I accept. Locking the screen of her phone, she drops the device back in her purse. A new contract came in and she took it. The client name was new but everything else checked all her meticulous boxes. Tomorrow she’d receive the dossier and then the real fun could begin. But for tonight, she had a stop to make, an itch to scratch. And she knew just who was going to scratch it. Dark red lips curl in a devious smirk, her pupils dilating just from her thoughts alone. Manny was an insufferable son of bitch, but fuck was he great in bed.
It was Friday night, late too, she knew the chances of him not being alone were high. That wasn’t enough to deter her as she stepped into the high-rise building. Breaking into the penthouse was child’s play by now, the doorman didn’t even look up when she entered the lobby and scanned the keycard she’d stolen, for the elevator. She wasn’t the only one inside, there was an older gentleman - who she could see was checking her out from the corner of her eye. And why wouldn’t he?
Sybil was dressed for the black tie dinner party she had come from. Her dress fit her every curve, hugging her body like it was custom made. The neck line draped across her chest, offering just a peek of the swell of the tops of her breasts. Sleek fabric tugged her waist and flared ever so gently at her hips, accentuating her hourglass figure. The color was a deep shade of red, almost black - she was long past the point of innocent and demure pastels. Expensive jewelry adorned her throat and wrists, precious stones dangling from her ears.
Complete with fuck me heels and an equally provocative perfume, the man had no reason to not have wandering eyes. But when his mouth parted to speak, Sybil turned her icy blue gaze on him, offering him nothing more than a look that promised to kill if he so much as breathed in her direction. She would too. A small handgun was strapped to her left thigh. Not to mention the knife in her purse. Two of her favorites.
After he vacates the elevator, she’s whisked up to the penthouse floor. Stepping into his apartment, it’s quiet and mostly dark, aside from a few lights that were carelessly flipped on. Aside from the sounds coming from the bedroom. With a smirk, she navigates the apartment with a silent ease that implies she knows it well enough that she knows where the floorboards creak.
Stopping at the doorway, she leans against his dorm jam and is instantly amused. Sybil doesn’t have to see her face to know she’s pretty, she wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. The brunette bounces enthusiastically on his cock, maybe with just a bit too much enthusiasm. Canting her head to the side, Sybil speaks. ”Slow down, honey.” She purrs, making the girl jump. ”Enjoy the ride.” Then she locks eyes with Manny himself.
The sounds of the brunette's moans fill the room, but he doesn't need his hearing to know that a familiar blonde lingers in his penthouse. He can smell her, his senses heightened by her choice of perfume that lingers down the long hallways of his home, thought the woman riding his cock so ruthlessly barely bats an eyelash. She feels good, but the remembrance of Sybil makes his dick twitch, as if he can picture himself in her right now while this woman, whose name he'd honestly forgotten, tries too hard at getting him to cum. A soft sigh escapes him and no sooner the blond bombshell walks into his room and props herself against the doorframe, "sexy," he grumbles under a hushed breath as he eats her in with his gaze, licking over the curves of her luscious fucking body, the way the fabric gets to stick against every inch of her skin. He was jealous, he had to admit. The jewelry that adorned her neck only brought out her eyes, he admired her while getting ridden, she would hardly notice as she addresses the woman riding his dick.
Her voice echos between the walls of his room which silences the brunette, thank the heavens, who flinches at the sound of Sybil's voice. Their eyes lock and a darkened smirk tugs against his lips, licking them softly while the brunette turns on him with a hardened gaze. 'Who is she?' Manny chuckled and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "an excellent fuck," the woman's gaze hardened, as if she was disgusted, 'tell her to leave!' A chuckle rumbled off his chest, his large hands grabbing her by the hips as he hoisted her off of him and rolled off of the bed. He grabbed a towel from his nightstand and wrapped it around his hips, the brunette looking at him, appalled. "See yourself out sweetheart," 'You're fucking kidding,' she scoffs as she collects her clothes and shoes, scuttling out of the door soon after.
When she leaves Manny looks at the blonde woman still propped in his doorway, "you owe me," he groans while a hand rubs through the dark hair of his head. "Now I'm stuck with blue balls," that wasn't actually a thing, and he could certainly take care of himself, but what fun was that when he had such a hot piece of ass standing before him. He knew Sybil though, almost more than he would have desired, and he knew she didn't do anything without some convincing. "What brings you here, at this hour, at the most inconvenient time?" His arms cross against his broad chest as he leans on the opposite door frame while facing her.
With his cock still buried in his date, Manny shamelessly fucks Sybil with his eyes. She doesn’t not notice, she just simply doesn’t acknowledge him, not wholly. Not yet. Not while the brunette sits on his cock, her outrage spilling from her swollen lips. Amusement curls Sybil’s smile. An excellent fuck. She feigns a pout. ”Is that all I am?” Her voice is husky purr and her eyes glitter with the beginnings of carnal mischief. Far from naive, Sybil knows all she is to him is a good fuck. Just like he’s nothing more to her. He’s a mind blowing ride, an outlet to blow off some steam before she goes home and carries on with her life. Alone. And she’s just fine with that. The brunette, however, doesn’t like his answer. Her flushed face scrunches with disgust as she tries to have Sybil removed from the penthouse. The laugh that parts red painted lips is soft, a melodic yet mocking sound. She wasn’t going anywhere. From the moment Manny was aware of her presence in his house, she was a welcomed visitor. He solidifies that knowledge when he hauls the brunette off his lap, depositing her in the bed before dismissing her.
Sybil tracks his movements with a keen eye. Each flex of muscle as he rises from the bed, his cock glistening with the other woman’s arousal. Then he wraps a towel around his waist, cutting off her view. Her well kept brow arches in silent question. Manny and modesty were two words that didn’t belong in the same sentence. Icy eyes leave the fine specimen of a man long enough to land in the brunette as she stormed by, a small wave of manicured fingers her only parting gift. You owe me. Sybil hummed contemplatively in her throat. ”That sounds like more of a you problem.” Her tone is dry, like she might actually leave him here with his blue balls. But Sybil didn’t do anything for no reason. She’s not leaving here until she gets what she wants.
He leans against the doorframe, looking like every woman’s wet dream. His olive skin is covered in ink, leaving more ink than skin. With both nipples pierced and a close cut hairstyle, he’s the man your dad warns you aware from. The man that would ruin your life and not look back when he left your bed. That doesn’t stop Sybil from pushing off the frame, stepping towards him as she reaches behind her, tugging at the zipper of her dress. ”An excellent fuck.” Purring his words back at him, she tells him exactly why she’s hear. With a shimmy of her hips, her dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but sky high heels, the holster around her thigh and a barely there thong. Stepping up to him, her hands brazenly reach for the towel wrapped around her waist. She barely has to tug before it comes free and she abandons its on his bedroom floor. ”Unless you’d rather me bring your friend back?” Her head canted to the side in feigned innocence. But the way her mouth curls as she looks up at him through her dark lashes, she knows.
Perhaps if he cared to play his cards right, he would have bedded two fine women at the same time. Sybil was far more than enough, more than what the brunette was, and he enjoyed not having to listen to her yap for the length of their fuck session. Blondes knew how to have more fun, he concluded this the first couple of times they fucked, every now and again she would come over because she had an itch to scratch. It seemed like this would be one of those times.
She mirrored his past compliment, and a crooked smile tugged against his lips as her hands reached behind her, the unzipping of her dress echoed off the walls of his room while he watched the fabric hit the floor. Her perky breasts were the first thing he noticed, god she was perfect, her nipples hard against the cool air begging to be played with. His cocked twitched to attention as she neared, tugging the towel off his hips so he stood bare before her. He was harder than he was previous, harder than he was when wrapped up inside that brunette. Fuck Sybil and why did she have to be so fucking hot.
He rolled his neck until it cracked and closed the space between them, his fingers slipping down her sides and at the holster on her leg. He unequipped her of all of her weapons not because he was scared, but because he didn't need to be stabbed in the groin or shot by accident when they were in the middle of hot, wild sex. His large hands pressed against her back, bringing her close into him until her large breast pressed against his inky chest. He feverishly kissed her neck, one hand on her back, the other tangled in her wild golden locks, his fingers wrapping around the strands and giving her a firm pull backwards to expose her neck further. He left nips and kisses in the wake of his heated breath, his other hand gripping at her ass savagely, his hardened cock pressed against her pelvis.
His kisses would trail down her collar bone until he was at her breast, his tounge rolling over her hard nipple before taking it into his mouth, his hand cupping it firmly. He moved down her belly, his other hand leaving her back while both grasped her tits, licking down to her navel and pressing kisses against right before her pussy."Fuck you're so damn sexy," his hands trailed down the soft skin of her belly, two fingers rolling between her wettened thighs as he slipped them past her folds and into her wet cunt. He fingered her, his pace intense while his tongue simultaneously rolled over her clit, preparing her just for him.
Manny wasted no time taking in his fill before he stood up, his large hands cupping under each asscheeks and in one fluid motion he lifted her to straddle him. Strong enough to grip her with one hand under her ass, the other grabbed at her locks of hair again as he drew her into a hungry kiss, ravaging the insides of her cheeks as he carried her across the room. When he reached the living room, he leaned her back into the glass of his penthouse that stretched from floor to ceiling, for all to see, if they so wished it. His throbbing cock was pinned between her pelvis and his stomach, yearning to feel her insides. He wouldn't starve himself long as he used his weight to press and hold her into the glass, two hands palmed under her ass to lift her up and slowly slide her onto his thick cock resting inside her with a heavy groan. Fuck she felt so good, nice, tight and wet, just for him. In slow repetitive motions he would lift her up and down the length of his cock, as if she weighed nothing. His breaths hot against the skin of her neck.
Manny doesn’t waste time. His hands are hot as they skim down her sides, pulling her closer. It’s one of the rare occasions that Sybil is pliant. Her gun and holster clatter to the floor as he disarms her and she doesn’t think twice about it. She even goes far as to gently kick it across the smooth wood floors where it’s out of the way entirely. Pulling her in close, her pierced nipples rub against his chest, enjoying the faintest bit of friction as he holds. When his mouth drops to her neck, one hand buried in her hair, she doesn’t resist as he tugs her head back, her spine arching towards him to follow the pressure in her neck. His rigid cock presses against her, prodding her imploringly. Reaching between them, she swirls an idle finger around the tip, not even attempting to put space between them so that she might wrap her fist around his cock when he palms her ass roughly, probably leaving faint bruises.
His mouth dips past her collarbone to her breast, his tongue lavishing her nipple with his tongue. Her hand curls around the back of his neck, moving only to bury into his hair as he traces a familiar path down her belly to her wet cunt. A sinful smirk lifts one corner of her mouth, her eyes glittering appreciatively. ”Don’t you know it.” She purrs. The first time she spread her legs for him, she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Not when she craved the savagery of his touch and he didn’t hesitate to give it to her.
A throaty moan follows the sharp jerk of her hips as he thrusts two fingers into her, his tongue flicking against her clit. Her manicured fingers grip his hair as her weight shifts to one leg so that the opposite could lift and sling over his shoulder, offering him the exactly angle she wanted him at while also keeping him securely between her legs. Her hips roll against his face, languid because she knew they were only just getting started.
When he lifts her, lithe legs wrap around his waist and he carries her like she weighs nothing. Sybil pays no mind as to where he is taking her, so long as he is inside of her by the time he got there. With his hand buried in her hair, resting against her nape, he kisses her and Sybil meets him with an open, willing mouth. The glass possesses a sharp bite when its cool surface hits her flushed skin, causing her to hiss against his mouth, to dig her nails into the tops of his shoulders where her hands rest. The hot and cold sensation is intoxicating, no matter how shocking
The city spanned below them, people still out and about despite the late hour. But Sybil isn’t shy. She doesn’t care that anyone daring enough to look, could see her getting fucked. All she cares about was his cock as it presss against her pelvis and to remind him of that, she rolls her hips against him, grinding her wet cunt against his skin. But he’s just as impatient as she is. Pinned between the glass and his torso, his hands palm her ass as he lifts her, only to lower her into his cock.
”Fuck yes.” She moans, her head falling back against the glass as he stretches her to the max. Her body yields to him, so indecently as he slides into her heat like she was made just for him. Manny repeats the process over and over again, his pace unhurried, as if he’s savoring her. Sybil clings to him, her legs squeezing as she holds him close, content to keep him as deep as she can.
He pins her between the glass and his hot skin, his hands still cupped under her ass as he glides her up and down his cock slowly, his head rolling back as he moans deeply into the midnight air. She feels so fucking good that he feels himself grow impatient, his fingers gripping into her skin as he is sure to leave a mark of his existence. He lifts her up again, this time not bringing her down onto him as slowly as he's done prior, but with more force behind the buck of his hips. The back of her thighs clash against the wet that pooled atop of his from her arousal, each time making his skin slicker. She wraps around him tightly, her pussy just his for the taking as she molds to his sheer thickness and size. His lips find her bare neck again as he places feverish kisses amongst her skin, his hips pressing forward deeply into her until he can no longer hold back the beast that stirs within him.
He braces himself, spreading his feet apart against the floor to ensure he keeps his balance, and when he feels secured, he lifts her once more, each time he slams her down back onto his cock it is more intense and deeper than the last thrust. His pace causes him to inhale sharper, more intense breaths as he slams her up and down against him, groaning into the skin of her neck.
Manny isn't done with her, not yet, so with one last thrust inside of her he lifts her off and brings her to her feet. A hand trails against the back of her neck and palms her hair, the other turning her around to face the glass as his hand then pressed into her back to lean her against it. He can only imagine how hard her nipples are against the cool glass, and any innocent bystander sure has a fantastic view. He stands behind her and fists his length, his opposite hand grabbing under the back of her thigh and lifting it for deeper access. He slots himself into her with one, selfish thrust, and slow fucks her as he keeps the grip on her hair. She is warm and wet around him, his teeth rake at his lips idly. "Come for me," he presses deeply into her, his hand releasing from her thigh as he placed a heavy smack against her ass, gripping the skin soon after tightly in between the tips of his fingers.
The delicious bite of pain is everything she craves. His fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, undoubtedly bruising her skin, a mark that would linger for days as a reminder. Sybil pants at the slow slide of his cock in and out of her, the steady teasing so that she feels every inch he had to offer. Until he’s done toying with her. She lands harder and harder on his cock, each thrust forcing a throaty moan from her lips as she arches in his grasp, putting all her faith in the glass at her back. It’s an exquisite torture. The sharp nip of pain as he bottoms out with each rough thrust of his hips takes her higher and higher.
A final thrust would leave her wanting as he sets her on her feet, spinning her face the glass. A sharp hiss snakes it way from between her teeth as her hard nipples press against the cold glass, the sensation shocking against her flush skin. She can’t help the initial flinch back, an attempt to escape the bite of cold.
But when he slides back inside her, her back dips as she arches back into her, eager for him. With his hand gripping the back of her thigh, he’s steadies her as she stands on one leg, spreading her legs for him so she could feel in him the deepest parts of her. Reaching one hand between her legs, she circles her own clit as her pussy clenches in anticipation. Come for me. The demand is delivered with a stinging palm against her ass cheek, her skin immediately reddening and her body clenching. It’s her undoing, his callous touch, their rough fucking.
Her knee threatens to buckle under her weight and her thighs clench. Her voice echoes through the apartment as she comes beautifully undone. With heaving sides, her breath in a ragged pant as she basks in the no strings attached pleasure he offers. Popping off his cock with a wet squelch, she turns and sinks to her knees.
Wrapping her fingers around his glistening cock, she looks up at him as her tongue flicks against the tip, the taste of her orgasm exploding across her tastebuds. One side of her mouth tips up in a smirk before she takes him into her mouth, her tongue running along the underside of him until he hits the back of her throat. Then she swallows and her throat relaxes, allowing him to sink into her mouth even further. With a deliberate slowness and a firm squeeze, she strokes his cock, using her own arousal to slide her hand up and down his length.
”Fuckkk,” he growls under a heated breath as his chin tilts forward again to see her mouth wrapped around him. Her hand works simultaneously with her mouth and tongue , each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He grips at her hair harder, guiding her movements back and forth each time more aggressive than the next before he can no longer contain himself.
His hips buck forward as he enters the deepest part of her throat and holds himself there, his toes curl against the wood floor as he empties himself into her mouth. His cock twitches and he slowly released her hair from his grip, watching as she effortlessly draws a thumb to her lips and wipes off the remains.
Manny takes a minute to compose himself, his cock still swelled desire. His eyes flash at her dangerously and she should know he isn’t quite done with her yet. Hell knows when the next time he will see her would be, he has to make most of his situation.
Large hands wrap under her arms to lift her up against him, his dick trapped between her naval and his stomach. ”I’m not quite finished here,” he says in a dark breath before cupping his hands under her ass and lifting her back up, using her spit and arousal as lubrication for round two as she slides down back, and onto his hard cock. He carries her off to the bedroom and closes the door behind them, as if the walls will contain their pleasurable evening.
-fin-