“You haven’t had a cock in your mouth, have you, my baby?”
“No,” she told him as he drew out.
“Then I get to teach you just what I like. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to find you. But the more time I spend with you, the more I realize that I wasn’t living. I was surviving. Your laughter, your sweet touches, your shy looks. Christ, it’s almost more than I can stand.”
As he spoke, he continued to thrust into her mouth, giving her more and more of his cock. She sucked as he pulled out.
“That’s it, baby. Suck on my cock. Show me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you? You want it inside your pussy.”
She moaned her agreement as he thrust in deeper. She drove her mouth forward, gagging slightly as she took him deeper than she was comfortable with. Immediately, he drew out and gave her a concerned look.
“Easy, baby. You’re to let me set the pace, understand? Or you won’t be allowed my cock.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted more of you.”
“And I don’t want you hurting yourself. We take this slow.”
There he was again.
She let him set the pace and depth again. Sucking on him, licking him when she could but letting him control it.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Your mouth is so good. Too good. It’s going to have me coming far too quickly. Reach up with one hand and cup my balls. That’s it. Gentle. Yes. Yes. I’m going to give you more. Just relax. That’s it.”
He pushed more of him inside her and she relaxed her throat, humming in pleasure. He let out a shout. “Do that again. Yes. Hell. I’m going to come, baby. Do you want me to pull out?”
She shook her head as much as she could.
“Sure? Baby, you were made for me. You’re going to drink me down, aren’t you? That’s it. Swallow me down. Good girl.”
He gave several fast thrusts then came in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, the taste was different yet not entirely unpleasant. She knew she could get addicted to this, though, the look of pleasure, the way all tension had drained out of him made her feel a sense of pride.
Then he picked her up under the arms and set her back on the bed before kneeling between her legs. “My turn.”
Well, who was she to say no?
30
“Ed, that woman from the spa is demanding to see you,” Kiesha stated from the doorway, a frown on her face.
For a moment he thought she meant Marisol and his heart skipped a beat. But of course she didn’t mean Marisol. She wouldn’t be frowning if she did. And he needed to get over this interest in the dark-haired, curvy beauty. She was Linc’s.
“Do you mean Rosalind? Marisol’s aunt?”
Kiesha snapped her gum and he gave her a disapproving look. She knew he didn’t like her chewing that crap at work. She just stared back at him calmly. They’d known each other too long for him to intimidate her much.
“Yeah, she’s a real peach.”
Ed grimaced. He should have left an hour ago. Right now he could be in his hot tub with a bottle of cold beer. Instead, he was about to deal with a viper. “Fine. Christ. Send her in.”
He stood as Rosalind walked in. She was wearing a pair of jeans so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. He grimaced. A blood red see-through shirt displayed her black, lacy bra. And she topped everything off with red stilettos and a black handbag. Currently, she was wiping at her eyes with a tissue.
He raised his eyebrows at the sight. He wondered at the crocodile tears. Any other woman came crying into his office and he’d be all over himself trying to calm her down. Crying women were his kryptonite. But he could smell a rat straight off with this woman.
“Ms. Perez. What can I do for you?”
He sat back and she gave him a startled look. Anger filled her face for just a few seconds. If he hadn’t been watching carefully, he’d likely have missed it.
“Sheriff, I’ve come to report a missing person.”