She moaned loudly, her ass slapping against me, as I began to thrust into her. I fucked her hard and rough, using all my strength to press deep into her. She rode me back, working her hips, slamming back down onto my hard cock.
She slipped down onto her knees, pressing me back flat. Her hips began to work in circles, riding and working. I let her set the pace, matching her rhythm with my thrusts.
I could see it was coming. I could feel it in her body. Her eyes shut as I fucked her, feeling her tits and ass.
And then she started to come. She said nothing, only moaned loudly. She couldn’t ride anymore, so I continued thrusting, fucking her through the orgasm, pushing her over the edge and deep into it.
I watched her body convulse, her muscles tense and relax. Her mouth hung open, a half smile, an expression of pure ecstasy.
“Oh fucking fuck,” she said as it finally finished. “Holy shit.”
I laughed, holding her tight against me. “Yeah?”
“Fuck.”
I grinned wickedly and pulled out, pushing her away. I got her onto all fours, making her gasp.
“You want me to be nice?” I said.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I want you to come in this pussy.”
I smirked. “Yes, ma’am.”
I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep between her legs. I slapped her ass, fucking her rough.
Her body drove me insane. Nothing else mattered as I fucked her. All of my problems, my lies, the pain, and the nightmares of the last year melted away as I fucked her tight pussy. She moaned and worked her hips, encouraging me, wanting me to come inside her.
And I wanted it badly. I wanted to fill her with my hot cum, to make her mine. Because as I fucked her, our bodies sweating and one, I knew that I was always going to want her to be mine.
The orgasm hit me hard. I came liquid fire deep inside her. She said my name, over and over as I thrust and pumped inside her.
That was what I needed. I wanted her to say my name, again and again.
We collapsed together onto the bed, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before I spread her legs open and made her mine again.
Whatever else happened, it almost didn’t matter.
The night of sweaty sex still buzzed through my skull as I drove to my office the next morning.
We never even heard our parents come home. Fortunately, the house was big as hell, so they never noticed that we were sequestered in our own little room, exploring each other for hours on end.
She was insatiable and so was I. Nothing felt better than fucking over and over until you hit your absolute limit of exhaustion. Spent and satisfied, we fell into a deep, deep sleep.
It had been a long time since I’d felt that way about someone. I’d been with other girls in the meantime, but they were always a one-night thing. I’d fuck them and then move on to the next thing. My demons never let me slow down, not even for a second. If I thought about settling, the nightmares would come back.
Which was why I was always on the move, drinking to forget. That worked for a while, but it wasn’t a permanent solution and never could be.
Catching this killer, and maybe being with Laney, could be my solution.
I was tired of weakness, tired of emotion. I wanted to hunt down this bastard with a single-minded devotion, and I wanted Laney there by my side.
Feeling decent for the first time in a while, I parked out front of my office and stepped out of my car.
Instantly, a strange feeling washed over me. I couldn’t tell if it was just a strange coincidence or if it was from years of FBI training, but I suddenly felt like someone was watching me.
I glanced around, but there was nobody even close to me.
Shaking my head, I went inside.
As I moved down the hallway, the feeling didn’t go away. As I approached my door, I felt almost dizzy with it.
I put my hand on the knob. The door swung open.
I stepped back. I had locked the door when we’d left. I reached into my pants and pulled out my gun, gently cocking the slide back. Pressing myself against the door, I quickly pushed into the office, gun held out.
It was trashed. Papers were strewn everywhere, the cabinets were all pushed over, and even the heavy wooden desk was tipped forward.
I moved through the space, careful to check my corners, relying on my training. I swept the whole apartment, room after room, and found nobody.
But the place was a fucking wreck. Whoever had broken in had tossed the place over so thoroughly that I couldn’t even find my whisky bottle. At first glance I couldn’t tell what was missing, but it had to be a lot of stuff.
I had come back to grab some important documents, but I could see that was probably useless. Instead, I checked on the photographs in the bathroom.
Most of them were there. I picked through a few I might need, stashing them in my bag. I had a nagging feeling that something was missing, but I couldn’t tell.