Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3) - Page 2

I’m going to put this shit to bed right now. He made his way through the crowd and turned down the hallway, nodding at the tall, bald-headed bouncer, Mikey. He reached the end of the hallway and pushed open the thick wooden door.

Gia glanced up from her desk and smiled. “Hey, Lefty.”

Her full lips were a sinful red shade he wanted to see smeared on his cock. He shut the door behind him. “Gia, you’re looking good tonight.”

She tilted her head to the side. “I’d say thank you, but you have the devil in your eyes.”

“No, you got me mixed up with Pres. My name is Lefty, darling.”

“I know your name, and I don’t think I do.” She pushed away from her desk and leaned back

in her chair.

“You looked a little tense.” He ran his hand up her thigh. “I thought I’d help you work off some of that tension.”

“And it couldn’t wait until after work?” she whispered.

He leaned in and bit her bottom lip.

She hissed.

“That’s part of the thrill. Knowing we might get caught.”

Her eyes darkened and her breathing sped up as he spoke.

“You like that thought, don’t you? Stand up and put your hands on the desk, Gia. We both

know I always give you what you want.”

She rose and bent over, placing both her palms on the wooden surface. His dick strained in his jeans.

“You look so pretty bent over and waiting for me to bring you pleasure.” He ran his fingers down her back, enjoying the heat of her skin against the soft material. “You been teasing me all day with glimpses of what’s beneath your clothes.” He flipped her skirt up and she

jumped.

Black lacey underwear hugged her juicy ass. He gripped her left cheek with his hand and

squeezed. “You got such a nice ass, baby.”

“Is that why you’re always filling it?” She glanced over her shoulder and smirked.

“Saucy wench.” He smacked her ass.

She moaned, pushing toward him in a silent request for more.

He delivered ten more blows, five to each cheek. Her skin took on a red hue. His balls

ached. No one made him harder than this little woman taking the delicious torture he was dishing out. He rubbed her cheeks and she purred.

“It burns so good,” she whispered.

He moved his hand down and cupped her pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet, Gia. I can feel you

through your underwear.” He moved them to the side and slid his finger down her slit, coating it in her cream. “You ready to take my dick, baby? ‘Cause I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, just how you like it.”

“Shit, yes.”

He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing dick, stroking it once then twice. “I’m going to bury myself inside that sweet little pussy of yours, Gia, and when you come, you’re going to scream my name nice and loud.”

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