River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations Read Free Page B

two of those… tastes .”
    Everyone knew he was a sadistic prick of a lover. I didn’t relish the thought of laying myself bare for Scarface—however, in the interest of my brother and family, I’d do anything to put this to bed.
    He walked around the desk to his humidor, reaching for a cigar. “‘Singular tastes’ is putting it mildly, little-girl.” He twirled the cigar in his meaty fingers. The need to humiliate me came off him like stink of a skunk. His perception of my one weakness…my brother. I hated being in this position—exploited. “And what exactly are you searching for out of this… barter ?”
    “I want my brother’s debt to be erased.”
    He laughed. It was loud and covered my skin, crawling on my flesh like the cockroach he was. “Matteo has wracked up quite a debt. Half a million. I don’t even pay the professionals that kind of money to make me cum. What makes you think you’re worth that much?”
    I smiled and waited for his cackles to end, knowing I had his attention. “The moment my pussy is wrapped around your cock, you’ll forget what a dollar sign looks like. The moment your balls pull tight with the need to cum, you’ll have forgotten how to count. And the moment my pussy milks you, taking every last drop, you won’t even know what money is anymore. You will no longer remember the scent of a Benjamin…because the only thing you’ll crave is the scent of me.”
    That got his attention. The corners of his mouth curved up as he slowly licked his lips, eyes directed at the covered apex of my thighs.
    “Before I consider your ‘barter,’ as you call it, I want you to hike that skirt up…sit on my desk…spread those legs, and make yourself cum with this.” His eyes narrowed into a salacious smirk that grew into a full stomach-churning smile. His yellowed teeth reminded me of urinal slime. My stomach lurched forward.
    I sucked in the tiniest of breaths, closing my eyes before grabbing the cigar. In one fell-swoop, I threw the items off his desk in defiance. He laughed. I wanted to fucking scream. Shrugging my skirt up to my thighs, I inched my ass across his desk. Opening my legs wide, I carefully balanced myself on the heels of my pumps.
    He snatched a chair and sat between my legs, his pants already tented. He began to unzip, the familiar sound echoing around me and dancing on my frayed nerves. This is for your brother, Jordana . I took a deep breath, and on the exhale, pushed in the cigar. My pussy gave way, and for a moment, I was able to pretend it was Stefan’s cock sinking into me.
    “Eyes on me, little one.” His voice came out thick and commanding. I had no idea my eyes were closed. And now, I’d be fucked having Scarface as a visual.
    The pain of the thick cigar awakened the anger inside and it fed me. As I fed the cigar deep inside my pussy, I began to melt into it. In and out I went, matching his hand strokes. Now, the cigar moistened to new levels. I knew I was close. The mixture of the humiliation, danger, and voyeurism turned me on. Despite my fury, my legs began to shake and the urge to buck hit me hard. I needed more. Faster and deeper I drove, angling the cigar’s abrasive skin against my clit as I pumped. Copper filled my mouth until I released my lip. My cries of ecstasy were no longer silenced as I came not once, but twice all over his desk. He stood, pumping the last of his orgasm across both of my thighs. My mind went into turmoil…the deep sensations were too much. I was livid that I actually got off so hard.
    I pushed myself up and off of the desk, straightening my skirt. His pants were still unzipped, and he held his softened cock in his hand. I leaned over and asked, “Deal?”
    He smirked as he leaned in for a kiss.
    I stopped him with my hand hard on his chest. “No kissing—ever.”
    “Fine with me, kitty.” He stood and pushed his cock back into his pants.
    “My name’s Jordana, and I’m not your kitty.” I grabbed my bag.
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