Room 707

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harvey asked.

"Haven't you been listening, Mr. Diamond?" Hadley Brampton responded, her voice filled with annoyance and headed toward contempt. "I just explained every detail."

A junior publicist at Diamond Corp, Hadley had a reputation for intelligence and a hyperactive mind filled with ideas. Yet, those ideas for promoting Cassandra's literary charity weren't coming with their usual zest. Instead, it felt like the bustling blonde had resorted to pulling out her own teeth to get through this assignment. Harvey had a strong feeling as to why.

"I'm not talking about the promotional blitz. I have every confidence in your abilities," Harvey began, causing the blonde's face to soften incrementally. "What I am talking about is your attitude."

"What's the matter with my attitude?" Hadley questioned sharply. She would never use that tone with other top executives at Diamond Corp, but while Harvey Diamond might be vice president of marketing, he was often missing from his duties.

"Listen, I'm sorry that this event ruined your New Year's plans. However, I did offer to pay for your fiancé's travel expenses here. So, please don't take out your frustrations on the volunteers."

"I would never allow my personal life to affect my professional responsibilities," Hadley replied, which Harvey didn't believe for one second. "And why would Chase want to skip out on New Year's Eve in New York to be here--"

"In this podunk town filled with nasty bees?"

"I was going to say, while I had to work, Mr. Diamond," the young publicist insisted. Yet, her eyes flashed in recognition at the description of Honey Hollow.

"You sure? Did you know that I have many friends all around the business world, Miss Brampton? Yes, I know, that's hard to believe, but I'm a fun guy to be around. So my friends feel the need to tell me when people--especially employees at DC--badmouth my hometown when checking around for their next career advancement."

"I would...I've never..."

"Relax, Hadley, I'm not going to hold it against you for not liking Honey Hollow. However, I'd advise that you watch what you say. Your future employers might not be so understanding," Harvey warned before cracking a smile. "Look, try and relax and have a good time tonight. You're only young once, so live a little. While this event is important to me, it's not a time-consuming job for you. And you're being well compensated."

"But it is a job! And I worry about it conflicting with my position at Diamond Corp."

Noticing Hadley's worried face, Harvey began to wonder if the publicist's attitude wasn't only due to her fiancé spending the holiday halfway across the country.

"How so?"

"Mr. Diamond, my employment contract with Diamond Corp forbids me from taking any form of outside work. I tried to tell you this already," Hadley reminded. Aware of appearances, she waited to roll her eyes until Harvey glanced away in thought. How a man can be so clueless about the company that bears his family name is unfathomable.

"Is this really considered outside work?" Harvey questioned.

"This event has nothing to do with Diamond Corp, and you're paying me personally. So yes!" Hadley's exasperation started to show. "And I just know that come Wednesday, Ms. Mims is going to start asking questions."

Harvey's eyebrows raised at the mention of Pamela Mims. The human resources manager at Diamond Corp, Ms. Mims, seemed to view Harvey as the most significant risk for lawsuits inside the company. Unable to get one of the company's largest shareholders fired--although she'd tried--Pamela monitored Harvey's interactions with other employees like a hawk. No one at DC ever seemed to outright snitch on Harvey to Ms. Mims, but she eventually heard the gossip about him. With Shenai moving away, Ms. Mims appeared to be even more watchful as Harvey took his time finding a new personal assistant.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about Pamela Mims. If she makes a stink, I'll handle it," Harvey reassured. Dealing with Ms. Mims' complaints wouldn't be anything new for him.

"I'm more concerned with what Mr. Prescott will do after Mrs. Mims informs him," Hadley continued, revealing her true fear. Avery Prescott, the chief financial officer, could be the most vindictive of all the company's upper management.

"Avery? Forget him," Harvey replied, waving his hand. That made Hadley scan the hotel lounge, concerned for the man, as he continued. "You have nothing to worry about. My brother suggested you for this assignment, and Dalton agreed. And I'm fairly certain that the combination of CEO and COO would overrule the CFO. Unless things have changed around the office lately."

While Harvey chuckled at his joke, Hadley didn't feel the humor. With his travels, Harvey often seemed unaware of what happened at the company. Rumor had it that before he hired Shenai to keep him informed, Harvey had gone a full year before realizing that his counterpart in sales had left for another company.

Checking her notes for the night, Hadley announced that she had to meet several reporters. She barely waited for Harvey's acknowledgment before walking away.

Arrogant and beautiful. The things I could do to that uptight ass. Harvey imagined as he gazed at Hadley's swaying, toned ass. Whoa, hold on there. She's got a fiancé, and I need to stay away from taken women. Not that I haven't had my fill of engaged women. The combination of a woman facing the rest of her life with one man and curiosity over the rumors about Harvey had led him to a semi-steady run with soon-to-be brides. Only an irate fiancé, an antique sword, and a secluded mansion party led Harvey to back off from that lifestyle.

"Still robbing the cradle, Harv?"

"Ramona, it's been a while," Harvey greeted, surprised to see the thirtysomething woman. Neither made any move to physically greet the other, given the bad blood between them.

"I see nothing changes. Will you dump this one after she gets too old?" the dark-haired woman accused.

"Miss Brampton works for Diamond Corp and is lending a hand tonight. And not in any of the ways that you might think," Harvey explained. Scanning the crowd, he inquired as to who she was with tonight.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ramona replied.

"Not really. Just don't go sniffing around my brother," Harvey said casually but with steely eyes. "See, I know the guy who owns this place. And I'd love to toss you out the front door on your gold-digging ass."

"Always the charmer." Patting Harvey's cheek, she issued a parting shot. "I can't wait to see Graham again."

Sensing a potential scene and curious about how Ramona came to be in Honey Hollow, Harvey ordered a cocktail. Leaning back against the bar, Harvey took several sips before he pulled his phone out. Typing a message, he sent off a warning to the one person who would keep an eye on his brother and investigate the surprise appearance.

For the next fifteen minutes, Harvey attempted to relax. With the reception having started, guests for the ball began to arrive in increasing numbers. A significant number stopped in the hotel lounge to drink or chat. Many stopped to ask about Whitney. Hearing a familiar laugh, Harvey glanced over his shoulder and spotted a table with several faces he knew well.

"Laszlo, this is a surprise!" Harvey remarked, walking up to the table. "I didn't know that you were attending the ball."

Laszlo Valko, the owner of Valkyrie Tech and a native of Moose Point, had a long history with both Harvey and Diamond Corp. A frequent guest at Harvey's sex parties in the past, Laszlo and his wife, Yvette, both had healthy sexual appetites.

"Unfortunately, we're not," Laszlo revealed after standing up to shake his friend's hand vigorously. "We're attending a small gathering over in your neighborhood."

Harvey's quizzical expression widened as Laszlo gave him a subtle wink. It's one of those gatherings! "Is Yvette with you?" he asked, glancing around.

"She and my wife went to do some very last-minute shopping," Alec Bowe revealed, standing up to exchange a quick handshake. "We decided to have them drop us off here to see a few old friends."

"Whom did you say was throwing this small gathering again?" Tyrell Tissle inquired. Harvey wondered which old friend had already left the table to allow Tyrell a seat.

With no free seats at the table, Harvey nodded at Martin Unger, the fourth man seated. Marty seemed envious of the private party as well. Harvey issued a thin smile as he heard the party host. They would've been my second guess.

"I'm surprised to see you in town for the holidays, Alec," Harvey commented. The Bowes usually visited their children, who all lived elsewhere.

"We decided that the kids need to come home every three years from now on. With grandkids on the scene now, we wanted them to see Honey Hollow in its wintry glory," Alec recounted.

"And Archer needed his grand homecoming to find his future wife," Laszlo bellowed a hearty laugh while slapping Alec's shoulder.

"That boy is a handful," Tyrell chimed in.

"But he'd better be wary around my girls," Marty added.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Marty," Harvey remarked, causing a suspicious glare from him. "Your girls should be able to handle Archer. Nosy Nectar chronicled all his moves for years."

"Right, right," Marty nodded, feeling better.

"Nice one," Laszlo mouthed at Harvey while Alec winked. The Ungers weren't known for their looks.

"Did Henry come down with you? I'm sure Whitney would be thrilled to see him," Harvey inquired. Henrik "Henry" Valko was an old family friend and Whitney's first lover.

"No, he decided to visit friends and Yvette's family," Laszlo replied before apologizing for not asking about Whitney from the start.

That led to a good ten-minute talk about what happened on Wasp Lake, their stay at the hospital, and Whitney's prognosis. Laszlo wasn't very familiar with the Tarvers, so he asked several questions. Alec showed the most concern for Sean, as several of his older children knew Brandy Fallon. While Tyrell seemed a little put out for some reason, Marty Unger glowered. Bad blood had existed between the Ungers and the Arizas over false allegations. As a young woman, Bridget Tarver had made no bones about defending Gabriela's family. That caused several scenes between her and various Ungers.

Eventually, Harvey said his goodbye as several more people came over to the table. Then, after taking one last survey of the lounge, he left. Walking through the lobby, Harvey realized he hadn't checked in with a certain person amid all the drama over the past few days. Figuring that he needed to make sure that everything was alright, he changed course and headed toward the front desk.

"Sorry to bother you, Kenta," Harvey said to the clerk. "But could you tell me the room number for one of the guests?"

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Harvey waited outside Room 707 until he heard footsteps approaching. When the door opened, his eyes fell on one of the two brunettes he expected to find inside. The younger one appeared ready for New Year's Eve, wearing a long burgundy sequin dress that sparkled. Of course, Harvey's gaze fell on the vast cleavage that the dress showed off.

"Har--Mr. Diamond, how are you?" Cheyenne Tissle greeted, catching herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she opened the door, motioning for her secret lover to enter.

"Happy New Year, Cheyenne," Harvey replied, acting as if he hadn't fucked her in his hot tub several nights ago. "Are your parents around?"

"My dad went downstairs already." Harvey nodded as he just left Tyrell's table. "Mom had a malfunction and is getting ready again in the bathroom."

"A malfunction?"

"It's a long story," Cheyenne said before moving closer and whispering. "Couldn't get enough of me?"

"I thought I wore you out," Harvey countered with a cheeky smile. Then, raising his voice, "I wanted to stop by to see your parents. I have a few questions about the donation your mother wanted to make."

"Oh, that's too bad," the busty teen said, running her hand from her neck down to her cleavage. "Ohmigawd!"

Harvey flinched and jumped back a step. He wasn't sure what caused the teenager to shriek, but several concerning possibilities leaped to mind. Fortunately, it didn't turn out to be one of them.

"I'm so sorry. How's Whitney?" Cheyenne questioned, feeling awful for not asking immediately.

Whitney's classmate nodded as Harvey recounted once again what happened out on Wasp Lake. This is going to get old fast. I should've called Rollie Swift and given an interview before today. Cheyenne interrupted with several questions. She also seemed impressed as Harvey stressed how Sean saved his daughter's life.

"Now, I feel terrible that we argued the night before at your cabin. Is Whitney coming to--of course, she's coming tonight," Cheyenne caught herself with a laugh.

"We didn't bother even trying to keep her away, but she is under orders to take it easy tonight. And she will with chaperones watching over her," Harvey revealed.

Cheyenne almost laughed at Whitney's likely chaperone misery. Instead, she vowed to make peace with the girl she sometimes viewed as a rival. That led to a question about the blonde's whereabouts.

"She might still be upstairs in our suite. But, you'll probably find her in the ballroom soon."

A buzzing sound drew Cheyenne's attention. Harvey admired the view that the slinky dress offered as the teenager walked over to an end table in the sitting area. He watched as her body language showed annoyance.

"Ugh! Sorry, I need to go Har--Mr. Diamond. Lux has an issue with her dress, and Quilla is more worried about getting everything right with her own dress. That means I have to do it," Cheyenne explained. Grabbing a small clutch that matched her dress, she slid her phone inside before walking over and laying a kiss on his cheek. "I'd do more, but..."

"Smart girl," Harvey acknowledged, patting her ass slyly.

"Um, did you want to wait for my mom? I can tell her that you're here," Cheyenne said, hesitating at the door.

"That's alright. I'll take a seat for a few minutes until she's out," Harvey responded, already walking toward the small sitting area.

"Okay! See you later."

Acting on the verge of sitting down, Harvey changed directions as the door shut behind Cheyenne. Familiar with the two-bedroom suites on the seventh floor, he walked toward the larger bedroom on the left-hand side. Making himself right at home, Harvey entered the bedroom, working his way toward the bathroom door. Putting his head against the door, he heard the shower shut off. Perfect timing.

Issuing three sharp raps, Harvey waited for a response.

"What is it now? I said not to interrupt me, Cheyenne. I'm already late for--Harvey!" Cordelia exclaimed in surprise.

Honestly, Harvey had headed up to Room 707 without any intention other than to chat with Cordelia. He merely wanted to check on her feelings over their half-finished dalliance. Not to mention, he held some curiosity over whether the Talbot or Chelton offspring had said anything to their neighbors about the pair of Peeping Toms. However, that pure intention slipped as his gaze admired the sight before him.

With her long brown hair expertly styled, Cordelia appeared ready to hit the ballroom. Yet, the hastily tied towel covering her dripping wet body told another story. What sort of malfunction happened? Harvey wondered as he won the battle of pulling his eyes away from her very large bosom.

"Don't worry, Cheyenne left to help her friend," Harvey responded as the mother's eyes searched around his body. "She said you had some sort of a malfunction."

"Did I ever! I was almost fully ready. All I had to do was put on my dress, but then I went to dab a bit of perfume on. I barely touched the top, and the fucking thing exploded. Well, more like it gushed out. I've never, ever seen that happen before. And it was a brand new bottle. Hey! It's not funny. You trying cleaning off without ruining hair like this," Cordelia snapped, slapping his shoulder.

"I'm just picturing you talking to the little old ladies who pour perfume on, and they comment on you overdoing it."

"Are you calling me a little old lady?"

"Anything but," Harvey replied. He lost the war as his eyes dropped in defeat to admire her huge tits.

"Perve," Cordelia insulted loudly but with a smirk. "Mr. Diamond, I wouldn't get fresh now. My husband could come back at any moment, and he's a jealous man with a violent temper."

"Violent? Good one," Harvey chuckled. "Jealous or envious, I can see. Besides, Tyrell is basking in his moment with Alec and Laszlo. Unless they kick him out of his seat, Tyrell won't be walking in on his sultry wife's seduction of me."

"Seduction? Haha! Yeah, that's not happening."

"Should we check the window to see if anyone across the street is holding a holiday orgy?" Harvey countered. He loved the way the once-stuck-up Cordelia blushed at the allusion to their voyeuristic adventure from the other night.

"Oh, that's why you barged into my bedroom. Haven't found a girl to fuck you since that night?" the busty brunette teased, turning to wipe the steam off the mirror.

Not outside of your daughter that same night in my hot tub, Harvey replied in his head. But his mouth said, "Nope, I just had a blowjob last night."

"Only a blowjob," Cordelia repeated sarcastically, facing the mirror.

"It was a dual blowjob," Harvey clarified. His nonchalance caused Cordelia to turn her head.

"Poor Harvey Diamond couldn't turn a dual blowjob into a fuck. You must be slipping with old age."

"The situation didn't lend itself to an escalation. Hospital bathrooms and an injured daughter will do that."

Like mother, like daughter, Cordelia let out a shriek and small jump as she recalled what happened. Unlike with Cheyenne, Harvey expected the reaction and took the time to admire the bounce of Cordelia's bosom under that towel. It almost slipped.

Throwing her arms around Harvey, Cordelia's wet body dampened his tux slightly in spots, but he didn't mind the hug. Instead, his hands touched her bare arms and shoulders as he repeated the same information about Whitney. I really should have Hadley issue a press release, at least. It'd save time tonight.

"Um, Harv, remember that I'm a married woman," Cordelia reminded, taking a step back. She'd felt the growing tent inside his thin dress pants.

"I never forgot. My original intention for coming up here was to check on you about any blowback from your disappearance."

"Well, I think Amelia is suspicious. She hasn't said--wait, your original intention?"

Harvey answered the question by tugging the tied portion of the towel in front of him. Despite the numerous naked bodies of beautiful women that he'd witnessed over the decades, Harvey still found his jaw dropping down. That happened partly because of the fantastic pair of Double D-cups his eyes zeroed in on. Light brown areolas tipped with hardening nipples sat in the center of a pair of tits with only a moderate level of sag. Damn, maybe there is something in the honey around here. Honey Hollow tits hold up in greater numbers than any other women I've seen.

The second aspect that caused the well-traveled and experienced lover's jaw to drop came from anticipation. Cordelia Tissle, née Vandermeer, owned a pair of tits that Harvey had wanted to see all in their glory for over two decades. Assuming that he'd never see them, Harvey had been content to feel them the other night. Now, with them so tantalizingly close, he needed to finish off the trifecta.

"Harv," Cordelia warned before moaning as his lips captured a nipple.

As his hand moved to her other breast, any further protest died a quick ****. Palming the heavy orb, Harvey began to play with it to his heart's content. Letting him squeeze and squash her big tits with his large, strong hands while alternating his mouth to her other nipple went against every thought in Cordelia's head. She'd never cheated on Tyrell until three nights ago. Yet, every fiber in the rest of the married woman's body loved how Harvey turned into an animal.

Small love bites began to litter her heaving breasts. They weren't hard enough to leave a mark. Years of trial and error had taught Harvey the appropriate level to use without leaving any evidence. Of course, that was back during Harvey's bad boy days. Having cleaned up his act when dealing with taken women, Harvey was aware that he might be a little rusty. But it's like riding a bike, isn't it?

Desiring more, Harvey started kissing his way down the MILF's wondrous playground. With his hands still focused on those glorious orbs, his tongue slithered downward. A corner of Cordelia's brain registered the change. Yet, it wasn't until that same tongue stuck its tip inside her belly button that the increasingly horny wife looked down after a loud squeal. Seeing Harvey's impish smirk, Cordelia playfully slapped his head.

Never one to stop before reaching his goal, Harvey's tongue slid further down her still firm stomach. Knowing her age, he showed his appreciation for her hours of exercise by spending more time than usual on that area. Of course, that built up anticipation for the next destination. And Harvey reveled at the frustrated groan from above as he swerved to issue a long string of kisses down Cordelia's inner thighs. Jumping to the other leg, he repeated the kisses but upward.

With lips quivering, Cordelia whimpered with anticipation upon feeling Harvey's hot breath on her pussy. Unknowingly spreading her legs wider, Cordelia threw her left hand toward the bathroom counter for balance. The right hand shot down to Harvey's head for support and to act as an unnecessary guide.

A single finger--Harvey's index finger--proceeded forward. Its slight graze along Cordelia's slit caused a shivering shudder. Progressing forward and back, Harvey analyzed the level of dampness that his expedition found.

"Such a high level of moisture down here, Cordy. What were you doing in the shower?" Harvey queried with a crooked smile.

"Nothing, smartass! That is all you. Now get to work," Cordelia ordered, fully vocalizing her acceptance of cheating again.

"Not without a taste test or two," Harvey replied, unable to resist.

"Taste this."

Bending forward, Cordelia grabbed the back of Harvey's head and pulled it to meet hers. With her lips mashed passionately against his, their tongues instantly began to dance deeply inside one another's mouths. The kiss turned feverish as their tongues flicked and their lips smashed harder. Cordelia expected the forcefulness. Only when the kiss became more tender did her heart start to race from a strange discomfort.

Harvey being Harvey, that tenderness faded as swiftly as it arrived. The next stage began when his large, strong hands started to knead her curvy ass cheeks. Squeezing a solid handful, Harvey lifted Cordelia up. While not very wide, the bathroom counter held enough space for him to place her butt on it. With slight pressure, Harvey spread Cordelia's legs apart.

"We shouldn't--I shouldn't do this," the brown-haired wife stated.

You know she's right. You learned your lesson in the past, and her husband could come back at any moment. This is dangerous, the angel on Harvey's left shoulder emphasized.

The danger is what makes it so worth it. Haven't you missed this feeling? Think about the exhilaration you felt the other night with her. Besides, Cordelia isn't doing anything to shut this down. Hell, her legs are still wide and ready, the devil on Harvey's right shoulder argued.

"You need this," Harvey declared as Devil Harvey won. "A beauty such as yourself deserves to be taken care of."

"Fuck, this is so wrong..." Cordelia said, trailing off as Harvey undid his belt and unzipped his pants.

Any doubts that her words expressed ended up overshadowed as her hand reached out, wrapping around the long, thick shaft. Adding a second hand, Cordelia performed an appraisal by touch. Harvey watched with pride as she moaned while staring in awe.

"It's so big," the brunette commented, tugging the cock closer. Biting her lip, she soon added the usual concern that Harvey heard at this moment. "It's too big. I can't...it won't--"

"It will fit. You took it all the other night," Harvey reminded, which brought a deep, guttural groan from the buxom brunette.

Whether that reminder worked or she couldn't stop no matter what, Cordelia lined up the tool with her vice. The moment the head shoved inside her hot pussy, she groaned loudly in satisfaction. Throwing her head back, Cordelia moaned lustfully as she felt Harvey's personal diamond push deeper and stretch her wider than she could ever recall feeling.

The "Oh, fuck" that she had started to say grew longer and rose several octave levels as Harvey made progress. Working in and out at a gentle rate, he eventually bottomed out. That caused Cordelia to throw her head back harder, banging against the mirror while mimicking a soundless howl.

"Wonderful," Harvey praised. "Simply wonderful."

"We need to be quick," she stated, fearing the return of her husband or daughter.

"I'll try. I'm not known for quickness," Harvey teased with a wide grin. "Ready?"

Feeling absolutely stuffed, Cordelia could manage only a hissed, "Yesss!"

The first hard lunge caused her big, heavy tits to hop in the air. The second, third, and so on sent them bouncing around wildly. Loving the sight, Harvey looked into Cordelia's eyes a moment before returning them to the impressive cleavage and buried his face between those bouncing big tits. Biting her soft, firm flesh, Harvey forgot his rule about not leaving marks.

Well aware that Cordelia wasn't accustomed to the size of his dick, Harvey worked to ease her honey pot into the hard fucking about to come. Incrementally, the experienced lover began to speed up his movements as her pussy adjusted to his wide shaft, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.

With eyes burning in lust, Cordelia pulled his head away from her tits. Harvey filled her up as she'd never felt before, and she wanted more. Looking deeply into his eyes, she spoke hotly.

"Fuck me, stud," she demanded throatily. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!!!"

Fueled by her words, Harvey wasted no time pounding hard into her body. His hips drove faster and harder inside that forbidden married pussy.

Pulling his hips back as far as possible, Harvey slammed into the pussy that should belong to Tyrell Tissle as hard as he could. Keeping the pace, he jackhammered his massive dick in and out of the long-desired love hole. However, the hard fucking had somewhat expected consequences.

"Oooohhh! Can't...ugh...believe...yeesss...OWWWW!!"

Watch her head. It's banging against the mirror. Perhaps you should slow down, Angel Harvey pointed out and suggested.

Fuck that! Don't stop. Give this slut the best fucking ever and a concussion, Devil Harvey prodded.

Neither side of his conscience won the debate. Rather, Harvey yanked Cordelia closer to the edge of the counter while continuing his furious pace. That bought a little time before she would inevitably fall back into the mirror again.

"Ugh, oh, ugh, yeess. So...fu...ucking goood!" the busty brunette moaned breathlessly, running her hands through his hair and holding it for support.

Suddenly, the world began to spin for Cordelia as she started seeing stars. Part of her wondered if she had a concussion, but then she recognized the feeling of an orgasm on the verge of erupting.

"OOOHHHHAARRGHH!" she screamed as her body convulsed in wracks of pleasure.

While not stopping, Harvey slowed down his movements to stave off any potential of his own orgasm. Cordelia might wish for a quick fuck, but he wasn't ready to end what might be their final time together.

With her body sagging forward, Harvey removed himself while holding Cordelia up. Then, as she lay weakly while catching her breath, he began to plan their next round. Only once her breathing evened out, and she started to mutter, did Harvey put it into motion.

"That's the...fucking...that I've...needed," she gasped.

"You sure? Because it's time for the true Harvey Diamond experience," he boasted, unable not to be cocky.

"Wha--I can't..." Cordelia responded as he lifted her down from the counter. The prospect of fucking in the bed seemed like a good and bad idea. However, Harvey turned and bent her over the bathroom counter. "From behind?"

"We didn't finish that way the other night," Harvey reminded. Lining up his still blood-filled member, Harvey did a double-take as he saw motion out of the corner of his eye.

A wide-eyed Cheyenne stood paralyzed just outside the bathroom doorway after discovering her latest lover and her mother conjoined in an illicit round of fucking. Realizing that she'd been noticed in the entrance by Harvey, the teenager attempted to open her mouth. However, her lips felt stuck together.

This is not good, not good at all. Actually, this shit is about to blow up! Angel Harvey foresaw. Shut the door and get cleaned up. If Cordelia sees Cheyenne and puts two and two together, we might--

--get fucking lucky! Devil Harvey gleefully predicted. It's too late to put the rabbit back in the box. So let's show Cheyenne how we fuck Mommy like a bunny! And maybe she'll join in.

Not every mother and daughter is down for a threesome. We've had complications in the past, Angel Harvey reminded.

But most have crossed that line, Devil Harvey crowed.

Once again, choosing a middle ground that leaned toward his devilish side, Harvey figured the damage was done. As long as Cordy didn't notice her daughter, this could work. Smiling lustfully, Harvey met Cordelia's eyes as he reentered her.

"Fuck me! Your dick is so fucking big!" Cordelia breathed out as she felt the enormous length of solid, hard, thick cock, slide into her pussy. The intense feeling caused her to shut her eyes, which gave Harvey a different opening.

Glancing back toward the doorway, Harvey saw Cheyenne still frozen in her spot. Planning to wink at the younger version, he dropped that plan upon noticing her attention focused on the point where his cock entered her mom's cunt. Mentally shrugging, Harvey turned his attention back to the older brunette.

As Cordelia's reflection returned as his focus, Harvey noticed the pleased smile that graced her luscious lips. Well, that won't do. I want those lips open and gasping out--no, screaming out filth. So let's put on a show for Cheyenne. Devil Harvey's cheer drowned out Angel Harvey's protest.

"You like this dick, Cordy?"

Bent down, face forward on the countertop, Cordelia merely mewled a response as her eyes fluttered open and shut. That wouldn't do for the show that Harvey wanted to perform.

"Do you like this cock, Cordelia?" he repeated, slamming himself in hard.

"Fuck, I love your big cock!"

The familiar scream and words brought her daughter back to another time. Cheyenne recalled screaming those exact words while bent over the edge of the hot tub. She also remembered staring at the semi-reflective windows that enclosed the lower sunroom. Although her fucking with Harvey had been late at night, the teen knew that not everyone was likely asleep. Did anyone catch us fucking? Did they stay to watch? Strangely, that potential discovery didn't worry her. Instead, the teen felt pride that she'd fucked such a well-desired man. Yet, that pride faltered as she wondered if Harvey preferred her mom.

"It's the best!" Those words snapped Cordelia out of her daze.

"Is it better than Tyrell's?" Harvey questioned, smiling wickedly at Cheyenne as he asked her mother.

"Fuuuccckkkk! Sooo much bettteerrrr!" Cordelia moaned as Harvey increased the pace of his pistoning again. He'd kept her off-balance with long, slow strokes interspersed with short, rapid penetrations.

Harvey stared in the mirror as the married woman's gorgeous face twisted into various shapes from the intense pleasures that he gave her. He loved watching her hot body as those huge tits bounced around violently as his steel pipe continued to piston forcefully into her body. The seasoned seducer also relished the unknown presence of Cheyenne off to his side. While his angelic side warned of consequences, Harvey doubted they would come from the daughter. She already had plenty of time to display any horror at her mother's cheating. Knowing that they were close, Harvey suspected that Cheyenne understood her mother's carnal cravings.

"Is...is my cock bigger, Cordy?' Harvey asked, despite knowing the truth. It was Cheyenne who needed to hear.

Harvey thought Cordelia nodded, but it was hard to tell with the way her head bobbed from his thrusts. Now that won't do. Not only had the nod been quick, but it had also been out of Cheyenne's view.

"Tell me!"

Grabbing her tits under her roughly, Harvey pounded her harder from behind. Unfortunately, he miscalculated as Cordy screamed in lust instead. Watching those big tits jolt around, Harvey momentarily forgot about his question.

"Ohhhhhh!" Cordelia moaned as Harvey's fingers pinched her nipples before moving to dig into those heaving breasts. The rough treatment squished her flesh, leaving red marks.

Savoring the sensational feeling of getting stuffed full of his thick, hard cock, Cordelia couldn't care less at the moment about any leftover marks. It's not as if she and Tyrell could have sex later tonight. Even he would notice that her pussy felt looser. Instead, she might need to shut him up with a blowjob unless she could get him drunk enough to pass out.

Recalling his question, Harvey asked again," Is my cock bigger?"

Honestly, Cordelia tried to respond. However, she couldn't verbally answer with Harvey's rod spearing in and out nonstop.

"It's rude not to answer, Cordy," Harvey angrily pointed out after waiting an appropriate amount of time. "I know you're a naughty, cheating wife, but being rude won't do."

Don't touch the hair. She just had it styled, Angel Harvey screamed before he could grab a handful of said hair. Devil Harvey growled to just do it, but instead, he shifted his hand in the opposite direction.

SLAP

"Rude girls get punished, Cordy!" Harvey barked harshly after slapping her ass.

Glancing quickly to the side, he saw Cheyenne's hand busy at work. One groped a breast over her dress while the other appeared lost. With such a long gown, the teenager couldn't take care of her needy kitty.

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"Did you hear me? You're a bad girl, Cordy. Fucking another man makes you a slut. Are you a slut?"

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"Yes, yes! Your cock is, ugh, bigger than Ty's. Ohhh, it's not even, yeesss, close!"

"And?"

"Slut! Aargh! I'm a slut, ugh, for YOU!!!"

Harvey could only imagine how this scene looked from Cheyenne's side. Her mother bent over, hanging onto the sink taps for dear life while screaming filth. A man other than her father had his thick cock buried inside her while fucking her towards another orgasm. The same man who gave her multiple orgasms just three nights ago.

The poor girl is going to be scarred for life. We so screwed up, Angel Harvey groaned guiltily.

Fuck that! Cheyenne's no angel. We learned that the other night. If anything, this is a good lesson for her. Never marry a man that can't keep you satisfied, Devil Harvey proclaimed proudly.

Staring into the mirror, Harvey and Cordelia's eyes locked on each other. Feeling the blaze in her pussy, the brunette knew another orgasm approached. Everything about this illicit fucking sent bolts of fire and electricity throughout her body. Cordelia only hoped that it came from Harv's cock and skills and not from the thrill of cheating.

With an iron grip on her waist, Harvey rammed into married MILF relentlessly and with such power that her big tits threatened to slap Cordelia in the face. The pleasure that coursed through her body proved so intense that she could barely breathe or hold herself up.

"Fuck," Harvey gasped, feeling the inevitable eruption. "Here it comes!"

The fabulous feeling of the thick cockhead buried deeply inside lit the fuse on Cordelia's own countdown. Almost in slow motion, she felt that cock expand and explode. Load after huge load of thick, potent cum blasted deep into her pussy, triggering a series of tiny orgasms that ripped through her body as Harvey emptied his balls deep into her womb.

Finally, Cordelia keened, emitting an ear-piercing cry as the most intense orgasm of her life overtook her body. Exhausted, Harvey sagged forward, wrapping one arm under his lover to keep her upright. Remembering their spectator, Harvey turned the head that leaned on Cordelia's back only to see that her daughter had vanished.

"Great. Now I need to clean up again," Cordelia remarked after recovering enough to speak.

"You're welcome," Harvey replied. Then, lifting himself off her back, he met Cordelia's eyes in the mirror with a big ol' grin.

"You're incorrigible," she said with a smirk before issuing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I seem to get told that a lot lately."

"And you better skedaddle before we get caught. Shit, if anyone even walked inside the suite, they would've heard us," Cordelia said. Frowning, she turned and glanced into the bedroom.

"Lucky us," Harvey replied, although part of him wanted to reveal Cheyenne's presence.

"Lucky me. I needed that, but not at the risk of Tyrell finding out."

"You deserve a man who will give you that all the time," Harvey stated, walking toward the bathroom doorway. "One that will treat you as the sole person whose respect and admiration he needs, not those of others."

"Are you offering?" Cordelia felt the need to ask, despite knowing the answer.

"Monogamy and marriage are my kryptonite," Harvey declared with a sad smile. "I'm damaged goods. Find a man better than me."

Before Cordelia could respond, Harvey closed the door. Gathering his wits, he swiftly searched the suite for Cheyenne. She wasn't in the sitting area or the other bedroom. It appeared that she'd left for good this time.

We need to talk to her. What if Cheyenne went to tell her father? Or if she makes a scene downstairs? Angel Harvey fretted.

She ain't doing that. Cheyenne's a little slut learning her true nature. She won't say a word except to line up our next fuck with her. We don't need to find her, she'll find--Wait! Let's go find her. Somebody needs to clean the mess that Mommy made. Who better than the junior version?

Harvey ignored his angelic and devilish sides. It wasn't hard as Angel Harvey ended up tacking Devil Harvey off his shoulder.