I flatten my palms and spread my fingers wide. He nudges my feet apart until I’m completely open. I’m on display for the city and I don’t care. Let every person in every high-rise watch Shannon Matthews get fucked by a man who isn’t her husband.
Robert would love this view. He’d sit in one of those buildings across the street with binoculars and a hard cock and watch Adrian take me apart against the glass. The thought sends a pulse of heat through my belly that has nothing to do with the man behind me and everything to do with the man at home.
God. Who even am I anymore?
Someone who’s dripping down her inner thighs, apparently.
I hear his zipper and my whole body tenses in anticipation. When his cock slides between my thighs, just gliding through my wetness without entering, I almost cry from the tease.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about your cock for ten days. I’ve touched myself imagining this. I’m so wet I’m dripping and you’re RIGHT THERE, so please—“
He drives into me in one brutal thrust.
“FUCK!” He pins me to the window. He’s so thick the stretch borders on pain, but it’s the good kind, the kind that makes my brain go fuzzy.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each stroke shoving me harder into the glass. I’m squealing and I don’t care. Shannon Matthews is getting railed against a window and she’s loving it.
“This pussy.” He grips my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Tight and wet and desperate.”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
Tony’s watching from his chair. His gaze burns into my back. Two men in this room, and I’m the center of both their worlds. When did I become this woman? Somewhere between Tony’s desk and Adrian’s storage room floor, the bored trophy wife disappeared and left behind someone who begs strangers to fuck her harder.
She’s my favorite version of me.
The pleasure builds, coiling low in my belly. Adrian tilts his hips, hitting a spot that sends sparks ricocheting through my core. Every stroke of his cock practically makes my eyes roll back.
“Can I come?” The words tumble out. “Please, Adrian. I need—“
He pulls out.
I make a sound that isn’t quite human. My pussy clenches around nothing, and the denied orgasm pulses through me like an ache.
“No,” I whimper. “No no no—“
“Funny.” His breath is warm against my ear. “That sounds familiar.”
The bastard. He’s doing exactly what he did in the storage room.
I hear movement behind me and risk a glance over my shoulder. Adrian nods to Tony, and Tony rises from his chair, already working his belt. They’re going to switch. They’re going to pass me between them like a toy.
My pussy flat-out sings at the thought. Yep, I’m officially a slut.
My phone. Shit. Robert.
“Wait,” I gasp. “I need— my phone—“
Adrian raises an eyebrow. Tony pauses.
“My husband. He wanted me to text him. During.”
For a second, there’s silence. Then Tony laughs. “Get her the phone.”
Adrian retrieves my clutch and hands it to me. I’m trembling so hard I can barely hold it. My fingers are slick as I pull out my phone. Tony steps behind me, his hands on my hips, his hard cock pressing against my ass.
