Sneak Peak: Going Deep
Blurb
I’m an undercover cop, so getting down and dirty with the scum of the earth is something I’m not afraid to do. I’m also a bad boy at heart, with or without the badge and gun. And women love getting under the covers with a bad boy, especially when they feel what I’m packing in my jeans…
I’m more than willing to bend the rules if it means I get to nail the bad guy, and maybe nail some bad girls along the way. It’s all part of the job. And I do my job very well.
I’m dead set on taking down the South Side Gang. This undercover bouncer gig got me in the door and now I’ve got Richie Silvestri in my sights. All I gotta do is wait, watch, listen, then make my move. It should be just another day in the life of Detective Danny O’Shea.
Then she comes along: Hannah Silvestri, Richie’s little sister, the finest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time. Hannah is smoking hot, with a mouth to match. She’s sassy and smart, and all I can think about is burying myself between her thighs.
But Hannah is one tough nut to crack. It’s going to take more than my macho BS and bad boy charm to get those legs spread. But I’ll keep working her, cause that’s what I do. And soon I’ll sink into that hot flesh, and when I do, the whole South Side will explode in flames.
Chapter One: Detective Daniel Dutton
Sometimes it was hard being an undercover cop.
Sometimes it was harder than others.
Like now, for instance.
It was hard as a rock.
“Jesus, you’re good at that,” I sighed, sucking the night air in quickly through my gritted teeth. My head clunked back against the dirty brick wall I was leaning against. I barely felt it because all the sensation in my body had pooled in my cock. The girl’s tongue was hot and wet, hotter than the sweltering night air. It slid over my salty flesh like warm butter.
I felt like I was melting, she was that good. My knees felt like they might dissolve, just puddle onto the ground, leaving my body to flounder in the cesspool of stink and rot and filth that filled this back alley.
The thumping bass of the music inside the dive bar matched the pounding of my heart as the girl—what was her name again?—sucked the head of my cock, teasing and tasting my sweaty flesh like a refreshing Popsicle. Even the sounds she made had me thinking of yummy summer treats.
Devouring slices of watermelon.
Sucking a straw full of thirst-quenching lem
onade.
Licking at those snow cones I used to get as a kid.
A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face, and as I wiped it away, she gulped my cock all the way down her throat. I lost all thought after that. I ignored the snickers from some partiers passing the alley. I forgot about the scrape of my head against the brick. I stopped caring about the mosquitos buzzing around my face. My cock was held in a warm vise, being massaged and caressed by the smooth column of her throat and tongue, drawing out drops of precum, which she eagerly swallowed.
That tiny movement made me grit my teeth. The sensation was too good to give up. I refused to come. My greedy cock wanted more.
Danny O’Shea, underworld bad boy, had a reputation to uphold in this shitty town. There was no way I was gonna blow my load this quick, not knowing that this dame would spread the news of our encounter like wildfire, either furthering my reputation of a bad boy with a big cock or as a shit head who couldn’t hold back his cum for more than five minutes.
I lived and died by my reputation, my legend, the other cops called it.
There was no way one amazing blowjob was going to ruin that.
I slid my fingers through her sweaty blonde hair and pulled her closer, ramming my cock even farther into the tight recesses of her mouth. She responded by clutching my ass and clinging tighter, trying to take every inch, and that did it.
My body tensed then shuddered and I couldn’t help but moan. I erupted like a kinked firehose that had been twisted free, shooting so much cum down her throat I couldn’t imagine how she swallowed it all. My cock jerked and lunged to the beat of the music coming through the open door, but that didn’t stop this girl. She kept on sucking and licking, her mouth a siphon, drawing out every drop I had in my body until I had nothing more to give.
She released my cock with a little pop from her lips. I glanced down to see some drops of cum glistening at the corner her mouth. Without hesitation, she wiped her lips with one finger and stuck it into her mouth with a smile.
I let go of her shoulders, then stepped back to run my hands through my hair, pushing the sweat back through the long locks, plastering it to my head. A cool shower was in order, but of course that wasn’t on my agenda tonight. At least not yet. For now, I had other plans.
“I think I owe you a drink,” I said as I glanced down at her. Her hand was still holding my now withering cock. She was caressing it lovingly.
“Just a drink?” she asked coyly, gazing up with luminous green eyes that practically glowed in the sputtering light above the door. Her fake eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. “Aren’t you gonna let me ride that big thing tonight, Danny?” She pulled my cock to its full flaccid length. It twitched in response.