by Tessa Thorne
At first I resist. Kissing feels so intimate, especially when all I know about this man is that he kills people for money. I just want him to fuck me and get this over with. But his lips feel so soft against mine. I open them to let in his thirsty tongue, feeling it dance against mine, tasting my mouth. His hand drops to my ass, squeezing and pulling me against him. My thigh presses between his legs, and I can feel his massive cock hardening against me.
He keeps kissing me aggressively, giving me only the smallest moments to catch my breath. He palms my breast in his other hand, squeezing my nipple through the thin fabric and I moan into his mouth despite myself.
I gasp when he pulls his lips from mine, feeling my wetness pooling in my panties. He leaves me panting, taking shallow breaths, my nipple swollen and taut from his rough touch. My lips tingle from the mix of tequila and the sweet taste of his tongue.
“You sure know how to kiss a man, sweetheart,” he says as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my dress, which is still bunched up at my hips. He pulls my dress down past my ass and lets it pool around my feet.
“This really is my lucky day,” he says as he puts his warm hand on my stomach and slides his fingers just below the waist of my panties. “I’ve always had a soft spot for pale Irish broads with big tits and a fat ass.”
I gasp, catching my breath, and suck in my stomach beneath his touch. He grins and his lips crush against mine again as he slips his hand beneath my panties.
He sucks in my bottom lip and grazes his teeth against the swollen flesh as his fingers squeeze between my thighs and a thick digit plunges inside me. I throw my head back, pulling my lip from his mouth and moan as he slips a second finger inside my soaking pussy.
“You should have told me how bad you wanted this,” he says as he thrusts his fingers inside me, filling the office with the filthy sounds of my arousal.
I grab onto his thick arms and dig my manicured fingers into his biceps as he lifts me off my heels and onto my toes with his strong hand.
I bite my lips, trying to muffle my moans as he presses his wet thumb against my clit, rubbing it hard while curling his fingers to rub my G-spot. I close my eyes, only seeing dancing spots of light under my lids as I feel him tear my bra strap off my shoulder. Again I moan despite myself and arch my back as he squeezes my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Shit, looks like you're ready to cum already,” he says as he releases my nipple. It aches ferociously from his touch, but he doesn't waste a second before his soft lips wrap around them. His broad tongue strokes my nipple, soothing away the pain and turning it into pleasure. One final thrust of his curled fingers inside me, and I groan past my clenched teeth as a sudden orgasm crashes through me.
I hold onto his arms as my knees wobble beneath me. My face falls against his chest, my cheek resting against his pounding heart. My legs droop and he holds me by the crotch, his fingers still inside my dripping pussy, twisting inside me. I shudder, clenching my thighs together around his hand as I breathe in deep, trying to regain my senses. I look up at him, unable to think as pleasure pulses through my body. I’ve never cum that fast before, or that unexpectedly.
He fists my hair in his hand and arches my neck back, planting a rough kiss on my lips. “That was the best orgasm you ever had, sweetheart. Wasn’t it?”
He pulls his fingers from between my legs and brings a glistening finger to his lips. He slowly sucks my juices from his finger with a wicked smile on his face. “You taste good enough to eat,” he says as he grabs my panties and tears them off my legs, tossing the torn fabric to the floor.
I stand there, still dazed from cumming so hard. I can only watch as he squats in front of me, pushes me back against the table, grabs me by the ass and lifts my legs over his shoulders. He looks at me from between my thighs, his black eyes shining up at me. I can feel his hot breath on my swollen pussy lips as his hands work my ass, squeezing my cheeks in his rough grip.
I gasp as his hot tongue dips between my lips and he drags it up over my clit. I’ve never felt a tongue on my pussy before, and I’ve never wanted it more.
“It tastes even better straight from the source,” he says as he thrusts his tongue inside my entrance, lapping up my juices into his mouth. His tongue feels so hot and soft inside me. Darting inside, twisting and turning against my inner walls.
I fist his hair and lock my calves around his back as he digs into my pussy, kissing and licking between my lips. I’ve lost all sense of where I am and have completely stopped caring if anyone outside can hear me as I moan aloud, my pleasure growing, threatening to overtake me.
He squeezes my ass hard, and lifts me into his mouth as his lips lock around my clit and his tongue flicks under my hood, driving me wild. I moan and groan, twisting on top of him, digging my heels into his back. I pull on his hair, pulling him into my pussy and grinding my crotch into his face as another powerful orgasm tears through me. He doesn’t let up as I cum, groaning and twisting against him.
I sit there on top of his shoulders, breathing in deeply, my hair plastered on my forehead, body swaying, unable to form coherent thoughts yet again.
Between my legs, this dark stranger looks up at me with dangerous, playful eyes. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met, with a body that looks like he climbed out of a movie. He leans back as he licks my taste off his lips and smiles up at me.
“I bet you're wondering where I’ve been all your life, aren’t you?” He laughs as he lifts me up till my ass is on the table and then stands up from beneath me. My legs dangle from the edge of the table as he lifts his arms and stretches out his back. I can hear his joints popping as the motion bulges out his muscles and thrusts his clothbound cock rudely toward me.
Rocco kicks off his shoes. I can’t help but gaze at his twitching bulge as he works his way out of his pants. He grins as he pulls off his underwear, letting his cock bounce naked in the air before him. He grabs his shaft and strokes its length as he finishes stepping out of his clothes.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says. “I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wet enough to take this cock.”
I bite down on my lip as a drop of precum appears at the tip of his dick. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, but I still don’t know if I’m wet enough to take this thing. His cock is wider than my wrist and it’s at least twice as long as my ex’s on his best day.
He steps in toward me and pulls my other bra strap off my shoulder till both of my breasts are in his view, my light pink nipples wrinkled into hard points. He steps between my legs, his cock pointing at my stomach as he takes my breasts in his palms, squeezing them gently.
“God, I’d love to fuck these tits,” he says as he bends down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I moan as he rolls it between his lips and gasp aloud as he pulls back on it with his teeth before releasing it and then soothing it again with his tongue.
He stands back up again, admiring my body. I must look like such a slut with my torn panties on the floor, tits popped out of my bra, and my pussy and thighs drenched with my wetness. My mouth is agape while I suck for breath, waiting to see what he’ll do to me next.
He shakes his head as he strokes his cock with his fist. It pains me that I can’t stop thinking about what that massive cock will feel like inside me. It’s so filthy that I’m enjoying this as much as I am.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need my cock inside that tight pussy,” he says as he takes me by the waist and plants me on my feet. He spins me around till I’m facing the table and I yelp as his hand smacks against my ass.
“I love this ass of yours, sweetheart,” he says as his hand comes down on my other cheek, jolting me forward.
He steps toward me, his cock pressing between my ass cheeks as his hands lift and squeeze my breasts. He presses his face up against the back of my head and I can feel his hot breath on my ear.
“You can’t imagine all the dirty things I want to do to you,” he s
ays as he twists my nipples in his fingers, drawing a loud groan from my lips. “You like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he asks as he releases my nipples and bends me over the table.
“Look at me,” he demands as I feel his cock head brush between my lips.
I look back at him through pleasure-glazed eyes, drawing in a long breath, waiting for him to plunge inside.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” he asks, thrusting his hips forward just enough to work his tip into my pussy.
I can’t help but press back against his cock, trying to take him inside me, but he pulls back out of me and smacks me hard on my ass. I yelp, jumping forward against the desk and look back with pleading eyes.
“If you want my cock, you have to ask for it,” he says with that cocky smirk back on his lips.
I groan as I look back at him, my ass swaying. It’s not enough that he’s doing whatever he wants to me, but now he wants me to beg for it, too?
I buck back again, trying to take his cock inside me. But he remains just out of reach and smacks me even harder on my ass.
“What did I say?” He smacks the same sore spot on my ass. His hand leaves a pink imprint glowing on my cheek. “Ask for my cock like a good little slut, and you’ll get it.”
I sigh in frustration, feeling the hunger for his cock growing inside me. I’ve never been this worked up before. All rational thought has abandoned me. It’s like I’m nothing more than an animal in heat.
“Please fuck me,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he says, guiding his cock back between my lips. “Since you asked so nice.”
He grabs my hips and without waiting, slams his cock deep inside me. I’m so wet, my pussy offers no resistance, letting him slide his whole length inside me till his hips slam against my ass.
His thrust drives me forward on the desk, my breasts knocking a manila folder off the surface, spilling its contents on the floor.
“God damn, your pussy feels so good,” he says as he pulls back. I can feel my pussy clinging onto him, trying to keep him inside me. I groan as he pulls his cock out nearly the whole way, leaving a hollow feeling inside me. His hands hold my hips in place, keeping me from grinding back on him. He lets his cock hover there for a moment, teasing me before slamming back inside me.
“Don’t worry,” he says as he picks up his rhythm, pulling out and slamming back in, pressing my tits against the desk. “You’re too fucking hot to tease too long.”
I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes shift from my ass to meet mine, and he smiles as he ruts me like the animal I’ve become.
“You know how hot your ass looks every time my cock slams inside you?” he says as his cock slams against the back of my pussy.
“You ready to cum?” he asks. Without waiting for my answer, he reaches under me, wets his finger with my juices and presses down on my clit so his cock drags against it with every thrust.
I close my eyes, press my hands against the table and moan aloud as pleasure builds inside me. I want to hold back. To not give in to him. To let him cum without giving him the satisfaction of knowing exactly how he’s making me feel. But I can’t. I’ve never been fucked like this before.
I brace myself on the table, arch my back and scream as another orgasm rocks my body, blurring my vision. He keeps me in place by my hips, thrusts deep inside me, and I feel his cock bulge inside me and fill me with hot jets of cum.
I don’t know how long it takes before he’s finished. He groans behind me, leans down over me, his sweaty chest pressing against my back. He pulls back my hair to tuck it behind my ears, and kisses me softly on the cheek.
“That was fucking amazing.” He stands back up and pulls his cock from my pussy. The wet sucking sound it creates makes me cringe as the full weight of what I just did dawns on me. I'm flooded with the shame I knew would come.
I lie there on the table slick with sweat, gasping for breath as my body shudders from the orgasm rocking my body, my mind reeling.
“You take your time, sweetheart.” He chuckles as I hear his belt scratch against the concrete floor as he picks up his pants. He gently pats my ass after he pulls his pants and underwear back on and sits down on the couch.
I can hear his breathing as I lie on the table, catching my breath. It’s heavy, too. At least he can’t pretend that didn’t take as much out of him as it took out of me. I need to pull myself together now and get this over with. I fucked him so I could protect myself and my son from my crazy ex-husband, and to do that I need to pull myself together.
I slowly lean up from the table and turn around to pick up my clothes. I see a look of disappointment pass over Rocco’s face as I pull my bra back on and adjust my breasts back into the cups. My panties lay torn on the floor, useless. I grab a roll of paper towels standing on top of the safe, and wipe off the cum dripping between my legs.
He keeps watching me as I pick up my dress, brush it off and slip it over my head, pulling it down past my hips.
“Convinced I’m not a cop?” I ask as I grab my cardigan off the floor.
He pauses for a moment, then laughs. “Shit, I almost forgot that’s why we fucked.” He stands up, his cock clearly still hard in his pants, and starts pulling on his shirt.
“I’m pretty fucking convinced, sweetheart,” he says, grinning. “No way a cop would let me fuck her like that. You loved it, didn’t ya?”
I just want to smack that look off his face. It doesn’t help that he’s telling the truth. The way he fucked me is almost like I was a virgin. Like the other times I’d been with a man before didn’t even count. Like a dress rehearsal before opening day.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and straighten my hair. I need to stop thinking about what just happened and do what I came here for.
“Can we get on with this?” I cringe when my voice comes out husky with pleasure, my breath still coming in short gasps.
“You sure you don’t need a minute or ten to catch your breath?” he asks with a satisfied grin on his face.
I shoot what I hope is a death glare at him. “I’m fine.”
“Sure, sweetheart,” he says, buttoning up his shirt. “We can talk here. Room’s swept. Who’s the poor fuck you need clipped?”
Clipped. Jesus Christ. I’m really doing this.
“His name is Harry Brennan. Lives on Staten Island.” I look toward my purse but remember he took my phone from me earlier. “If you give me back my phone, I can send you all the details.”
I grab my purse, heavy with cash, and pull a photo of Harry from an inner pocket. It was the only photo of him that survived the night I got mad enough to burn them all in the fireplace. Rocco takes the photo from me and studies it for a moment before looking up at me from under his dark brows.
“This face is familiar,” he says, his voice rising at the end like he’s asking me a question.
“Maybe you’ve run into him. He works in Brooklyn,” I say, my stomach churning. I was worried about this. What if he says no?
He looks straight into my eyes, a dark cloud hovering over his. “What does he do?”
I take my purse and clutch it in front of me like a shield, trying to remind Rocco of the fifty thousand dollars in cash inside. “He’s a police officer,” I say, my voice trailing to a near whisper.
“You gotta be fucking with me,” he barks.
I drop my eyes, and shake my head. ”No.”
“What the fuck?” Rocco throws up his arms in anger. “Are you fucking crazy?”
His voice makes me wince as a well of emotion rises from my stomach and forms a thick knot in my throat. It takes every bit of strength I have left to raise my head and look him back in the eyes.
“I didn’t think it’d matter.” I hope I sound more convincing to him than I do to myself.
“You didn’t think it’d make a difference that you want me to clip a cop instead of a civilian?!” he shouts as he runs his hand through his hair in frustra
tion.
Tears begin welling up in my eyes, clouding my vision. Not now. I don’t want to look weak in front of him. This is the last chance for me and Ethan. I have no one to turn to if he doesn’t agree to kill Harry. Otherwise, he’s going to kill us both. And sooner, rather than later.
“I wasn’t told anything when I contacted you online,” I say, staring back at him defiantly, somehow managing to keep my tears from flowing.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says in a loud whisper as he paces the short length of the office. Somehow he sounds even more dangerous when he isn’t shouting.
“What did you think this was?” he asks. “Did you think that even if I was crazy enough to take a job on a cop that works in my own fucking neighborhood, I’d charge the same price?”
I stand there silently, the lump in my throat bobbing as I try to keep myself from bursting out at him. It’s not like I wanted to be here. This is literally the last place I could have imagined myself being. How did it get like this? Why did Harry have to turn into a monster after I married him?
“Fifty grand to kill a cop.” He laughs sarcastically. “I wouldn’t even be laughed at if I went through with it. I’d end up buried in the fucking Pine Barrens.”
He’s not going to do this. I can’t believe it. After I let him treat me like a whore. This was all the money I’d saved up for me and my baby. And it’s not enough to free us from Harry. What am I going to do?
My eyes fall on the door. Will he even let me leave now? Will he just take my money and kick me out empty-handed? All of this after I let him fuck me like a dirty whore?
He sees my eyes on the door and steps in front of it, leaning his hand on it. “No fucking way you’re leaving before we figure this out,” he says, shaking his head, his eyes sparking with the intensity of a killer.
Oh my God. He might kill me. I feel my tears gushing and my voice breaks as I speak. “Please don’t kill me,” I beg. “I really didn’t know.”
I’m such an idiot. I’m so stupid to have put myself in this position. I just want to get back to Ethan. What did I do?