Page 9 of The Side Deal
“Please what?” His fingers graze the stinging spot on my ass.
The gentle touch after the pain makes me dizzy with desire. I should be embarrassed by how quickly I’m surrendering to him, how eagerly I’m sinking into submission. Instead, I’m leaning into it, craving more. Would Robert recognize me right now? His sophisticated wife is being transformed into this wanton creature.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
The words fall from my lips without hesitation. I’ve become the sluttiest version of myself, and I don’t care. Iwant his cock inside me more than I want my next breath. My body hums with a need I’ve never felt before.
Tony chuckles, the sound dark and promising. “Not yet.”
He slides his hand between my legs from behind, fingers parting my folds. “So wet,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan as his middle finger circles my entrance.
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and my body welcomes the intrusion. My inner walls clench around him as he curls his fingers, finding that perfect spot.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand.
“You’re going to come for me first,” he says as he brings his other hand up to rub my clit. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
His fingers work me expertly, pumping in and out while he brushes circles around my swollen bud. The dual sensation builds rapidly, my orgasm approaching with startling speed.
“I’m close,” I pant, clutching the edge of the desk.
“Look at me,” Tony demands.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his intense gaze.
“I want to see your face when you come.”
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my pussy spasms rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate outward. I cry out, breaking eye contact as my head drops to the desk. I just orgasmed for someone other than my husband. And I want more.
“Beautiful,” Tony murmurs, working me through the aftershocks.
Before I can recover, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands.
“I want you,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”
He pushes forward, stretching me deliciously as he enters in one slow thrust. Fuuuck. In my mouth, he didn’t seem that much bigger than Robert, but right now, it feels like he’s splitting me open. I feel impossibly full, my body adjusting to his size.
“God, you’re tight,” he groans. “I could fuck this pussy allnight long.”
He grasps my hips, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in.
“Ooooh, god!” I squeal in pleasure. Each thrust sends shockwaves of delight through my body, my sensitive pussy still tingling from my orgasm. “Harder,” I beg, pushing back against him.
Tony laughs darkly and increases his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, punctuated by our heavy breathing and my continual moans.
My second orgasm builds, coiling tight in my lower belly. Tony’s fingers dig into my hips, hard enough to leave marks—marks I’ll have to explain to Robert. The thought of telling my husband about this sends a fresh surge of arousal through me.
“You close again?” Tony’s voice is strained, his rhythm faltering slightly.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I’m done using you.”
His words make me whimper in pleasure. I never knew I’d enjoy being talked to this way, but it’sso fucking hot.
