Read Novel Full Chapter 789: Thick Ass Milf Lawyer
Chapter 789: Thick Ass Milf Lawyer
Sarah stormed back into the interrogation room, her arms laden with a stack of files and a battered laptop. She dumped them onto the table with a thud, the sound echoing like a judge’s gavel.
"Alright, Jack," she said, cracking her knuckles as she opened the laptop, "let’s get started." The screen cast a pale glow over her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my head. "Officer Sarah," I drawled, my voice dripping with faux innocence, "don’t I have the right to call my lawyer?"
Her fingers froze over the keyboard. For a second, I thought I saw a flicker of irritation cross her face, but she quickly masked it with a cold, professional smirk. "If you want a lawyer," she said through gritted teeth, "you have the right to a phone call. If not, you’ll be assigned a government lawyer."
I feigned surprise, pressing a hand to my chest. "Really? How generous of you." I tapped my fingers on the table, as if deep in thought. "You know, I’ve seen this in those law dramas—if someone can’t afford a lawyer or doesn’t request one, the state provides one. How convenient."
Sarah’s eye twitched. She knew exactly what I was doing—poking, prodding, trying to get under her skin. "Are you done wasting my time?" she snapped.
I shrugged. "Oh, I’m just getting started." I paused, letting the silence stretch between us. "But fine, if you insist..." I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "I don’t want to waste my precious lawyer’s time on this little... misunderstanding. So, yeah, just assign me, someone from the government."
Sarah’s jaw clenched so tightly I thought I heard her teeth grind. "You—" she started, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Fine. It’ll take 30 minutes to get her here."
My ears perked up at that. Her. So the lawyer was a woman. Interesting.
I leaned back again, crossing my arms. "Perfect. While we wait, could you be a darling and grab me a coffee? Black, no sugar." I flashed her my most charming smile, the one that usually made women weak in the knees.
Sarah’s face turned an impressive shade of red. For a moment, I thought she might refuse, might even throw the files at my head. But then, with a growl of frustration, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. This is going to be fun.
Five minutes later, the door swung open again, and Sarah stomped in, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. She slammed it onto the table in front of me, a few drops sloshing over the rim. "Here," she snapped. "Your coffee. Now shut up and wait for your lawyer."
I picked up the cup, taking a slow sip. "Mmm. Just like I like it," I said, my eyes never leaving hers. "Strong. Bitter. Just like you, Sarah."
She looked like she was two seconds away from throwing the entire cup at me. Instead, she turned away, her shoulders tense, and started pacing the room like a caged tiger. "You’re insufferable," she muttered under her breath.
The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Sarah’s back was to me, her shoulders rigid as she paced, her fingers flexing like she was imagining them wrapped around my throat. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
That’s when I noticed him—the guy sitting in the corner, pretending to be absorbed in his phone. His eyes kept flicking up, stealing glances at Sarah whenever she turned away. It was obvious.
Painfully obvious. The guy had a crush on her, the kind that made him look like a lovesick puppy every time she moved. But he was also terrified of her, like a man who knew he’d never have the guts to approach an icy beauty like Sarah. Pathetic.
I swirled the coffee in my cup, my mind racing with possibilities. What if I did something unexpected? Something that would make his jaw drop and Sarah’s head explode? The thought was too tempting to ignore.
The last sip of coffee burned down my throat, the bitter warmth grounding me as my mind raced with possibilities.
The door swung open, and every muscle in my body tensed—not from fear, but from the sheer, unholy force of the woman who stepped inside. My eyes locked onto her instantly, my brain short-circuiting for half a second before my gaze started its slow, ravenous descent down her body.
Fuck.
She was built like a goddamn sin—the kind of body that made men forget their own names. Her suit was a crime—tailored so tightly it should’ve been illegal, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin, begging to be torn off.
The blazer was unbuttoned just enough to tease, the crisp white blouse underneath stretched obscenely over her tits—massive, full, heavy—threatening to spill free with every breath she took.
The fabric strained, the buttons looking like they were one deep inhale away from popping like champagne corks.
My cock twitched just imagining it—the way they’d bounce free, those dark, thick nipples already hard from the cool air of the interrogation room, begging for my mouth, my teeth, my hands—
And that ass.
Jesus Christ.
The pencil skirt she wore was a fucking joke—molded to her hips like it had been painted on, the fabric so tight I could see the faint outline of her thong digging into that juicy, round backside.
Every step she took made it sway, hypnotic, like a pendulum swinging just for me. I could already picture my hands sinking into that flesh, my fingers digging in as I pulled her onto my lap, made her ride me right here on this goddamn table—
Her heels clicked against the floor, sharp and authoritative, the sound sending a jolt straight to my dick.
They were fuck-me heels—black, strappy, the kind that wrapped around her ankles like restraints, making her calves flex with every step. I could already imagine them digging into my back as I buried my face between her thighs, her moans echoing off these concrete walls.
She greeted Sarah with a voice like smoked honey, rich and smooth, "Officer Sarah. Officer Diaz." The sound of it made my spine tingle.
Sarah’s reply was clipped, jealous—"Lawyer Lorena."—but I barely heard it. I was too busy drowning in the vision of Lorena bending over this table, that skirt riding up, her ass on display for me, her fingers gripping the edge as I took her from behind, her tits swinging with every thrust—
They shook hands, and I nearly groaned when Lorena’s arm moved, the shift making her tits jiggle slightly under the fabric.