Page 19 of Storm

“Storm, this is Kristy. She worked your case and got you freed,” he says. I didn’t know shit about her, and I’m not sure why he’s telling me this to begin with.

“Appreciate that,” I say as I eye her up and down.

“It was a pleasure. I’ve known Patch a while now, and he asked for a favor.”

“Is that right?” I ask, glancing at Patch before dragging my eyes back to her.

“Yes, that’s right. And I’m here to discuss my favor in return.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need a favor now. I helped you out on the grounds that I would need a favor later on. Somehow that came faster than I thought it would.” I nod my head, understanding what she’s saying.

“And I’m the one returnin’ that favor?” I ask. Patch chuckles and slaps a hand on my shoulder.

“Damn right you are.”

“You wanna go into the office and talk about it?” I ask her. She chews on her lip and nods her head, and it makes me wonder what exactly this favor is. I nod once and motion for her to follow me when I see Kenzee watching. I smirk at her as I lead Kristy into the office and close the door behind us. As soon as it latches, Kristy is on me. She’s kissing my neck, pulling at my jeans.

“This is the repayment?” I ask as she continues her attack on me.

“Part of it,” she says as she unhooks my jeans.

“I wasn’t informed about this.”

“Are you telling me no?” She asks, shoving my jeans down my legs.

“Fuck no, I’m not.” With that, she drops to her knees in front of me and pulls my cock free before wrapping her lips around it. She sucks me into her mouth, and I groan, grabbing the back of her hair and holding on. Kristy knows how to suck a cock, that much I can tell as she pulls me deep into her throat. She keeps sucking as I groan.

“That's all you want?” I ask her as she peers up at me under her lashes. She shakes her head, and I nod, motioning for her to stand up. She pulls her lips from my cock with a pop and stands in front of me.

“I’ve always wanted to be fucked over a desk,” she says, eyeing the desk next to me.

“No one has fucked the little lawyer over a desk?” I ask, not believing her.

“No. I never let it happen.”

“By all means,” I tell her, motioning to the desk. I grab a condom out of my jeans and tear it open, rolling it down my length.

“No condoms,” she says over her shoulder as she leans down, resting her hands on the desk.

“Like fuck I’m not. I don’t know you.”

“I mean it,” she says a little harshly this time.

“Then you might as well get Patch in here to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m not raw doggin’ you.” She huffs and rolls her eyes before nodding.

“Fine. Come on,” she says. I shake my head, not sure what the hell is with her, but nevertheless I move in behind her and line up my cock. I shove into her and find that my cock eases in. She’s wet as fuck, and I’m not sure why. Maybe just because she’s being fucked over the desk like she wanted.

I grip her hips, and I fuck her. Not like I fuck Kenzee. Not like I want to fuck Kenzee. No, I just fuck this bitch. Doesn’t matter to her, I assume, since she’s moaning and groaning. I look down and watch as my cock slides in and out of her.

“I need more,” she whines, so I give it to her. I slam into her over and over as she screams so half the club can hear her. I nearly roll my eyes because she isn’t even that tight. If I’m being honest, her pussy isn’t even that good, but a fuck is a fuck.

“I’m so close,” she pants as I keep thrusting into her. I never thought that I would be bored fucking someone, but this has to be the worst fuck I’ve ever had.

I keep going as she comes for me. Even after she’s done, I keep pumping into her until I finally release myself. I’ve never in my life taken that long to get off. Not even in the fucking pen.

I pull out of her and roll the condom off before tossing it in the trash. She adjusts her skirt as she stands and turns to face me.