Page 59 of Bitter Arrangement

“That’s right, baby, grind on my dick.” I spank her ass lightly and squeeze it before sucking on her pierced nipple. She’s moaning loudly now, mindless with how much she wants this. “Look at you in my lap, my cock buried in your pussy, and you don’t even care that we might get caught.”

“I care,” she says, her breath fogging the windows. “I just can’t stop.”

“I know you can’t, baby. That’s because you’re my filthy fucking slut. You live to take my big fucking cock. You need to ride me over and over, take all my cum, get nice and messy, and only then will you be a good girl again. God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

“More,” she moans, grinding down on me faster. The car’s shaking with the intensity of our fucking, and if anyone happens to come by, they’ll know what we’re doing.

“You dirty girl. Look at you, lusting after my cock. You want your husband’s dick buried inside of you, baby? You want to be a needy slut? A messy girl? You’re dripping down my shaft; you’re so fucking wet.”

“Oh, god, yes.” She moves faster, grinding harder. “I’m so fucking close.”

“You want to come for me, baby?” I grab her hair and pull. She screams a moan. “Say fucking please.”

“Please!” Her mouth hangs open. I brush my fingers along her clit, getting them wet, and shove them between her lips.

“Suck while you come.”

That does it. The orgasm rips her into pieces as she shatters in my lap. Her moans are muffled by my fingers as she greedily keeps sucking like a good girl. It’s the most glorious thing I’ve seen in my life. Her breasts shake, her pierced nipple stiff, and I finally can’t help myself. I come moments later, filling her with my warmth.

We come to a reluctant stop. She remains in my lap, breathing hard. I hold her against me, smelling her, kissing her softly, whispering how she’s such a good girl, how she did such a good job, how she’s beautiful. I praise her over and over again because she deserves it.

Riley’s impulsive and stubborn, but my god.

She’s also incredible.

“When do we start planning?” she murmurs against my neck.

I groan and close my eyes. I’m a weak man.

But she’s also right.

This is the only way.

And if I’m involved, at least I can make sure she has the best chance possible at pulling it off.

“Tomorrow morning.”

Chapter23

Riley

I’m nervous and jittery as I start to climb. The branches are strong and clustered together, and I’m able to swing up without too much trouble. I have a thick, heavy-duty Kevlar blanket strapped to my back. It’s itchy but doesn’t restrict movement. Once I get to the right height, I tuck myself back against the trunk and wait.

It would be mortifying if this heist failed because I fell out of a freaking tree.

“You all good?” Alexan’s voice purrs in my ear. I’m wearing a tiny headpiece attached to a high-tech receiver attached to my belt. I’m in all black with black latex gloves, comfortable black running shoes, and a little hip pouch filled with any thieving tool I could think of.

“I’m in position,” I say back. No need to hit a button. We’re in constant communication.

“It’s ten to three right now. From what I can see, it looks quiet out there.”

I take a pair of tiny binoculars from my belt and look out across the parking lot. “Looks the same to me.” Nothing moves. Nobody on the roof, nobody in the cars. Dead silent. “How’s it going on your end?”

“No problems here. I slipped into the network a few minutes ago, and I’ll have the entire system under control shortly.”

“That’s good. Because I’m pretty sure I’m screwed if you don’t. There area lotof cameras.”

I don’t like the smugness in his voice. “I told you, you can’t do this without me.”

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