Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

inside, finishing my orgasm with his cock pumping hard.
    He leaned over me; he was all consuming, as he growled down onto me, "Tell me who owns your pussy, Evie."
    I was flabbergasted and dizzy. He ripped open my shirt and tore off my bra. He grabbed behind me, arching my back and flicked his tongue across my nipple, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.
    The strange sound escaped my lips again. He pulled me down and bucked harder. I placed my feet on the wall behind him, so he could get deeper. His balls slapped against me, spanking my ass.
    "Do I own your pussy?"
    I nodded, catching a glimpse of his devilish smile through his lashes, as he looked up from my breast.
    "Do I own you?"
    I nodded again, "You own me."
    He gripped my hips, jerking me into the wall again. I felt something I had never felt before, a second orgasm. I dug my hands into his hair and dragged his face up to mine. Hungrily, I sucked his lips into mine. I could taste myself on his lips. He kept his pace, feeling my body tightening.
    "You want that orgasm?" he broke our kiss and murmured in my ear, as he nipped at my lobe.
    I nodded my sweaty face against his.
    "What do you say?"
    "P-p-please," I panted.
    He gathered me up in his arms and spun me again. My back slammed against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, gripping his huge shoulders. His hands dug into my ass. He fucked me against the wall, harder than I had ever been.
    He bounced me on his cock, spreading his legs to make a plateau for me to rest against. I clawed at his skin, trying desperately to keep at the angle I was at. I came, biting down on his shoulder. He grunted and moaned into my nape. I felt him pulsate and fill me. He jerked his orgasm into the wall and me. His legs twitched. "God damned," he whispered.
    I nodded, "I think God had a hand in that."
    He laughed, but I was serious. There was no way, one man could make me feel like that. Nothing on the planet, had ever made me feel like that. It was a release like I had never had.
    It was better than crying and letting my steam off. I might never cry again, if he could keep that up. I slapped myself mentally, and reminded my filthy brain that I had just let a criminal screw me. I started to giggle when he kissed me softly and helped me stand on my own, pulling his cock from me.
    "What's funny?"
    I shook my head and looked down at my underwear on the floor, torn off. I didn’t even recall that moment.
    "What?"
    "We just joined the mile-high club." I felt the blush, still on my face , redden . Inside however, I was freaking out and screaming.
    What had I just done?
    He brushed off my mile-high comment, "Oh that."
    I bit my lip and knew he had joined the club, long before I ever came along. He was probably the chair of the arms-dealer sector. I tried to straighten my clothes, but I noticed the rip in my skirt and lack of buttons on my blouse. I grabbed the destroyed ends of my very expensive, lace bra and gave him a hostile look. He did his pants up and left the bathroom. He returned seconds later, passing a robe through. "Just come eat in the robe." He closed the door again.
    I scowled, "I'm not eating dinner in a robe," I shouted through the door but he was gone. I picked up my clothes and started to clean up.
    Looking into the mirror, I could swear I didn’t know the girl looking back at me. If I looked too hard I would see me, and then I would have to let in some of the shame I was repressing for having fun, while my kids and mother were on the run.

Chapter Seven - New you means new shoes

    "I wish we could put you in something classic. You would make a beautiful widow.”
    I frowned, “He told you my husband was dead?”
    She shook her head, “I overheard him talking about it. Anyway, this is going to look amazing on you."
    She passed me a charcoal leather mini skirt and I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only the movie was going backwards.
    I looked at the label and coughed, "Silvia Eisele? Is this for real? It must have cost a thousand dollars for this skirt?"
    She smirked, "I know, right. He always has the nicest shit."
    I scowled, "Does he bring a lot of women on board?"
    She shook her head, "No," her eyes were wide, "I think you're the first. He doesn't bring anyone but Steve—well and me. I live on this damned thing, I swear. Well, and the yacht too. That’s where the ladies come and then they cum. You should hear the dirty shit that’s said in those hallowed halls.” She winked at me.