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Paid For

... tossed the bra at Carl and watched it fall to the floor at his feet. Carl’s gaze was hot on the lush flesh of her breasts. Sidney cupped them wantonly for emphasis. “Fuck her,” Edger repeated. Sidney stepped out of her panties. She stood before the two men with nothing on but a pair of pale, flesh toned, strappy Louboutins. “Fuck me Carl,” she demanded. Her voice was thick with emotion and her eyes damp. When no one moved, Sidney went up to the huge desk, spread her palms out over its face and leaned over so that her breasts grazed the polished wood, softly swaying. She spread her legs, her behind high in the air, and looked directly at her husband. “Fuck me Carl,” she whispered. “He deserves to see what he paid for.” The mixture of hunger and anger on Edger’s face was priceless. His pasty skin was now glowing from the rise of his blood pressure. The sight of it made Sidney bold. Carl had almost returned to where he had originally been seated. Sidney locked her eyes on his and forgot about her husband for a moment as she moved closer to Carl. Once again Carl was exercising that now infamous control of his, but his eyes hid nothing as she stood before him. This was the man that had entered her earlier that day. This was the man that had awakened her spirit with the press of his body between her thighs. That had been real. He wanted her to know that. He wanted her to see and remember the pleasure he had known as he had moved inside of her. When she was close enough to let ...

... the palm of her hand reach out and touch the closely trimmed hairs that edged his jaw line, he bent down to taste her lips and kiss her deeply. She seemed so small standing in front of the massive man. “I said fuck her,” Edger’s gruff voice reminded them. “Careful old man,” Carl said, a graveled warning in his tone. To her, his voice was thick and velvet, low and dark. “This is about you and I. Forget that he is even there. This is the only way he’ll set you free. Don’t even look at him.” He slid out of his jacket. She nodded in submission as her fingers undid his tie. In a matter of minutes, he stood naked before her. Sidney let her eyes follow the incredibly defined lines of his body. His well-formed chest was covered with an intricately designed tattoo that flowed across his muscular shoulder downward and sleeved one arm to just above his wrist. It was black and beautiful against the warm glow of his brown skin. She ran her creamy fingers across his chest and down his arm with familiarity. This man was beyond sexy. Carl took her hand in his and led her until they both stood in front of the desk. He did not blink when his eyes met Edger’s. Edger’s eyes dropped to the top of Carl’s strong thighs with the realization that this was really about to happen. There, rooted in neatly trimmed, thin, dark curls hung Carl’s long, thick, semi tumescent manhood—a true instrument of pleasure. It was an instrument that called out to Sidney and made it easy for her to turn her back on her ...