THE WALL STREET WIDOW III

(THE WALL STREET WIDOW III)

I obeyed. My hips rose and fell, taking him deep with every downward slam. The chair creaked beneath us. My tits bounced wildly in his face as I rode him harder, faster, chasing that building pressure. Zephyr’s hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, one finger teasing the tight ring of my asshole while he thrust up to meet me.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Soaking my cock, dripping down my balls. My son could never make you this wet. Never make you scream like this.”

“Daddy— oh God, Daddy, I’m so close—”

“Not yet.” Zephyr suddenly gripped my hips, holding me still, impaled fully on his cock. He grinned, that same charming, predatory smile that made my pussy clench around him. “You come when I say.”

He kept me there, grinding slowly, making me feel every thick inch while he sucked and bit at my nipples until they were swollen and red. Only when I was shaking and begging did he release my hips.

“Now ride me like you mean it.”

I lost control. I slammed down on him again and again, ass rippling with every impact, my moans turning into broken cries. Zephyr met every bounce with powerful upward thrusts, fucking me from below while his thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles on my swollen clit.

“Come for me, angel. Cream all over Daddy’s cock.”

The orgasm hit me like lightning. My walls clamped down hard, fluttering and squeezing as I squirted around his pistoning shaft. My scream echoed through the study. Zephyr kept fucking me through it, prolonging the pleasure until my vision blurred and my thighs quivered uncontrollably.

But he wasn’t finished.

He stood up with me still impaled on his cock, powerful arms holding me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the desk and laid me on my back. Without pulling out, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half.

“Now I’m going to fuck you like I own you.” He rasped, voice thick with lust.

He drove in deep, long, punishing strokes that slammed the desk against the wall. The wet slap of his heavy balls against my ass filled the room. My tits bounced violently with every brutal thrust. Zephyr’s silver-threaded hair fell slightly over his forehead, sweat glistening on his chest where his waistcoat hung open.

“Take it,” he growled, hips snapping forward. “Take every fucking inch. This cunt is mine now. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

His hand wrapped loosely around my throat — not choking, just possessive pressure — while his other hand rubbed my clit in fast, firm circles.

I came again, harder than before. My back arched off the desk, pussy gushing around his cock as I screamed his name. Zephyr didn’t slow. He fucked me straight through the orgasm, the squelching sounds growing louder as my juices coated his shaft and dripped onto the polished wood.

“Again,” he demanded, voice charming even in its raw dominance. “One more. I want to feel you milk me while I’m buried to the balls.”

He changed the angle, grinding deep on every thrust so the head of his cock dragged relentlessly against my G-spot. My eyes rolled back. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much. My hands scrambled for purchase on the desk as another shattering orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking and sobbing with ecstasy.

Only then did Zephyr pull out.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up so my ass was high in the air, and slammed back inside in one ruthless thrust.

“One more, sweetheart,” he panted, voice still smooth. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy until it overflows.”

He fucked me like a man possessed — hard, deep, relentless. One hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back so he could lean over and growl filthy praise directly into my ear.

“Look at this ass bouncing for Daddy. So round, so perfect. I’m going to fuck you every single day from now on. In my office, in my bed, in the back of my car while the city watches. You’re going to walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs and a controlling stake in my empire.”

I could only moan helplessly, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. The pressure built again, impossibly fast.

Zephyr reached around and rubbed my oversensitive clit. “Come with me, angel. Come while Daddy breeds you.”

We came together.

Zephyr buried himself to the hilt and roared as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy — pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately leaked out around his cock, running down my thighs in creamy rivulets. My walls spasmed violently around him, milking every drop as my final orgasm ripped through me, leaving me limp and trembling on the desk.

We stayed locked together for long moments, panting, his cock still twitching inside me as the last spurts of cum filled me.

Zephyr leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my spine, his voice dropping back to that warm, charismatic murmur.

“You just earned yourself a controlling stake in everything I own… and my cock whenever you want it, morning, noon, or deep into the night.” He gave one final, lazy thrust, pushing his seed deeper. “You’re mine now, Cara. Completely. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never cry again — unless it’s from how hard I make you come.”

Outside the study door, the mourners had long since given up knocking.

Inside, I smiled through the haze of exhaustion and pleasure, feeling Zephyr’s cum continue to drip slowly down my legs.

Revenge had never felt so deep, so filthy, or so perfectly satisfying.

Zephyr kissed my neck tenderly, then whispered against my skin, “You’re mine now, Cara. No more tears. No more pain. Only pleasure, power, and a man who will burn the world before he lets anyone hurt you again.”