Lawless Games 3 - She cringes and clamps on to my hard cock

“Oh, you bastard,” she said, in mock anger.  She no longer cared

how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him

taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his

shoulders.  With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force

that her breasts quivered.  She cried out at the ferocity of his

entrance.  It felt good to be filled up so completely.  With

every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his

cock hitting the neck of her womb.  She looked up at him.  His

eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he

ploughed into her.  Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as

she spasmed around his bone-hard cock.  The waves of her climax

continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still

pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate

deep within her.

Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay

face down on the bed.  The sun was still streaming through the

window.  She should get up, but not just yet.  She could sense

that he was becoming restless beside her. He started to slip on

some shorts and a T-shirt.  Was he trying to run out on her

already? she thought apprehensively.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry.  I’m just off to try and find the toilet.”

When he left she lazily rolled over onto her back.  She needed to

know something about him.  If there really were some people

following him, might she also be in danger? Suddenly a pale shape

registered at the edge of her vision.  Rolling onto one side she

propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at what had

caught her eye.  She could just make out the tip of an envelope

protruding from his jacket pocket.  She guessed that she had been

too hungover to notice it earlier.  She was not in the habit of

reading other people’s letters, but its lure was too powerful to

resist.

She got out of bed and pulled it out, rationalizing that it was

her only means of getting some answers.

The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out

Clancy and Durham, a name far from unfamiliar to her.  Clancy and

Durham were in a league of their own, one of the most reputable

law firms in London.  A firm that was completely out of her

reach, she thought with some bitterness.  She had worked hard at

university, harder than many of her colleagues.  She had applied

to many firms but had pinned her hopes on getting a contract at

one of the big ones in the City.  So far she had been

unsuccessful.  Knowing that the competition for these places was

very fierce was no compensation.

She held the envelope in her hand, wondering whether she had the

courage to draw out its contents.

She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she

quickly stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made

it back into the bed as he entered the room.