413 Cherry Street

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You’ve done more than you could possibly know. You were born as the perfect match for me.”

I swallow hard as I glance over at him. His intense brown eyes are focused on the road, his thick forearm flexed as he grips the wheel while taking us around a turn. My pussy pulses as it remembers how it felt to have his mouth down there.

His hot tongue on me, in me, his strong hands gripping me, his warm breath teasing me, his hard cock torturing me. I wanted him so badly. I’ve held off as a virgin for twenty-one years and after twenty-one seconds with him, I wanted him to take it all.

He made me cum twice. Once with his mouth and once with his cock. I kept cumming and cumming as he covered my throbbing pussy with his hot seed. It felt incredible. It still does.

Knowing his mark is on me makes me feel connected to him. I look up at him and wonder what he’s thinking. I want to know everything about him.

“I really didn’t do it,” I tell him as he drives down the dark street. The streetlights are on and the stores are lit up, but there’s hardly anyone on the sidewalks.

“I know.”

“Do you think the judge is going to believe me?”

He looks at me and that intense gaze sends a warm shiver racing through me. “I’m going to take care of it. I promise.”

“I can’t go to jail,” I say as I feel a tremor of fear. “I can’t.”

“You won’t.” The fierceness in his reply gives me the hope I need. “You won’t ever go back to that place, Hazel. You’re mine now and I’m going to protect you.”

I love it when he says that I’m his. It’s how I feel. It’s how I want us to be.

We chat about the case on the way to his house. I didn’t even try to argue with him to bring me back to my apartment. I could tell that was a losing battle and one that I didn’t want to fight. I want to continue where we left off at the police station. I want to do everything he refused to do back there. I want to be in his bed with his cock planted deep inside me.

It’s hard to focus on words when my mind keeps going to these dirty places. I glance over at his lap and lick my lips when I see the long hard outline of his cock.

My hands are free now. I can do anything I want.

Before I can stop it, my hand creeps over to his knee and slides up his thigh.

Liam lets out a deep heavy exhale as I run my fingers then palm over his thick erection.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says, although he’s looking like he doesn’t want me to stop. “That’s not why I freed you.”

“I want to,” I whisper as I glide my hand back and forth along his meaty shaft, drawing deep moans from him. “I would have done it back at the police station, but you know… handcuffs.”

He shifts in his seat as I reach for his leather belt. I pull back the buckle and get it free. My mouth is watering as I unbutton, unzip, and then reach in his for his huge cock.

Liam groans when I wrap my tingling fingers around it. It’s so thick. Big and powerful and dripping with sticky pre-cum.

He tugs his pants down as I pull it out.

Holy shit…

It’s a massive cock. It’s standing straight up. Rock hard and throbbing in my hand. A drop of pre-cum oozes out of the tiny slit at the top and runs down his beautiful shaft. My pussy pulses when the cum runs over my fingers.

Liam watches with hungry eyes as I release him and bring my fingers to my mouth. He sucks in a lustful breath as I lick his cum off my skin, drinking him down like he drank me down. He tastes so good. I want more.

I pull out my seatbelt and bend over so my face is inches from his cock.

His hand slides into my hair as I open up wide and take him in. My body is shaking with nervous excitement as I take this alpha of a man’s huge dick into my mouth and start sucking it.

He guides my head up and down as he drives, moaning and grunting as I squeeze my lips around his shaft. I drag my tongue up his hot skin, loving the feeling of having this powerful man’s cock in my mouth. And loving it even more that it’s Liam.

That spark I was always waiting for… the strike of lighting from meeting your soulmate happened when I first saw him.

He charged into the room with a possessive look in his eyes and I knew. I knew it was him.