Page 127 of Stutter

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When I told her to dress like the little socialite she is, she definitely did not disappoint.

In high-heeled boots, wool tights, a herringbone pencil skirt just above her knees, a black turtleneck, and a lilac trench coat. The sight of her makes me almost buckle at the knees. Her hair is in waves, falling around her shoulders and her makeup is minimal but God, when she wings her eyes and wears that red lipstick it just does something to my dick. A carnal desire to rut into her tugs at my soul and all I want to do now is slip into her gripping wet heat and fuck into her from behind, while she begs for more or mercy.

I’ll give her both.

She grabs a large purse that matches both her coat and her outfit and when she turns to look at me, all I can see is my future. My wife. Mother of my children. I want it all with her.

And I will have it. No matter the outcome of the rest of the world – we burn together.

I go to her, unwilling to let another moment go by without touching her. “You are… the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Siren,” I saw, turning her so she can see how perfectly well we fit together. Even in her heels, I beat her by six inches. There is nodoubt in my mind I will never not be by her side, nor behind her, supporting whatever dream she has.

I will always choose her. I will always choose us.

We look quite the duo, me in my new charcoal Tom Ford casual wool suit and peacoat Elena gifted me, and her in this classy chic outfit.

The tops of her cheeks turn pink and again, my heart freezes mid-beat. I rest my chin on her shoulder and kiss her heated cheek. “You should pack an overnight bag, Angel. If we have time, there’s this club in the meat packing district I want to try out. I believe the owner of the club is engaged to your friend, Sabrina. Giordano, correct?”

She nods, a smile broadening on her flawless-to-me face.

I remember New Year’s Day when Sabrina sent pictures of the ring and a news article to Raven, how much she had screamed in delight, showing us all the picture and said article of them kissing while there were fireworks in the background of the restaurant they were in.

I looked him up immediately, finding out he owned the Eden Casino and Nightclub, as well as Pandemonium in Chicago, and news to me, the owner of Inferno. When I asked Jonas if Giordano was in the Syndicate, he said no, but that the logo was there because fifty years ago, Inferno once belonged to a Syndicate member who lost it while gambling but the former owner, Maksim’s grandfather, allowed Syndicate members to still conduct business there…for a price.Then, when Giuseppe, Maksim’s father inherited it, he modernized it with all of the… ‘extra’ as a way for women to be able to do sex work in a safe environment.

Which I respect wholeheartedly. Being a former FBI agent, too many sex workers were lured into dangerous positions and ended up being a statistic on my radar.

“I want you to know… I’m going to make sure you come for me at every listing we’re showed. So you’ll need to be my very good, very tongueless, little mute today.”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.” I nibble at her lobe, spanking her before pulling away, then thread my fingers through hers so we can leave.

We fly from Boston Logan to JFK; Damon having gotten us first-class tickets before he and Jonas left for RMU this morning when I told him our plans. It’s still early in the morning, not even close to noon when we land, and soon we’re meeting our real estate agent and Elena’s friend, Maxine Bosworth, at a three-story townhouse in Manhattan where I find out Siren’s not wearing any panties under her tights and my fingers get greedy.

The second listing Is a quaint home on the outskirts of Brooklyn where I make her come on my tongue bent over the kitchen island. But my favorite… my favorite was the third listing – a high-rise penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows, a gym, six bedrooms each with a bathroom, a study I was planning to convert into a library as well, and a spacious open floor plan where the kitchen, living room, and den were connected.

Maxine stepped away to take a call and I pressed my Siren’s front against the glass of the living room window. “Look at all those people down there… shhh… be my good girl, Tongueless.” I rasped, rolling her drenched tights down, loving the scent of her arousal, my mouth watering. I unzipped my slacks and kicked her legs apart, jerking my hard, heavy cock, finding the entrance to her sopping wet center. “Any one of them could look up one day, or even the people in the office building next door… and they’d find you just,” I impale her slowly “like” I withdraw until it’s only the tip of me inside, “this,” I groan, loving the way her pussy molds to my dick whenever I push back into her heat.

“My good fucking girl.” I nibble on her lobe, kissing the juncture between her neck and beneath her ear, reaching around to strum that swollen little button. “You’ve been so fucking good all day, Siren.”

She clenches around me, and my balls draw up.

“I’m not going to last,” I admit, “every single time you’ve come for me today has had me ready to blow my load into myslacks. Do you know how difficult it is to hold back and not rut into you like an animal?”

She shakes her head.

“It’s maddening to taste you. Nectar. Ambrosia. Honey straight from the gods comes out of your juicy little cunt every. Single. Time.” I grunt between thrusts.

She trembles, trying to be so good for me, biting her succulent lip in our reflection.

“I want you to be the very best girl for me and squeeze your pussy.” She does and I almost lose it. “Again, sweet girl. I’m almost there. I’m so ready to fill you. Quickly before Max comes back. I need you to squeeze, oh fuck, that’s it.” Every time. Every time she clenches around me I’m so close to breaking. Fire licks down my spine, reaching as low as it can until I feel like my balls are so heavy and hot, seeking this orgasm I’ve been denying myself in order to see her break for me. “Spoiled little rich girl letting your professor fuck you against a window. Are you bored, little one? Hmm? All that money and you still seek a thrill… we could get caught. All those times flashing me your panties from under your desk, playing with this greedy little pussy…” images of her in her little skirt, parting her thighs for me. “Tongueless little slut. On my desk, spreading your thighs for your professor. You were such a naughty whore for me.”

She shakes her head.

“Liar. You were such a bad little girl, Siren,” I’m so fucking close to losing it. “and I fuckinglivedfor it. That’s right, milk my cock, greedy girl, oh fuck, there it is… there it is, Siren.” I shove as deep as I can into her, coming so hard my vision blurs. “There it fucking is," I praise when she comes around me, gripping me so tight I can barely move, “take it all.”

Before I withdraw I pull something out of my pocket, a diva cup I ordered, washed, and then put into a bag just for this. I get down on one knee, watch my seed flow out of her and into the cup, folding it properly the way so many videos I watched taught me, and then, “Shhh, let me do this.”

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