Svafa suddenly stood up, grabbed Lawson's hand, and pressed his palm flat against her heavy left breast.
Holy fuck…
While Lawson sat there frozen, a sly, predatory smile spread across Svafa's face. She glanced down and locked onto the massive bulge now straining hard against his tailored pants.
"How is that even possible…" she whispered, voice thick with lust.
Her husky tone snapped him back. Before he could pull away, Svafa grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard. Her soft lips crushed against his, tongue sliding deep into his mouth in hot, wet strokes, moaning softly while her massive tits pressed against his chest.
When she finally broke the kiss with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Without missing a beat she dropped to her knees between his spread legs, yanked his zipper down, and freed his throbbing cock.
"Fuck… look at this big, hard thing," she purred.
She quickly pulled down the front of her silk nightgown, letting her huge, perfect tits spill out. She wrapped the soft, warm flesh around his shaft, squeezing them tight together, and started stroking him with slow, slick titfucks — her hard nipples dragging along his skin, tongue flicking the swollen head every time it poked through her cleavage.
Lawson groaned deep, gripping the arms of the chair as she worked his cock between her tits, the warm, soft pressure driving him crazy.
After a hot, intense minute she gave the tip one last wet lick, then looked up at him with a wicked, triumphant grin, still sliding her tits up and down his slick shaft.
The gorgeous bar owner rolled her eyes. "Is that so? Then why'd you squeeze so hard just now?"
"Reflex! Pure reflex! It's just… a pretty damn intimidating reflex!"
"Hmph! Intimidating is putting it mildly!"
Svafa licked her lips, staring straight at his face. This woman was a straight-up carnivore—dangerous, hungry, and incredibly tempting.
Lawson tried hard to steer the conversation back to business, but Svafa effortlessly derailed it every time. However, she also knew some things couldn't be rushed. Eventually she circled back to the main topic.
"Lawson, you said you wanted intel. What kind of intel?"
Bingo. Sangiovese really did deal in information.
"I need a full background check on a guy named Rupert Lawrence. He's Head of Security at a suburban Pacific Standard Bank branch."
"Huh?"
Lawson started to repeat it, thinking she hadn't heard, but she cut him off.
"That's it? I thought you were going after some heavy hitter and it turns out to be a glorified rent-a-cop. Fine. Come by tomorrow night and pick up the file. Bring ten grand in cash. Rules are rules."
"I can get it tomorrow?"
"Of course! You think this mall cop is the President? For a nobody like him, it takes one day to find out how many times he jerked off during puberty."
Her claim was over the top, but the absolute confidence in her voice was real. This woman's background was no joke.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow night."
He started to stand up to leave.
"Lawson, leaving already? Not staying for another drink?"
Svafa leaned back in her big boss chair, radiating pure temptation. The sheer silk nightgown and all that pale skin made his mouth go dry.
But remembering how serious her backing had to be, he forced himself to cool off.
Svafa's hand was still wrapped around his wrist, holding his palm flat against the warm, soft swell of her left breast. The thin silk did nothing to hide the stiff peak of her nipple pressing into his skin like a brand.
"How is that possible…" she whispered again, voice husky, eyes locked on the very obvious bulge now straining against his tailored pants. "You're rock-hard from one little squeeze. I knew you wanted this."
Lawson's mouth went dry. His fingers twitched once—reflex, he told himself—before he yanked his hand back like he'd touched a live wire.
"Ms. Svafa, we can't—"
She cut him off by standing up, rounding the desk in one fluid motion, and pushing him back into the leather chair with surprising strength. The office door was already closed. The lock clicked under her fingers.
"Rule number one of Sangiovese," she purred, straddling his lap in a single smooth motion, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs. "When the boss wants something… she takes it."
Her nightgown rode up her hips, revealing she wore nothing underneath. The heat of her bare pussy settled directly over the thick ridge of his cock, separated only by his pants. She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding down until he could feel her slickness soaking through the fabric.
Lawson's hands hovered in the air, not quite touching her. No initiating. No rejecting. The Three No's screamed in his head… but his body was screaming louder.
Svafa smirked, reading every micro-expression on his face. She caught his wrists and guided his hands back to her breasts, forcing his palms to cup the heavy, perfect mounds.
"Squeeze again," she ordered, voice low and commanding. "Harder this time. I want to feel how bad you need it."
He did. His fingers sank into soft, yielding flesh, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she moaned and arched into his touch. The sound went straight to his cock.
"Good boy," she breathed.
She reached down between them, unzipped him with practiced ease, and freed his throbbing length. It sprang up heavy and flushed, the head already glistening. Svafa's eyes widened with genuine hunger.
"Fuck… look at you." She wrapped both hands around his shaft, stroking from base to tip with a slow, twisting grip that made his hips jerk. "Thick, veiny, and all mine tonight."
Lawson's head fell back against the chair. "Svafa—"
"Shhh." She leaned forward, full breasts pressing against his chest, and licked a hot stripe up the side of his neck. "You don't have to say anything. Just sit there and let me ride this gorgeous cock until I'm satisfied."
She rose up on her knees, positioned the fat head at her dripping entrance, and sank down in one long, smooth glide.
They both groaned.
Her walls were molten, silky, and so tight they fluttered around every inch as she took him to the hilt. When her ass finally rested on his thighs, she let out a shaky laugh of pure pleasure.
"Goddamn, you fill me up perfectly."
She didn't give him time to adjust. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Svafa started riding him—hard, fast, greedy. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office. Her tits bounced with every downward slam, nipples brushing his lips. Lawson couldn't help himself; he latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh to help her bounce.
"Yes—fuck—right there," she gasped, grinding her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. "Suck harder. Mark me up. I want to feel your teeth tomorrow when I'm behind the bar."
He obliged, biting down just enough to make her cry out and clench around him like a vice.
Svafa's pace turned feral. She was chasing her own orgasm with single-minded intensity, using his cock like her personal toy. Her juices ran down his balls, soaking his pants and the chair beneath them.
"I'm close—gonna come all over this big dick," she panted, one hand sliding between them to rub furious circles over her swollen clit. "Come with me. Fill me up, Lawson. I want to feel you pulsing inside me when I—ah—fuck—!"
Her orgasm hit like a freight train. Her pussy spasmed violently around him, milking his cock in rhythmic waves. The sight of her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, tits heaving, was too much.
Lawson's hips snapped up once, twice, burying himself as deep as he could go, and he came hard—thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching heat while she kept riding him through both their orgasms, drawing out every last drop.
For a long moment the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, obscene squelch of his softening cock still buried inside her.
Svafa finally slumped forward, draping herself over his chest, lips brushing his ear.
"Mmm… that was just the appetizer, handsome," she whispered, gently clenching around him again. "You're not leaving tonight. I've got all night to break every single one of those silly 'No' rules of yours."
She kissed him slow and filthy, tongue sliding against his, already starting to rock her hips again.
"Round two starts now."
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"Let's save that drink for tomorrow night."
Stepping out of Sangiovese, the cool night breeze finally helped cool the heat still burning through Lawson's body.
Five grand for the car, fifteen grand for the System intel, and another ten grand pledged just now. In less than twenty-four hours he'd blown through thirty grand. The cash was bleeding out fast.
And the rest of the prep work was definitely going to cost more.
"Fuck, this intel on Rupert Lawrence better be worth ten grand."
Muttering to himself, Lawson hopped into his newly acquired used Viper and drove back to his apartment.
He got home early tonight, not even 9 PM. A lot of the tenants were still awake, and the walls were already echoing with all kinds of weird noises.
As Lawson unlocked his door, the one across the hall swung open.
"Lawson, you're back?"
It was Blake. Through the open door he could hear a popular American soap opera blasting from Mrs. Gaines' TV.
"Yeah, just got off work."
In a sense, he really had just finished a day's work—even if the job description wasn't exactly standard.
Blake looked like she suddenly understood something, her beautiful blue eyes blinking as she studied him.
"So that's why you were in such a hurry to leave this afternoon! You had to work! Is that why you're wearing a suit? Is that your uniform?"
"Yeah. My job requires formal attire."
The Ballistic Suit was, technically, his work uniform.
"Um… I have something I want to talk to you about. About what happened at noon. Can I come in for a minute?"
Lawson's expression turned weird.
A gorgeous girl asking to come into your apartment at this hour? That question was loaded.
"Sure, but my place is kind of a mess…"
Blake giggled. "It's a guy's apartment, I know what to expect! Just tell me there aren't Playboys scattered everywhere or DVDs from the San Fernando Valley?"
Classic American girl—blunt as hell! Though after saying it, a faint blush did creep across her pale cheeks.
"Definitely not! Come on in."
If he didn't let her in now it would look suspicious. Lawson stepped aside, letting Blake hobble inside, then reached over and pulled her apartment door shut behind her.
Blake looked around his place with open curiosity. This was probably her first time inside a single guy's apartment.
Her family situation was a little unusual. Because of Ray's demanding job, Mrs. Gaines never had a second kid. In America that was rare. Most couples either went full DINK or popped out a whole litter—two was the bare minimum, three or four was normal. They usually figured an only child got lonely, so they had multiples to keep each other company.
"See? None of the stuff you mentioned."
Lawson's place was actually pretty clean. He didn't own much and liked putting things back where they belonged. The only mess was a couple of takeout containers he'd forgotten to toss. No weird or sketchy shit lying around.
Blake blinked, giving him a sly little look.
"Who knows if you just hid it all? I've heard girls say guys stash that stuff and only pull it out when they need it!"
Saying that, she started sniffing the air like a bloodhound. But the only scent she caught was Lawson's natural musk mixed with a faint hint of tobacco. The combination was intoxicating. She suddenly had the urge to just inhale deep, but she shoved the inappropriate thought down.
Lawson helped her to the couch, then grabbed an ice-cold Coke from the fridge and handed it over.
"Alright then, Sheriff Blake Gaines. What exactly did you want to talk about?"
Being called "Sheriff" made her laugh out loud. She always felt like Lawson knew exactly how to make her smile.
"It's about my dad. He decided he wants to surprise Mom, so he asked if you could keep quiet about running into him today."
That's it?
Lawson gave the brunette a weird look. It felt like she'd just made up an excuse to come see him.
Under his stare, Blake started looking a little flustered. Fortunately Lawson gave her an easy out.
"No problem."