Benny
If ol’ Benny knew this is what he would have got for shooting some lady in the head, he would have done this much sooner.
The desk he had taken up doing business at wasn’t the most sound piece of furniture. In fact, he would have rather not used the damn thing at all when he considered just taking everything over to his bed and spreading it out to work there. He could balance it on a piece of wood across his lap and have more stability and less splinters. But at the desk was a very nice, very soft cushioned chair with enough room for him to comfortable spread his legs and recline.
And enough room for the naked woman he had shot maybe less than a month prior to seat herself right on his exposed cock.
Although Benny was good at predicting the odds, he could have never predicted these odds. Not in a million years. In fact, if someone had told him just a month and a day ago what would come from him going after that courier he would have thought the blabbering idiot was off their rocker. But that would have been a bet he would have lost, probably the only one in a while, and he would have been glad of that. In fact, he was beyond ecstatic he would have been wrong.
The courier was someone spunky. You were not what he had been expecting when he finally got the chance to have a brief conversation with you. Mind you it was after you had absolutely rocked his world in his room when he thought you had marched right in there to kill him. Well, you had admitted that was the original plan, but when you changed your mind and stuck around he wasn’t about to complain either. When you let him speak and you started to add remark after remark, Benny would have almost claimed he was in love right then and there. Except he knew it was more of talking with his cock, which had grown hard whenever you opened your smart mouth just to get the final say, and he wasn’t against that either.
Coming to an agreement wasn’t something neither of you had expected either. Benny had thought there would have been more fight, yet there wasn’t. Whether all the fight had been knocked out of you through the wastelands you’ve had to traverse for the last few days prior to showing up with a gun ready to paint his walls with, or whether it was the fact he caught you in a moment of weakness post the absolutely violent evening spent in the bed with each other, neither of you knew. All that Benny knew was there was a nice agreement between the two of you and that ended with him seated on this chair with a nice naked woman on him warming his cock while he tried to focus on the papers.
“How much longer?” You established early in this arrangement that you were impatient. Benny had never been one to draw things out, not when he wanted something, but seeing how you pouted and cursed was satisfying enough to convince him to do such a thing. His hand was tracing up and down your bare spine, feeling the scars and nicks from your life out in the wilds. Your life before he had shot you. He didn’t know much about you, just what your occupation had been and that you’re a dangerous enough woman you could have easily killed him a while ago had he not gotten the jump the first time. And he knew that when he dug his thumb in like he was annoyed at your hip it made your cunt clench and he had to fight back the noise.
“Keep distracting me an’ you’ll be waitin’ all night.” He wasn’t nice when he spoke, his tone taking that on of someone ready to snap. But that couldn’t have been farther from the actual truth. His hand continued the motion up and down all while he tried to focus and maneuver the papers in front of him around. All about the casino and the numbers and everything in between that he really needed to focus on even if just for a glance. But it took a few squeezes too many and a sharp shudder racking through his body before he figured out that you were periodically tightening yourself around him. Massaging him.
His grunt was one part impressed and one part annoyed.
That same hand that had been tracing up and down your spine suddenly dropped and laid a harsh smack across your ass, making you jerk and squeeze tighter around him before easing up.
“Behave or you’ll be in the corner instead.”
“Sorry, sir.” Your voice took on that snarky tone he was so used to he couldn’t help the grin when he settled you back against him, feeling your breasts right on his chest.
“There you go.” He muttered, cooing almost mockingly at you as you tried to relax yourself against him. His cock felt smothered and hot and under his clothes he felt sticky, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to milk this for as long as possible. “There we go.”