“Print is dying, boys.” I slid back onto the table, Alexi’s grip falling from my hair as he realized how well I had him trapped. “I couldn’t be a starving journalist forever. I have much greater ambitions. And an infusion of your cash, Alexi, is just what I need to get started. I know every cent you’ve ever stolen. My stories about you haven’t even scratched the surface. You know that. This way, you’re safe, I’m out of your hair, and I have exactly what I want.”
Alexi crossed his arms over his broad chest. “How much?”
I crossed my legs. His eyes went to my pussy. It was still wet, still wanting.
“$25 million, wired to my account.”
Alexi laughed. “Impossible.”
I pouted. “Entirely possible, and far less than a tenth of your net worth. I could have asked for more, you know. Raping poor innocent me on video and admitting to working with the police to commit your crimes? I should raise my demand just to be a bitch.”
Jackson and Alexi exchanged a look.
“But.” I stroked down Alexi’s front, feeling his muscles bunch beneath his shirt. “Money isn’t all I’m after.”
“More, Jessica?” A fire lit in his eyes.
“More. I expect both of you to be at my house one week from tonight. I’ll leave town after that. But before I go, I want another taste.” I looked at Jackson over my shoulder. “Of both of you.”
I turned back to Alexi and saw his cock bulging in his pants. I wanted another taste of it right then and there, but I had to wait. This deal needed to be done, the money had to be transferred, and then I could indulge in my fantasies one more time before I left the country.
“Now give me your shirt, Mr. Karasov. I need to get home and clean up before I go to bed and masturbate thinking about the two of you.”
Alexi’s dark eyes opened wider.
“Watch the video if you don’t believe me. I know you have my house wired. Shirt.” I held my hand out.
He obeyed, yanking his black t-shirt over his head and giving it me. “Good boy. Now, Jackson, drive me back to my car.”
Chapter Five
Alexi
I was obsessed before. Now, Jessica was all I could think about. I’d wired the money to her account and then began counting the days until Jackson and I were supposed to show up at her house.
I watched her on the live feeds. She spoke to us, now, telling us what we were doing to her as she touched herself. She moaned my name, Jackson’s name. She teased us every day, every night. I’d fucked her in my mind every which way possible as I stroked myself. Just hearing her cries and remembering how she’d played us that night at the warehouse set me on fire.
When the time came to show up at her house, I was ready to explode, to give her every bit of what she deserved and have her screaming my name.
Jackson rang the doorbell. I looked around. Jessica lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. Her neighbors were a good enough distance away that I didn’t worry about being seen. It wouldn’t have stopped me anyway. I’d lost sleep thinking about filling her with my cock. Nothing could have kept me from her.
She came to the door wearing nothing. She’d waxed her pussy. It was totally bare, the red curls gone. My cock roared to life even more in my pants. Her nipples were hard, pink pearls atop her alabaster tits. I wanted to fuck them and lash them with my cum.
“Come on in, boys.” She stepped back and walked off toward the back of the house. Her hips swayed; her lush ass begging to be fucked.
Jackson and I followed. We’d tried for days to come up with some plan to turn the tables on her. There was none. She’d thought through the details – the video evidence was enough to put us away for life.
She sat on her bed and lay back before snaking her hand down to her pussy and playing with her clit.
“Now you both know what I like.” She made a high-pitched grunt as she flicked herself. “And I know you’re angry with me about this little arrangement.” Another squeal.
It was all I could do not to fall on her and eat her pussy.
“So, I’m going to let you both do whatever you want. Fuck me as hard as you like. I want it.”
Jackson needed no more urging. He stripped off his uniform, whipping his shirt and his pants to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my jeans down. I was so hard it hurt. Seeing her laid out like this, ready for me and Jackson, was what I’d been waiting for.
“And one more thing.” She sank a finger inside her pussy and drew it out, wet and glistening. “Make it rough, like last time.”