Page 82 of Snow Bound

“You’re a mess, slut,” Grant said. He pulled his cock free from her mouth and dragged it across her cheek while she panted, his eyes dark with triumph and lust. “Lipstick smeared, makeup all over your face. You know what you look like? Like you’ve been sucking your boss’s dick in a basement. I wonder what all your colleagues would say if they could see you now. If I sent this video to the whole company so they could see what a fucking mess you are.”

He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped her cheek with it, right where he’d slapped her. It stung, thrilling her. “I wish you were here to enjoy this, Rogan. This lying thief sure can suck a dick.”

“I can see that,” Michael said with a low laugh that had a blush blooming on Anna’s cheeks. “I’m curious about something, though.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I wonder if those panties are still wet.”

Grant grinned. “Oh yeah, I forgot about those. What do you think, Anna? Are they still wet?”

He nudged her lower lip with the head of his cock when she remained silent. “Nothing to say, slut? I’ll just check for myself, then.”

He stepped back, tucked his dick away and dropped to his knees. He angled slightly to the side so the camera showed, very clearly, the gusset of her panties. The dark, soaking wet gusset. And the wet slicked chair underneath.

“Holy shit.” He whistled softly, swirling a finger in the puddle. He held it up so it gleamed in the light. “Looks like a skull fucking turns you on, Anna.”

She managed a sniff and a glare, even though she knew there wasn’t much behind it. “I had three glasses of champagne at the party, and I’ve been in this basement for hours. You do the math.”

He chuckled darkly. “You trying to convince me you pissed yourself? This is piss?”

She jerked her head away from the finger he held out as though repulsed. “Do the math.”

Michael chuckled, drawing her gaze to the monitor. He was leaning forward, his palms flat on his desk as though he was about to push to his feet. “I don’t think that’s piss.”

“Nope.” Grant shook his head, his eyes locked on hers. “I know piss when I smell it, and I know pussy. And this...”

He slid his finger into his mouth, then pulled it free. “Oh, yeah. That’s pussy all right. Grade A, top choice, thieving-accountant-slut pussy.”

“Get her panties off,” Michael commanded. “I want to see it.”

Grant slid the switchblade out of his pocket. “Hear that, Anna? Rogan wants to see your pussy.”

She watched with glazed eyes as he sliced through her panties at her right hip, then her left, light dancing off the blade. He put the knife away, then grabbed the fabric between her legs and tugged it free.

The cool wash of air on her heated flesh made her twitch, but it was the looks on the faces of the two men watching that made her blush from her nipples to her hairline.

“Grade A, top choice pussy,” Grant repeated and some of the affection she was so used to hearing seeped into his tone. Then his eyes lifted to hers, and mixed in with the affection she saw the raw, savage lust. “Slutty, greedy, pussy.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that,” she snapped, and he laughed.

“Lady, look around.” He swept an arm out. “Who’s going to stop me? You?” He shook his head. “You can’t, and you don’t want to, anyway.”

“I do?—”

“No, you don’t. You love this.” He reached out without warning and pierced her with two rough fingers. She jerked in the chair, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as her senses went riot. “Your little cunt just clamped right down on my fingers. You want to get fucked so bad you can taste it.”

He withdrew his hand slowly, almost carefully, then jabbed forward again. “And look at that clit,” he said and his tone would’ve been admiring if not for the sneer in it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a clit that big. Have you, Rogan?”

“I don’t believe I have,” Michael rumbled. “She’s making a mess of that chair.”

“Yeah.” Grant continued to pump his fingers inside her, hand slapping wetly against her lips. “She’s fucking drenched.”

“Pull her ass forward,” Michael suggested. “I want to see that pussy spread wide open.”

Grant laughed. “Oh man, she likes that idea. Her cunt just tried to suck my whole hand in. You like that idea, sweetheart?” he purred. “You want me to spread you out so the man can see more?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she rasped. It was getting harder and harder to sass him with the vicious pleasure pumping through her. If he kept fucking her with his fingers, she was going to come right there.

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