Page 35 of To Catch A Rook

I chuckled into the soft material as I felt her move behind me. I gripped the back of the couch, waiting for the cool silk of lube to fill my ass crack. She didn’t disappoint—in seconds I was coated and she slid a soft finger into my hole.

I shivered from the pleasure when she hooked her fingers, hitting my prostate over and over until I was on the cliff of coming.

“What are you waiting for, Blondie?” I taunted on a grunt when she hit that tasty little button once more. “Don’t tell me you’re going to miss the chance to rail me. Fuck me like you mean it.”

When she removed her fingers, a moment later I felt the light pressure of lubed silicone against my arse. The two dicks were opposite ends, so one would be in me. The other would fill her cunt. She’d fuck us both into oblivion. As far as being dominated went, this was the best-case scenario dreams were made of.

But fuck me, woman, get on with it. I was so tense my dick was about to fall off.

Without a warning, she drove deep into me. When her pelvis hit the back of my cheeks, she paused, and a low, vibrating pulse filled me, shooting sparks across my vision and right through the tip of my about-to-explode dick.

“Fuck, Blondie,” I spit out through gritted teeth. “Stop teasin’ me. Give me the good stuff.”

Whether she was done with her own torture or willing to play ball, I didn’t care. She reached around and squeezed my shaft up and down as she drove into me, again and again, upping the vibrations as we grunted and panted and groaned and –

“Fuck!” Tingles shot up my spine. I reached for my Henley just in time to capture the stream of cum; she let out a voracious cry behind me.

Wecollapsed against the couch, her front to my back. The toy remained deeply seated inside of both of us as we caught our breaths.

Her cum leaked out on my arse cheeks, and out around the toy. I looked forward to feeling her cum around my cock as I flooded her pussy with my own.

Next time. There would most definitely be a next time. I could keep up the ruse as long as necessary to experience her cunt in a few more ways.

Eventually, she pulled out of me and stood, dropping the sticky toy onto the table. I rolled over and lazily watched her walk down the hallway to presumably clean up. Her lingerie was rightly askew, and I watched her appled arse cheeks with interest as she left.

Next time, I was going to be the one sliding in between those cheeks.

When she didn’t return five minutes later, I sighed and got dressed, grateful I had captured my cum on the inside of my shirt so I could do my walk of shame without the evidence of it on full display.

Walk of triumph, more like. There was no shame here tonight.

When she still hadn’t come out ten minutes later, I put on my boots and coat and left, effectively dismissed from the best booty call I’d ever had.

In my line of work, I was rarely surprised, but I had to be prepared for everything. Tonight, I had been totally surprised and completely unprepared by how much I liked it. That thrill itself was addictive, let alone the earth-shattering fuck.

A billionaire businesswoman had just pegged the shit out of me. And fuck me, I hoped she did it again.

“I don’t like your approach on this one.”

Marcia Donavon, my Ma and technical boss, tapped her fingers on the glass like she was irritated with me, then ignored me by looking out into the traffic several stories below.

She’d been here too long, her Irish accent muted with American twang. American twang wasn’t a bad thing—personally, I found the accent sexy—on anyone but my mother—but the lack of Gaelic dialect on her tongue made me a wee bit nostalgic.

Odd, given I hadn’t lived with Ma in twenty years.

I was used to her underestimating me. I shrugged and settled into the wraparound couch in the center of the living room.

“My approach is working just fine, Ma. Got some bite marks to prove it.”

That took her eyes off the buggered cars. She shot me a disapproving glower, which made me smirk even more. Marcia may be renowned in these circles, but so was I. I knew what I was doing.

“She doesn’t need an Alpha, Ma. She needs a nice willing Beta who can surprise her every once in a while.” I winked and swung my boots up to rest on the coffee table.

“Lauch.” Ma pinched the bridge of her nose as if in pain and came to sit across from me in her expensive Norwegian chair. Where Ma worked this life for fancy furniture and status, I did it for the thrill.

Adrenaline was my favorite drug of choice. A good fuck, a close second. Thoughts of Hillary’s smooth and supple body riding my cock like she wanted to strangle it slid into my mind, and I casually held my hand over my swelling dick. Didn’t want to have a chub in front of Ma. Goddamn embarrassing.

“This requires delicate handling. This isn’t just a job—there are a lot of close ties there to the Carlos Cartel. Your arrogance could get you killed.”

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