Page 11 of The Perfect Bargain

I’m so close, and I can feel the tension building, the pressure threatening to break. “Don’t come,” he warns.

“Yes, Sir.” I lie between moans. He slaps my clit, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body.

“Not until I tell you.”

“I’m so close,” I gasp.

“Not yet.” I grip the sheets, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, but it’s too much. I can’t hold it. I scream, the intensity overwhelming, and I ride out the waves of pleasure, my body shaking. Stephen’s relentless, fucking me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips as he slams his cock deep inside me.

“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls. I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy, and I’m barely aware of him coming inside me. “Look at the mess you made,” he laughs, slapping my clit again.

“Sorry, Sir,” I whimper.

“Don’t apologize, love, I’m just getting started.” I look up at him, taking in his lust-filled gaze. “Gio, get over here,” he calls.

The young man I saw earlier walks over, his cock in his hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Sit on her face,” Stephen instructs, and I can’t help but giggle.

“Okay,” Gio replies, a wide grin spreading across his face. He moves toward me, his cock in his hand. The moment his weight presses down on me and the scent of his arousal hits my nose, I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I grab his hips, guiding him closer, and he eagerly obliges, pressing his cock against my lips. I take him into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum, and then I start sucking, running my tongue along the length of his shaft.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“That’s it, love, suck his cock,” Stephen encourages, his voice thick with desire. Gio’s thrusts grow erratic, his breathing ragged, and I know he’s close. “Fuck her mouth,” Stephen orders. I feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relax, allowing him to push deeper, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he cries, his body tensing. I swallow around his cock, and he lets out a loud groan, his body shuddering as he empties himself into my mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, pulling out and collapsing beside me.

“Well done, love,” Stephen praises with a wicked grin. Leo, take her from behind.” He loves running the show, and I’m enjoying watching it. I turn to the side, propping myself up on my knees and elbows, presenting my ass and pussy for Leo. He wastes no time, stepping forward and slapping his cock against my slick folds.

“I hope you’re ready for me,” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I moan, desperate for him to fill me. He grabs my hips and thrusts, sinking his cock into me.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he groans. He wastes no time, setting a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out, the sensation building and my orgasm building with it.

Chapter Five

Ava

My foot taps a relentless rhythm on the floor, signaling my impatience and fatigue. Here I am, juggling the chaos of managing our little operation with the endless nights of law books and legal jargon. The bar exam looms over me like a relentless taskmaster, but I’m determined. Becoming a lawyer isn’t just a dream; it’s the endgame.

But right now, Carmen’s incessant complaints are testing my last nerve.

“Look, I’ll just call the client and cancel. It’s not the end of the world,” I mutter, my voice laced with a weariness I don’t bother to hide. I roll my eyes, thankful she’s not in a position to see. Leaning back, I obscure myself further behind the monitor, a poor shield against the barrage of her grievances.

“Okay, I didn’t say I wanted to cancel,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Listen, Carmen, if you’re not looking to cancel, lay it on me quickly. My to-do list isn’t getting any shorter, and playing therapist isn’t exactly in my job description,” I interject, my patience wearing thin.

Carmen huffs, her frustration palpable. “I’m just worried, okay? The stuff they’re into… someone’s going to end up dead. Imean, I value my life, Ava. I’ve got too much going for me to end up face down in some godforsaken ditch.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh despite the seriousness of her concern. “You know, Black Dahlia was quite the looker herself,” I quip, snapping my laptop shut to give her my full, undivided attention, a smirk playing on my lips.

“That’s dark, Ava. Even for you,” she retorts, her eyes wide with horror and exasperation. “Can’t you just buddy me up with someone? Elena’s solid. Or Diana… hell, I’d even take the new girl at this point.”

“The client was clear, Carmen: you, and only you. No tag-along,” I remind her, echoing the specificity of the request we received.

With a groan that resonates down the hallway, Carmen concedes, her figure slumping as she pushes from my doorway. I listen to her retreat, her footsteps echoing her defeat and resignation.

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