His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and he shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. But know this, if they’d upped their payment, she’d be dead by now.”
He kisses her on both cheeks, shakes my hand, and when he heads out the door, my breath whooshes out. I have dealt with many dangerous men, and I consider myself high up on the list, but this guy is over the top.
Sam bites her lower lip. “Damn. We need to find Chrissy so we can focus on the ‘Case of the Hooker Who Knew Too Much.’
“I agree.” Locking the door, I whisper into her ear. “But right after we fuck.”
“No time.” She glances at the red digits on the stove.
“Oh, honey-pie, was that a challenge?” After shutting off the burner, I tug her shirt over her head, and back her toward the bedroom door.
“We need to get to work.” She wraps her legs around my waist and as her lips lock on mine, she struggles with my belt buckle.
My cock hardens while she frees me and circles her fingers around my length. Hissing, I drop with her to the mattress, straddle her, and tug off her jeans. She bounces up lightning fast, unbuttons my shirt, tugs it off, and kisses down my chest. When she reaches my waistband, she pulls my pants down to my thighs. My willie bops her on the nose, and she takes it in her mouth.
“Babe.” For a moment, I’m gobsmacked, unable to think because all the blood has rushed from my brain to my southern region.
If I don’t want things to end before getting started, I need her to slow down a mite. Using an index finger, I release her suction, and lift her to her knees, facing me.
My hands skim the soft surface of her back and cup her rear end. As I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, her hands rise to my neck. nails digging in.
The thing about having a wife is they know where your erotic zones are, and my babe uses them to drive me wild.
I turn her over, slap her ass lightly, and kiss it. From behind, I caress her gorgeous chest until she spreads her legs. Then, I slide my thickness against her wet, swollen clit.
“Now, tough guy.” Glancing over her shoulder, she presses back, but I want her begging.
We may be equal partners but, in this moment, I take the lead. Slowing it down, I roll her onto her back, kiss down her belly, and lick her heavenly honey.
“Oh God.” Gripping the comforter, she opens wide, her lower lips glistening.
My tongue circles her nub, and she arches. Her body taut, I stop and blow, loving how she swells even further.
When I glance up, she’s staring down her body, eyes watering, breathing heavily. “Please.”
I insert a finger, suck, and even though she bites down on the pillow, the moan echoes through our apartment.
A need to share her orgasm overtakes me. I climb up her body and plunge into her twitching muscles. Pistoning, I take her to the next level. Then, I pull out, place her on her hands and knees. With my hand pressing down on her lower back and my fingers playing her clit, I thrust.
By now, my movements aren’t my own. Nature takes over. Mindlessly we connect until nothing exists but a craving for a high, almost within reach.
“Sebs, oh God…” She comes, my vision blurs, my balls tighten, and I fucking explode inside her.
Totally drained, I collapse on top of her. After regaining consciousness, I nibble her ear. “How about we go find Chrissy.”
“No can do. Call nine-one-one. Report a woman died by sex.”
Chuckling, I pull out, grab a washcloth, wet it, and clean my liquid off her thighs. “You’re still alive. Pretty damn sure of it.”
I kiss her mound and she moans. “Gah, all my brains cells have misfired. I can’t possibly think.”
“I’ll drive, then.” As I slip into my pants and button my shirt, she starts to move.
“You turned me into a slug.”
A laugh busts out of me. “You are, by far, the prettiest slimy bug I’ve ever fucked. I’ll warm up the car and wait out front.”
Grabbing my winter jacket, I pull up the hood, trot down the stairs, walk between the buildings, and jog to my car. The steady rain makes me think of the missing teen and I hope she found shelter.
