Page 10 of The Side Deal
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is too much. My orgasm explodes through me, more intense than the first. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and I cry out as sparkles of light burst behind my eyelids.
I’m floating in a happy, fuzzy place, and I expect Tony to come any moment, but instead, he pulls out and flips me over. The cool wood of the desk is a shock against my heated back as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. My black heels on my feet almost look obscene on the shoulders of anyone other than my husband.
“I want to see your face when I fill you with my cum,” he says, his voice raw with desire.
He slides back inside me, and this new angle allows him to go deeper than before. Each thrust hits a spot inside me that sends pleasure radiating through my entire body.
His dark eyes lock onto mine. “Your husband ever fuck you like this?”
“No,” I moan, and it’s the truth. Robert is considerate and skilled, but he’s never fucked me on a desk. He’s never made me feel like I’m just there for his pleasure. This is new territory.
“Good.” Tony’s pace quickens, his movements becoming more erratic. “This pussy is mine tonight.”
“Yours,” I agree, lost in the pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust, Tony groans, and I feel him pulse inside me, his cum painting my insides. The sensation triggers another smaller orgasm, and I writhe as pleasure ripples from my fingertips to my toes.
We stay connected for a moment, the only sound our ragged breathing. When he finally pulls out, I feel his cum leak out of me, dripping onto the desk below. I can’t believe I just let a stranger come inside me.
Tony tucks himself away and zips up his pants, looking remarkably composed for someone who just fucked me senseless. He extends a hand to help me up. My legs shake so badly I stumble into his chest.
“Easy there,” he says, steadying me with hands on my waist.
He retrieves my dress and bra from the floor and hands it to me. “Get dressed.”
I move to grab my panties, but he stops me. “Your panties stay here.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
I put my bra on and slip the dress over my head. My body hums with satisfaction, and my mind is a whirlwind of emotions. I can’t believe I just fucked someone.
“Are you going to be okay driving home?”
I blink at him to clear the fog of lust. “Yes.”
He walks me to the door. “Thank you for an enjoyable time.”
I’ve never fucked someone and just left. This feels oddly wrong, yet I know Robert is waiting for me.
He opens the door and kisses me softly. When we break apart, I whisper, “Goodbye.”
As I walk to the elevator, my dress clinging to my still-sensitive skin, I feel his eyes following me.
I stop in the restroom downstairs. As I clean up, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My mascara is smudged, my lips swollen, my hair a tangled mess. A purple mark blooms on my collarbone, the size of a man’s mouth. I trace it with my fingertip, and my breath catches as the tender skin responds.
I look like a woman who just got thoroughly fucked in a casino office. And I’ve never felt more alive.
My phone vibrates in my purse as soon as I slide into the car. It’s Robert.
ROBERT:
Having fun?
My lips curve into a smile as I type my response.
SHANNON:
You have no idea. I have so much to tell you. I’m in the car and will be there soon.
