afraid that someone would enter the washroom and hear us. The threat of that happening only added to the pleasure—it made my pussy clench around his erection, contracting around it.
Ryan bit my ear. "I don't want anyone else touching you." His hand traveled down my belly and landed on my clit. As quickly as he could, he stroked it with his thumb. Blinding sensations flooded through my mind. "This is mine, too," he whispered.
"Yes," was all I could hiss.
"I'm going to tell Riley about this, and then we're going to fuck you good when we get back. We're going to make you sore. You won't be able to walk tomorrow."
I moaned softly in response—quietly, so no one else could hear. He took off his tie and circled it around my head, blindfolding me. The sensations surrounding my body heightened with the sudden loss of my sight.
The sound of the door clicking open echoed through the washroom. Someone entered. Panic bells rang in my head.
Ryan muted me by placing his hand over my lips. "Keep it down."
The person entered one of the cubicles. I could hear her lifting the lid of the toilet and relieving herself. Ryan continued to pound into me, regardless of the possibility of us getting caught. She then walked to the washing basins—I could hear her footsteps. The water ran... and then, silence.
Paranoia caught hold of me, but strangely made me more sensitive. My climax began to build up, with Ryan fingering and fucking my pussy simultaneously, I couldn't last long. The silence made it more exciting. What if she was standing right outside our door now, listening to everything? Were we loud enough so she didn't have to come close to hear?
Finally, the front door creaked open one more time, indicating that she left. Ryan bent down, positioning his lips right next to my ear. I heard his soft groans. He seemed to be in pure ecstasy. "I'm going to come."
"Me too."
He bucked harder. Stars covered my eyes as I tried to follow his pace with my hip motions. The white-hot coil was nearly off the edge. I attempted to hold it in to prolong the pleasure, but within seconds, I was coming. My release pulsed and contracted around my body. Ryan orgasmed as soon as I did. With one final thrust, he spilled his semen into me, filling my core.
I was a hot mess when we finished. My legs had gone limp. Weakly, I pulled my panties up and neatened my skirt. I hoped the guests wouldn't be able to tell that I had just been thoroughly screwed over, literally. What did it matter, anyway? The both of us had just assaulted one of the director's sons. Negotiations were likely to fall through after that.
Ryan dressed himself. I spotted a lipstick stain on his collar. He pulled his tie straight. "That was just part one."
He pushed the door open. Thankfully, the place was still empty.
We returned to the party, acting as if nothing had happened. With the promise from Ryan, I couldn't wait for the party to end.
The TTA international meeting was about to start soon.
Goodwill didn't cancel negotiations immediately after the party, which surprised me. The fact was advantageous to us, yet suspicious. I had expected them to leave right after. Instead, Director Goodwill acted as if nothing had happened at all. I figured that he was a shrewd businessman who didn’t let personal life get in his way, and pursued the discussion, despite us beating up his son before.
I arrived to the office with the twins an hour earlier this morning, so we could get all the documents readied.
"How is it?" I asked Riley, who was running through some papers.
He furrowed his brows. "Good, seemingly. We're giving them tons of favors. They can't turn our offer down. I'm just not sure."
"Not sure about?"
"Wesley. He's following his father today, and actually has five percent of TTA's shares. He can vote on their decision, and we all know he has a personal agenda. And his father has a fifty percent stake. His decision will sway the rest of their board."
I sighed. "That's
Ryan bit my ear. "I don't want anyone else touching you." His hand traveled down my belly and landed on my clit. As quickly as he could, he stroked it with his thumb. Blinding sensations flooded through my mind. "This is mine, too," he whispered.
"Yes," was all I could hiss.
"I'm going to tell Riley about this, and then we're going to fuck you good when we get back. We're going to make you sore. You won't be able to walk tomorrow."
I moaned softly in response—quietly, so no one else could hear. He took off his tie and circled it around my head, blindfolding me. The sensations surrounding my body heightened with the sudden loss of my sight.
The sound of the door clicking open echoed through the washroom. Someone entered. Panic bells rang in my head.
Ryan muted me by placing his hand over my lips. "Keep it down."
The person entered one of the cubicles. I could hear her lifting the lid of the toilet and relieving herself. Ryan continued to pound into me, regardless of the possibility of us getting caught. She then walked to the washing basins—I could hear her footsteps. The water ran... and then, silence.
Paranoia caught hold of me, but strangely made me more sensitive. My climax began to build up, with Ryan fingering and fucking my pussy simultaneously, I couldn't last long. The silence made it more exciting. What if she was standing right outside our door now, listening to everything? Were we loud enough so she didn't have to come close to hear?
Finally, the front door creaked open one more time, indicating that she left. Ryan bent down, positioning his lips right next to my ear. I heard his soft groans. He seemed to be in pure ecstasy. "I'm going to come."
"Me too."
He bucked harder. Stars covered my eyes as I tried to follow his pace with my hip motions. The white-hot coil was nearly off the edge. I attempted to hold it in to prolong the pleasure, but within seconds, I was coming. My release pulsed and contracted around my body. Ryan orgasmed as soon as I did. With one final thrust, he spilled his semen into me, filling my core.
I was a hot mess when we finished. My legs had gone limp. Weakly, I pulled my panties up and neatened my skirt. I hoped the guests wouldn't be able to tell that I had just been thoroughly screwed over, literally. What did it matter, anyway? The both of us had just assaulted one of the director's sons. Negotiations were likely to fall through after that.
Ryan dressed himself. I spotted a lipstick stain on his collar. He pulled his tie straight. "That was just part one."
He pushed the door open. Thankfully, the place was still empty.
We returned to the party, acting as if nothing had happened. With the promise from Ryan, I couldn't wait for the party to end.
The TTA international meeting was about to start soon.
Goodwill didn't cancel negotiations immediately after the party, which surprised me. The fact was advantageous to us, yet suspicious. I had expected them to leave right after. Instead, Director Goodwill acted as if nothing had happened at all. I figured that he was a shrewd businessman who didn’t let personal life get in his way, and pursued the discussion, despite us beating up his son before.
I arrived to the office with the twins an hour earlier this morning, so we could get all the documents readied.
"How is it?" I asked Riley, who was running through some papers.
He furrowed his brows. "Good, seemingly. We're giving them tons of favors. They can't turn our offer down. I'm just not sure."
"Not sure about?"
"Wesley. He's following his father today, and actually has five percent of TTA's shares. He can vote on their decision, and we all know he has a personal agenda. And his father has a fifty percent stake. His decision will sway the rest of their board."
I sighed. "That's
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