Page 8 of The Side Deal
I part my lips, and he slides his thumb into my mouth. I taste salt and skin as I suck gently.
“Good girl.” His approval sends a rush of heat between my legs. “Now, get on your knees.”
I sink down, the plush carpet cushioning my knees. My hands reach for his belt, but he catches my wrists.
“Not yet. Tell me what you want.”
My pussy clenches, and I practically moan, “I want to suck your cock.”
I never talk like this with Robert, but it feels right tonight.
Tony releases my wrists and threads his fingers through my hair, gripping firmly. “Then earn it.”
I unbuckle his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation. The button of his slacks pops free, and I lower his zipper with agonizing slowness. His erection strains against black boxer briefs, the outline impressive.
I pull down both layers, freeing his cock. It’s thick and hard, jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. A drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip.
My mouth waters. I lean forward, maintaining eye contact as I lick the bead of moisture from his head. His taste is salty and masculine.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his grip tightening in my hair.
I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. My tongue swirls around his head before I slide down his shaft, taking as much as I can.
“Jesus Christ,” Tony groans, his hips jerking forward slightly.
I establish a rhythm, my hand working what won’t fit in my mouth. His cock pulses against my tongue as I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder.
Tony’s breathing grows ragged. “Stop,” he commands suddenly, pulling me off him. “Stand up.”
I rise on shaky legs. His eyes darken as he steps closer, crowding me against the desk. The heat radiating from his body makes my skin prickle with anticipation.
He cups my face with one hand, his thumb tracing my lower lip, still wet from sucking his cock. “You’re something else, Shannon.”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is nothing like Robert’s—it’s demanding, almost punishing. His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming me. I’ve never been kissed like this, and the realization sends a jolt straight to my core.
His lips break from mine and trail down my neck. His stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin as his teeth graze my pulse point. When he latches onto my neck, I gasp. He sucks hard, marking me, and my knees nearly buckle.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The slight pain mixed with pleasure has my pussy throbbing.The thought of walking around with Tony’s brand on my skin makes me dizzy with arousal.
He pulls back to inspect his work, satisfaction evident in his expression. “Now everyone will see how much of a slut you are.”
The hickey throbs. Robert will see it. The thought should terrify me, but instead, it sends another rush of wetness between my legs.
Tony spins me around and bends me over his desk in one fluid motion. My breasts press against the cool wood, papers scattering beneath me.
His hand lands on my ass with a sharp crack. The sting blooms across my skin, and I cry out—not in pain but surprise mingled with pleasure.
“You like that?” His voice is knowing.
My body answers before my mouth can—a shudder racing through me. Who is this woman taking over my body? Certainly not Shannon Matthews, charity board member. This is someone who craves the sting of a man’s palm against her ass.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into his touch.
He spanks me again, harder this time. The sharp crack echoes in the room, and my pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled. Holy fuck. I’ve never been spanked before. Never wanted it. Yet here I am, practically dripping with need.
“Please,” I whimper.
My voice sounds desperate. I’m becoming someone new under his hands, someone who begs. The proper wife is dissolving with each stinging slap, replaced by a woman who wants to be used.
