Page 2 of Riot’s Revenge

“Panties off and bend over.”

Her lips parted slightly before she obeyed, hooking her thumbs beneath the thin black fabric and sliding it down her legs. My pulse kicked harder with every inch of exposed skin.

Then she turned and bent over the sofa, palms braced against the cushions, giving me a perfect view of smooth skin and the slick heat between her thighs.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

I toed off my boots and shoved my jeans and boxers down, pulling open the drawer of the side table. I fished out a condom, ripped open the packet, and slid it over my shaft.

Brandi was still bent over, her glistening pussy on display. I stepped up to her and ran my finger from her asshole to her pussy as she shivered underneath me.

Pushing a finger inside her, I was happy she was already wet because I didn’t have time to get her there.

I placed the head of my cock to her entrance and felt her tense up. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m putting this all the way in.” I pressed in farther.

Despite her being a whore, her pussy was tight and clamped around my cock. “Fuck.” She moaned when I was balls deep inside her.

“That’s it . . . I knew you could take it.” I pulled out and thrust back into her.

I knew I wouldn’t last long—she was too tight, and I was too wound up. “Touch yourself. I want to feel this tight pussy coming around me while I pound it.” I gripped her hips and pistoned into her.

“Riot, fuck.” She moaned again, adjusting her position to touch herself.

In the mirrors surrounding us, I watched her perfectly manicured fingers moving in circles, feeling her pussy pulse and knowing that she was getting close. I watched as her tits bounced with each thrust.

Shifting my hand from her hip, I gripped her right breast and squeezed it. Her moan broke into a gasp as her body tightened around me. I felt every pulse of her orgasm dragging at my control, her nails digging into the cushions while I drove into her harder.

That was it.

The way she sounded, the way her walls clamped around my cock, it snapped the last thread holding me together, and I emptied myself into the condom.

I pulled out and took the condom off, tied it and threw it in the small bin at the side of the sofa. Brandi staggered to the sofa with a dazed smile on her face, legs wide open, showing me what I’d just sampled.

“That was . . . wow,” she murmured.

“I want you again. Tomorrow. Same time. Be ready when I get back from my run.”

Her smile widened. “After that, I’m available for you any time, any day.”

“Good. See you tomorrow. And Brandi?” She looked up at me. “I want you in red panties tomorrow. No bra. I want those perfect tits on show for all. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fuck those too.”

Her eyes widened, but the smile on her lips stayed. “Yes, VP. I’ll be ready for you.”

Back in the bar, I took a seat in our usual booth.

“Brandi take care of you?” Shadow asked with a knowing grin.

“She did. We have another date tomorrow. Same time.”

Shadow clapped me on the back, laughing out loud and gesturing to a prospect to bring us another round of drinks.

An hour later, Tiny stumbled into the bar, his eye already swollen shut, blood smudged on his jaw. The room calmed instantly. Someone killed the music as he dropped to his knees, dragging in deep breaths.

Shadow stood so fast, his thighs caught on the table, pushing it forward. I was on my feet beside him. “Where’s my son?” he yelled.

Tiny dragged his head up, wheezing. “Garage lot. The Kings jumped us.”

The room exploded into motion.