when your father wasn’t looking as he asked me to ride with him since I had taken a cab. Can’t exactly dig up dirt on other people driving your own car. What I want to tell you guys isn't about Idris, exactly."
I was glad to hear that Mandy hadn’t just flaked out on me. This entire time I had been wondering why she hadn’t shown, and Davis was upset about it as well.
