THE WALL STREET WIDOW II

(THE WALL STREET WIDOW II)

Three days later, the Harrington family mansion on the Upper East Side was draped in black. Mourners filled the grand rooms — Wall Street titans, socialites, distant relatives. I moved through it all like a ghost in my elegant black dress, accepting condolences with quiet grace. I didn’t cry. Not once.

When the service began winding down, I slipped away to the private study at the back of the mansion.

Zephyr was there.

His back was to me, waistcoat hugging his powerful frame, a cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared out the tall windows at the manicured gardens.

“Zephyr?” My voice was soft. “Are you okay?”

He turned slowly. Steel-gray eyes raked over me — hungry, possessive, no longer hiding behind polite concern. The charismatic charm that made him legendary in boardrooms now burned with raw, masculine desire.

“You’re a rare one, Cara,” he said, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. “I don’t know what nation I saved in a past life to deserve a woman like you as my daughter-in-law.” His gaze darkened. “Or perhaps… to deserve you as something far more.”

My pulse raced. I stepped closer, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and took a slow drag. The smoke curled from my lips.

Zephyr’s eyes tracked every movement. “Blow that into my mouth, Cara.”

I did. Leaning in, I exhaled the smoke against his parted lips. He inhaled it, then blew it gently back across my face, the intimate act sending heat pooling low in my belly.

We smiled at each other.

“Are you okay?” I whispered again.

Zephyr set the cigarette aside. “I don’t think I am. Because right now, all I can think about is you grinding that perfect ass on me until I forget every other thought in my head.”

The invitation hung.

I stepped in front of him, turning so my back pressed to his front. I arched gently, rolling my hips until my round ass nestled firmly against the growing bulge in his trousers. I felt him harden instantly.

“Like this?” I breathed.

Zephyr’s large hands settled on my waist, pulling me tighter. He exhaled another curl of smoke near my ear. “Yes… just like that, angel. Whine on me. Fuck, your ass is so round and perfect. Made to drive a man insane.”

I began to move — slow, sensual rolls of my hips, grinding back against his cock through the fabric. The friction made me whimper. Zephyr groaned, one hand sliding up to cup my breast through my black dress, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice rough with charm and command. “Feel what you do to me? I’ve wanted this for longer than I should admit. Watching you with that ungrateful boy… knowing I could treat you so much better.”

The grinding grew hotter, more desperate. My breath hitched as I felt his cock throb against me. Zephyr’s other hand slipped under my dress, fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties.

A sharp knock sounded on the study door.

“Mr. Harrington? The closing of the service is starting. They’re asking for the family.”

Zephyr didn’t even pause. “Tell them we’ll be there when we’re ready,” he called, voice steady despite the way his fingers were now stroking my soaked folds from behind. “Or don’t. I don’t give a damn.”

The knocking stopped.

I moaned softly as two thick fingers slid inside me. Zephyr pumped them slowly, curling to stroke that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit.

“So wet already,” he praised, lips at my ear. “This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it? My son never deserved this. Never deserved you.”

“Daddy…” The word slipped out, filthy and perfect. My hips rocked back onto his fingers.

Zephyr spun me around, lifted me onto the heavy oak desk, and shoved my dress up to my waist. He dropped to his knees, elegant waistcoat still buttoned, and buried his face between my thighs.

His mouth was pure sin, his tongue lapping broad strokes from entrance to clit, then sucking my swollen bud with expert pressure. He ate me like a man starved, groaning at my taste, fingers fucking me deep while his charismatic voice vibrated against me.

“Come on my tongue, angel. Let me taste how sweet revenge feels.”

I came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken cry tearing from my throat as pleasure exploded through my body. Zephyr licked me through every pulse, savoring every drop.

He rose, eyes blazing, and freed his cock. It was magnificent — thick, long, heavily veined, the head flushed and leaking. Much bigger than Tyler’s. He stroked it slowly, his smile turning wicked.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider. “Fuck me, Zephyr. Ruin me on this desk. Make me forget he ever existed.”

With a low, charmed growl, Zephyr lined up and thrust in deep.

My back arched, a loud moan escaping as he stretched me perfectly. He bottomed out, balls pressed against me, and held still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he rasped, pulling back slowly only to slam in again. “So tight. This pussy is mine now, Cara. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Daddy— oh God, it’s yours!”

He fucked me with powerful, measured strokes at first, deep, grinding rolls that hit every sensitive spot. The desk creaked beneath us. My breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard against the fabric of my dress.

Zephyr leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip. His mouth claimed mine in a deep, possessive kiss, tongue mirroring the rhythm of his cock.

Another knock on the door — louder this time. “Mr. Harrington? The guests are waiting for the final remarks.”

“Ignore them,” Zephyr snarled against my lips, never slowing his thrusts. “Let them wait. I’m busy claiming what should have been mine all along.”

He picked up speed, pounding into me with raw intensity. The wet slap of skin filled the study. My moans grew louder, shamelessly.

Zephyr pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach across the desk, and drove back in from behind. The new angle made me see stars.

“Arch that back for me, angel. Let Daddy fuck you deeper.”

I did. He spanked my ass once, twice — firm, stinging slaps that made me clench around him.

“So perfect,” he groaned. “Round, juicy ass bouncing on my cock. I’m going to fuck you every day from now on. Fill you with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs at board meetings.”

I came again — harder this time — walls fluttering and squeezing him as pleasure ripped through me.

“Good girl. Milk Daddy’s cock. That’s it.”

Zephyr’s cum was still leaking down my thighs when he pulled out of me with a wet, obscene sound. He didn’t let me catch my breath.

“Round two, angel,” he murmured, that deep, charismatic voice dripping with sinful promise. He spun me around on the heavy oak desk so I faced him, then sat back in the wide leather executive chair, cock still rock-hard and glistening with our combined juices. “Come here. I want you to ride Daddy properly this time.”

My legs trembled as I straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his powerful thighs. My black mourning dress was bunched uselessly around my waist, breasts heaving, nipples tight and aching. Zephyr’s steel-gray eyes devoured every inch of me as he gripped my hips, guiding my dripping pussy over the thick head of his cock.

“Slow at first,” he instructed, voice smooth as velvet but commanding. “Let me feel every inch sliding into that cunt.”

I sank down. The stretch was deliciously brutal. Zephyr’s cock was thicker than anything I’d ever taken — wide, veined, and curved just enough to drag against my G-spot with every movement. I moaned long and low as I took him to the hilt, my ass settling against his heavy balls.

“Fuck… so deep,” I whimpered.

Zephyr’s hands slid up my body, palming my breasts, thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples. “That’s it, angel. Feel how perfectly you swallow Daddy’s cock? This pussy was made for me.” He leaned forward, sucking one stiff peak into his hot mouth, tongue swirling while he rocked his hips up in shallow, teasing thrusts.

I began to move — slow, rolling grinds that made my clit rub against the base of his shaft. Wet, filthy sounds filled the study as my soaked pussy slid up and down his length. Zephyr groaned against my breast, the vibration shooting straight to my core.

“Faster now,” he ordered, voice roughening with lust. “Bounce on it. Show me how badly you need to be fucked by a real man.”