Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better

THE WALL STREET WIDOW II

THE WALL STREET WIDOW II

Three days later, the Harrington family mansion on the Upper East Side was draped in black. Mourners filled the grand rooms — Wall Street titans, socialites, distant relatives. Cara moved through it all like a ghost in her elegant black dress, accepting condolences with quiet grace. She didn’t cry. Not once.

When the service began winding down, she slipped away to the private study at the back of the mansion.

Zephyr was there.

His back was to her, waistcoat hugging his powerful frame, a cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared out the tall windows at the manicured gardens.

“Zephyr?” Cara’s voice was soft. “Are you okay?”

He turned slowly. Steel-gray eyes raked over her — hungry, possessive, no longer hiding behind polite concern. The charismatic charm that made him legendary in boardrooms now burned with raw, masculine desire.

“You’re a rare one, Cara,” he said, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. “I don’t know what nation I saved in a past life to deserve a woman like you as my daughter-in-law.” His gaze darkened. “Or perhaps… to deserve you as something far more.”

Cara’s pulse raced. She stepped closer, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and took a slow drag. The smoke curled from her lips.

Zephyr’s eyes tracked every movement. “Blow that into my mouth, Cara.”

She did. Leaning in, she exhaled the smoke against his parted lips. He inhaled it, then blew it gently back across her face, the intimate act sending heat pooling low in her belly.

They smiled at each other.

“Are you okay?” she whispered again.

Zephyr set the cigarette aside. “I don’t think I am. Because right now, all I can think about is you grinding that perfect ass on me until I forget every other thought in my head.”

The invitation hung.

Cara stepped in front of him, turning so her back pressed to his front. She arched gently, rolling her hips until her round ass nestled firmly against the growing bulge in his trousers. She felt him harden instantly.

“Like this?” she breathed.

Zephyr’s large hands settled on her waist, pulling her tighter. He exhaled another curl of smoke near her ear. “Yes… just like that, angel. Whine on me. f**k, your ass is so round and perfect. Made to drive a man insane.”

Cara began to move — slow, sensual rolls of her hips, grinding back against his c**k through the fabric. The friction made her whimper. Zephyr groaned, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through her black dress, thumb circling her n****e until it pebbled.

“That's my girl,” he murmured, voice rough with charm and command. “Feel what you do to me? I’ve wanted this for longer than I should admit. Watching you with that ungrateful boy… knowing I could treat you so much better.”

The grinding grew hotter, more desperate. Cara’s breath hitched as she felt his c**k throb against her. Zephyr’s other hand slipped under her dress, fingers tracing the edge of her lace panties.

A sharp knock sounded on the study door.

“Mr. Harrington? The closing of the service is starting. They’re asking for the family.”

Zephyr didn’t even pause. “Tell them we’ll be there when we’re ready,” he called, voice steady despite the way his fingers were now stroking Cara’s soaked folds from behind. “Or don’t. I don’t give a damn.”

The knocking stopped.

Cara moaned softly as two thick fingers slid inside her. Zephyr pumped them slowly, curling to stroke that perfect spot while his thumb circled her c**t.

“So wet already,” he praised, lips at her ear. “This p***y is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it? My son never deserved this. Never deserved you.”

“Daddy…” The word slipped out, filthy and perfect. Cara’s hips rocked back onto his fingers.

Zephyr spun her around, lifted her onto the heavy oak desk, and shoved her dress up to her waist. He dropped to his knees, elegant waistcoat still buttoned, and buried his face between her thighs.

His mouth was pure sin, his tongue lapping broad strokes from entrance to c**t, then sucking her swollen bud with expert pressure. He ate her like a man starved, groaning at her taste, fingers f*****g her deep while his charismatic voice vibrated against her.

“Come on my tongue, angel. Let me taste how sweet revenge feels.”

Cara came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure exploded through her body. Zephyr licked her through every pulse, savoring every drop.

He rose, eyes blazing, and freed his c**k. It was magnificent — thick, long, heavily veined, the head flushed and leaking. Much bigger than Tyler’s. He stroked it slowly, his smile turning wicked.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” Cara gasped, spreading her legs wider. “f**k me, Zephyr. Ruin me on this desk. Make me forget he ever existed.”

With a low, charmed growl, Zephyr lined up and thrust in deep.

Cara’s back arched, a loud moan escaping as he stretched her perfectly. He bottomed out, balls pressed against her, and held still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size.

“f**k, you feel like heaven,” he rasped, pulling back slowly only to slam in again. “So tight. This p***y is mine now, Cara. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Daddy— oh God, it’s yours!”

He f****d her with powerful, measured strokes at first, deep, grinding rolls that hit every sensitive spot. The desk creaked beneath them. Cara’s breasts bounced with every thrust, n*****s hard against the fabric of her dress.

Zephyr leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, possessive kiss, tongue mirroring the rhythm of his c**k.

Another knock on the door — louder this time. “Mr. Harrington? The guests are waiting for the final remarks.”

“Ignore them,” Zephyr snarled against Cara’s lips, never slowing his thrusts. “Let them wait. I’m busy claiming what should have been mine all along.”

He picked up speed, pounding into her with raw intensity. The wet slap of skin filled the study. Cara’s moans grew louder, shamelessly.

Zephyr pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her stomach across the desk, and drove back in from behind. The new angle made her see stars.

“Arch that back for me, angel. Let Daddy f**k you deeper.”

She did. He spanked her ass once, twice — firm, stinging slaps that made her clench around him.

“So perfect,” he groaned. “Round, juicy ass bouncing on my c**k. I’m going to f**k you every day from now on. Fill you with my c*m until it’s dripping down your thighs at board meetings.”

Cara came again — harder this time — walls fluttering and squeezing him as pleasure ripped through her.

“Good girl. Milk Daddy’s c**k. That’s it.”

Zephyr’s c*m was still leaking down Cara’s thighs when he pulled out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He didn’t let her catch her breath.

“Round two, angel,” he murmured, that deep, charismatic voice dripping with sinful promise. He spun her around on the heavy oak desk so she faced him, then sat back in the wide leather executive chair, c**k still rock-hard and glistening with their combined juices. “Come here. I want you to ride Daddy properly this time.”

Cara’s legs trembled as she straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his powerful thighs. Her black mourning dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, breasts heaving, n*****s tight and aching. Zephyr’s steel-gray eyes devoured every inch of her as he gripped her hips, guiding her dripping p***y over the thick head of his c**k.

“Slow at first,” he instructed, voice smooth as velvet but commanding. “Let me feel every inch sliding into that cunt.”

She sank down. The stretch was deliciously brutal. Zephyr’s c**k was thicker than anything she’d ever taken — wide, veined, and curved just enough to drag against her G-spot with every movement. Cara moaned long and low as she took him to the hilt, her ass settling against his heavy balls.

“f**k… so deep,” she whimpered.

Zephyr’s hands slid up her body, palming her breasts, thumbs flicking her sensitive n*****s. “That’s it, angel. Feel how perfectly you swallow Daddy’s c**k? This p***y was made for me.” He leaned forward, sucking one stiff peak into his hot mouth, tongue swirling while he rocked his hips up in shallow, teasing thrusts.

Cara began to move — slow, rolling grinds that made her c**t rub against the base of his shaft. Wet, filthy sounds filled the study as her soaked p***y slid up and down his length. Zephyr groaned against her breast, the vibration shooting straight to her core.

“Faster now,” he ordered, voice roughening with lust. “Bounce on it. Show me how badly you need to be f****d by a real man.”