His Second Wife

Chapter 64

Pointed heels pounded on a particular establishment’s marble floor, the clattering sound of the heels radiating off the walls. A woman in a short black dress walked down the hallway of the top floor of the establishment. When she reached one of the office doors, there were moans and grunts coming from inside. This caused her to go to a complete stop. She smirked and lit a cigarette before pushing the door open and walking in. Her eyes lingered in the office, and a smirk curved at the corner of her lips as if she had expected that much. Pointing her chin out, she walked further into the office. She then went to a secret door in the office. She twisted the door open and walked in to see a naked man hammering a blonde girl on top of the table.

“Oh my God, it’s too painful; please, let’s use the bed,” the woman begged as the man shoved his cock deeper within her, causing her to whimper in pain.

“You don’t get to ask such things. That bed is only for someone special, not some fling.” The man said in between grunts and thrusts.

“Wait, someone walked in!” The woman said as she wanted to cover herself, but the man pinned her to the table, throwing a powerful thrust deep inside her.

“I know,” the man continued, “just open your legs and forget about what isn’t important to you.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The woman in a short black dress regarded the man standing while fucking a woman on the table with an indifferent gaze. She took a big breath and slumped on the couch opposite the table, absorbing the thick smoke. She watched as the man’s cock thrust itself deeply into the naked woman, who was perched on the table. She watched as the woman mewled and whimpered while the man humped and grunted hard and fast, tossing his head back as he met the woman on the couch’s gaze.

“You’re late,” said the man.

“I can see.” She answered as she stared at the man, who seemed to be chasing after a release. The woman let forth a wry smile. The man hung one of the woman’s legs on his shoulder as he plunged deep into her, tossing his head back again as he drove towards his release. The woman in black smiled while the man winked at her. She inhaled the cigarette while crossing her legs. Rings of white smoke emitted from her lips. The man continued to fuck, paying no attention to the woman who was sitting and watching him bonk the one on top of the table. The man stopped bonking the woman and bent her on the desk, her hands clutching the table for dear life. The woman in the black dress watched as the man’s balls slapped against the woman’s folds. The man kept cocking his head in her direction.

“We have a problem.” The woman finally spoke, and the man continued to hump the other woman while she clung to the desk for her dear life.

“Oh yeah,” the man growled, a gruff sound followed by another clumsy thrust as he shoved deep into the woman. Ignoring the woman’s whimpers and grunts, he eventually became annoyed since the woman was unable to make him cum. He cocked his head in the direction of the couch and locked gazes with the woman in a black dress. The woman smirked at him, her gaze fixed on his. The man’s gaze never left the woman in the black dress as he continued to thrust into the other woman. The woman pulled her little dress up, placed her two legs on the couch, and spread her legs wide open for him. She had no panties on. That sight of her was enough to drive the man to his release with a powerful thrust and a grunt. The woman then slowly pulled her dress down, crossed her legs, and blew smoke out of her mouth.

“You have 2 minutes to dress up and leave.” The man told the woman he was fucking as he pulled out his cock out of her cunt. Butt naked, he headed to the minibar in the office. He made himself a drink and gulped down the hot drink. He eventually asked as the liquid scorched his throat.

“What is it?” turning around to face her as he pressed his butt on the desk, still in his glory with a lazy look in his dark eyes.

She said as another ring of smoke emerged from her mouth as she continued to puff on her cigarette. “Grayston Group and Grayston and Sons were sold overnight, and a mysterious buyer now owns the two companies.”

The man scoffed as he gulped down his drink. “I’m sure they’re pulling a fast one on us,” said the man.

“I’m sure they are. Christopher has just divorced his little wife, and now there is a mysterious buyer. What if the wife demanded the whole empire? Did you get to find out the identity of that girl? Because I found nothing on her.”

The man started stroking his cock with one hand while holding a glass with the other. “Someone is doing everything in their power to keep Camila Mendoza’s identity hidden; the girl is also an intelligent girl, but not so clever as to request the entire Grayston Empire,” he hissed, squeezing his face in frustration and drowning in another gulp of his drink. “Those fucking Graystons must be suspecting something. I don’t buy the story one bit. We need to change our approach this time. We need a new strategy.”

“Where do we start?” She hissed at him.

“From why he suddenly divorced his wife, whom he had been pretending he didn’t love, to who bought their empire along with my fucking shares, that old man must be up to no good.”

“You think so?” the woman asked, rubbing her temples with a heavy sigh. All around her was a cloud of light, hazy smoke.

“Take care of it,” the man urged as he stroked his cock. He grumbled, frustrated. “What is that old man up to?” he inquired, running his hand through his unruly hair. “I still want to fuck that girl; I like them when they’re young and innocent.”

“You realize you can’t have her.”

“Why not? She married him despite the age difference between them. She’s a gold digger and seems to have a thing for older guys.”

“Except you are way too old.”

“True, but if I can get you to scream my name, I’m sure I can get her to do the same.” He rolled his eyes.

“What if I’ve been faking it?” The woman chuckled and released another ring of smoke from her mouth, watching it drift towards the ceiling before it disappeared into thin air. The man continued to stroke his cock till it stood firm.

“Strip,” he ordered. With his cock, the man whacked her cheeks. The woman glared at the cock, and then the man’s lusty eyes, then back to the cock. He pointed his cock towards her lips, and he slapped her cheeks again with his cock. The woman drew in her cigarette and blew smoke into the air. The cock was already oozing pre-cum and stood between them in salute. His fingers massaged his throbbing length, which jerked in response to his attention. The woman crushed out the cigarette’s flaming end in the ashtray. She encircled him with her hand. The cock jerked in her grasp. The woman smirked.

“Suck,” the man ordered, and the woman did as she was told. She took him balls deep in her mouth before pulling him out with a pop. She drooled from the corner of her mouth. She wrapped her mouth around him once again. Her head swayed as she accelerated, drawing the man closer to the explosion. She pulled him out with another pop. As he chased his climax, the man’s eyes were tightly shut.

“To the bed. Now.” He barked.