“Top drawer,” she pointed to the desk.
One of her personal assistant tasks was to make sure Mitchell was well stocked with birth control.Though that seemed futile.He’d impregnated not only his wife, but two of his twenty-something mistresses this year alone.The guy was a menace and had to be stopped.She and her new best friend had done the world a service.
As she reached and undid the snaps of her unnecessary suspenders, he strolled over to the clunky, gaudy mahogany desk.As she shimmied her plaid shorts down her legs with her leggings and panties, the man dressed as a creepy blue clown rifled through the desk.
“Right side,” she directed as she allowed her clothing to fall to the floor.
She was out of her damn mind.Maybe it was the bourbon.Perhaps there’d been more in that cider than she’d realized.Sydney had never been this reckless in her life.
Deciding to quit on a whim.Stabbing her boss.And now she was about to fuck this guy she didn’t even know and couldn’t have been more exhilarated.
This was what living felt like.
Spreading her bare thighs, she reached between them and swirled her fingers in her arousal moistening her pussy.Stroking her own bean, she arched as she replayed the vision of the letter opener slicing his skin and the spray of arterial blood spurting from the wound.
Groaning, her new lover stalked toward her.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered as his pants fell.
Her gaze drifted and landed upon the long and thick erection jutting toward her from his pelvis.She licked her lips, half surprised there wasn’t a nest of blue curls at the base.Sitting up, she raised her attention to his face.
“You’re something else,” he growled as he fisted his dick and brought the square wrapper to his teeth.
Smirking, emboldened, she reached for his hips and tugged him to her.
Sydney raised her eyes as she flicked her tongue against the swollen, mushroomed tip of his cock.
He moaned.Raising his head, he tore open the condom.
She assumed they had little time, but there were things she wanted, and right now, tasting his dick was high on her list.She’d be quick about it.Having a man by the balls did it for her.
With her right hand cradling his sack, she swallowed his length slowly.Sydney rested her tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he filled her mouth.
The rumbling from his chest thrummed her arousal higher.
With her free left hand, she delved between her legs again and pressed against her clit.
Gurgling on his cock, she bobbed her head up and down.
He rested his hand on the back of her head.“Take it.”
Her fingers slid effortlessly in her wetness as she played with her pussy and sucked his dick like a champ.Gentle at first, he rocked his hips, slowly pumping himself in and out of her throat.She rolled his balls over her fingers, and he hissed.
Far too soon, as the saltiness of his pre-cum zinged her taste buds, he pulled away.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Wearing a sultry grin, she didn’t hesitate.After doing as she was told, she glanced over her shoulder.Watching him roll the condom down over his erection, her pussy clenched.The craziest night of her existence was about to get even more insane.The thrill fed her desire.Facing forward, up on her knees, she gripped the couch.
As she looked over her shoulder, she furrowed her brows.What was going on?
He lowered himself onto his knees.This wasn’t expected.Her brain couldn’t compute how he was supposed to fuck her in that position.
With a clap of pain, bolts of lightning zinged through her as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass with a series of slaps.Heat blossomed in the wake of the spanks, and she moaned through them all.So fucking delicious.
Turning to face the atrocious and obscenely large portrait of Mitchell and his yacht, she braced herself for whatever her anonymous lover would unleash upon her.
Maybe he’d use the trophy he bludgeoned Mitchell with on her.He couldn’t leave witnesses.For some reason, the thought had her reaching between her legs again.This could be her last few seconds breathing, and she was on the verge of orgasm.If she went out like this, she couldn’t even be mad.
