Revenge Sex by Jasmine Haynes Read Free Book Online

him despite what she’d said. With her
leggings halfway down her thighs, he bent over her and put his hand
between her legs. “You’re wet, Miss Murphy. Were you thinking about
this in the staff meeting?”
    She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
    He played her clit. “I was thinking how I
wanted to throw you down on that conference table and fuck the hell
out of you, Miss Murphy.”
    She moaned. The fantasy consumed her. “Fuck
me, Mr. Blackwell. Please.”
    “Don’t rush me. I want to play with your
pretty little pussy first.”
    She curled her fingers into fists as he went
down on his haunches and licked her. “Oh God, Clay.” She wanted
this. She wanted him. Knowing his kinky desires, talking about sex
with him, it amplified her desire.
    “I’m going to fuck you so good, Miss
Murphy.”
    “God, yes.” She kept her eyes closed, holding
onto the fantasy as he slid open the desk drawer. He kept a stash
of condoms in every room, so he could be spontaneous.
    He entered her with a hard thrust and no more
preparation than that quick lick along her pussy. Jessica didn’t
need it. She jammed her hands down on the desk to push back against
him.
    “Fuck, you’re hot today, baby. So wet and
wild.” It was no longer Vince, it was Clay, his deep tones, his
hard cock taking her.
    Generally, she needed to touch herself as
well, but today, all it took was the incessant pounding of his
cock, his deep male voice calling her Miss Murphy, telling her how
badly he’d wanted her these last three years, that he couldn’t
wait. That she was his. The ripple of orgasm started at the bead of
her clitoris, then streaked out like a flash fire through her
veins, across her skin.
    She gasped as she felt him pulse in her.
“Don’t come in me.” She thought of what Ruby said, that Clay loved
the scent of come on her. “Do it all over me.”
    He grunted, but did what she said,
withdrawing, tossing out the condom, then she felt the hot spray of
him over her ass. She reached back and rubbed it in. God, Clay
would love that. Then she turned. “Let me suck you.”
    She went down on her knees to take him in her
mouth, gathering the last of his come on her tongue, swallowing
it.
    She pretended she was tasting Clay.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Ruby had given him a goddamn condom when he
left, smiling, shoving him out the door. She was so sure of
herself, so sure of him. She wasn’t in the least repentant.
    What would she do if he actually used it?
    Clay did his usual forty-five minutes on the
treadmill. He wasn’t interested in the gym bunnies. If he followed
his Saturday morning routine, he’d have done weights, then followed
up with the stair climber. Yet he left after his run on the
treadmill, Ruby’s condom burning a hole in his pocket.
    She had always amused him, yet her antics of
the last few days no longer seemed so entertaining. They needed to
have a serious discussion.
    His Palo Alto home had high ceilings and an
open floor plan. Sound traveled. The kitchen, family room, and his
office were off to the left. The front hallway opened onto a formal
dining room and the living room, with its sixties-style fireplace
and flume in the center. When he’d had the place remodeled, he’d
preserved the vintage-era feel. The
bedrooms—o ne each for his sons, another he used as an
office, and the master—lay to the right.
    Sounds filtered down from the bedroom
wing.
    He wasn’t angry. In fact, he was emotionless.
Ruby had done no less than he expected. The hall was carpeted, his
footsteps effectively dampened. He wondered idly what position he
would find her in.
    The king-size bed sat beneath the window,
facing the door. Ruby was in the process of executing a reverse
cowgirl, legs spread, a cock buried deep in her lush pussy. Clay
had to admit, the sight was impressive. The size of Bradley’s cock
certainly didn’t match the smallness of his mind. Ruby leaned back,
supporting herself with one arm on Bradley’s chest, her vibrator on
her clit. Her