Sam strokes my hair and smiles at me. “Just do what feels natural, MacKenzie. I’ll tell you if something isn’t right.”
I nod and look back at his penis. “It’s so big,” I whisper. He chuckles, and his penis bounces towards me. I wrap my hand around him and move it up and down his shaft like he did last night. He groans, and that encourages me and gives me a boost of self-confidence about what I’m doing.
I lick the tip of his penis where there are a few drops of liquid. When he moans, I begin to feel more confident. I lick again while still using my hand on him, from base to tip once, twice, three times.
“You’re a natural, baby. Don’t stop,” he groans.
I look up at his face. “You like?”
He laughs and then winces when I put the tip of him in my mouth and suck him like a lollipop.
“Amazing,” he hisses as I start to get into it. His noises and his hands in my hair both urge me to continue what I’m doing. He’s stopping himself from using his hand to control me, only applying slight pressure on the back of my head. He seems to be fighting his natural urge to control and letting me explore andlearn while I suck him off.Next time you can get all alpha male, baby. For a second I panic, wondering if there willbeanother time. Ignoring that disturbing thought, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I only make it about halfway down, sucking as I pull back upward.
“Oh, hell, Mac….”
I do it again and again. His hand takes a firmer hold on my head, mutely encouraging me. He likes this part. I’m still pumping the base of his penis. With my other hand, I touch his balls. They’re tightening up.
“MacKenzie. Stop. I’m gonna come.”
Funny man—he says stop, but his hand is still on my head, holding me steady. I laugh a little. It feels like I’m vibrating onto him.
“Oh, yeah,” he roars as he starts to come. My first instinct is to pull away, but I’ll stay put. In my books, the ladies love to, um, swallow.
He comes for what seems like an hour. When he lets go of my head, I pull away from him until he’s all the way out. He chuckles weakly at my face. “Don’t like the taste, babe?”
I grab a tissue from my bedside table and wipe my mouth and spit into it. “It was okay, but I admit I would much rather have Mama Mabel’s mac and cheese.” I shrug and smile. “I was really good at that, wasn’t I?” I gave him another smile—this one was cockily proud.
I honestly haven’t had enough sexual experience to consider myself good at it, but I like the thought of being a sexy, confident woman. It’s just a thought though; I’m not really sexyorconfident. I smile again, because I do kinda feel sexy and confident.
Sam chuckles and lightly runs his finger down my face. “It was unbelievable.” He grins and his eyes twinkle. He leans down and kisses me lightly. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispersinto my ear, “You were very naughty. You’re my naughty little angel.” He bites my earlobe. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
I shiver for a second, but I roll my eyes, ignoring the hot rush his dirty words give me. He kissed my cheek again and something dawns on me. “Oh shoot, I forgot to tell the police about the graffiti.”
“What graffiti?” Sam frowns at me.
Crap, I never told him about the graffiti, either. I look away. “Well, um, er, the other day…. Well, someone spray-painted something on my house.”
“Really?” His eyes narrow slightly. “What was it?” His voice is deep and ominous, giving me a little shiver.
“Oh, nothing major.” I wave my hand a bit, but look away from him again.
“MacKenzie. Spit it out.”
“That’s what she said. Tee hee?” The joke falls flat as I look into his eyes. I clear my throat a little and take a deep breath. “It was just one word: slut.”
“Someone spray-painted the wordslut on your house?”
“Yeah.”
I can tell by his flexing jaw that he’s trying to remain calm. “Okay. I want you to tell my detective buddy with the Chicago PD about this, okay? And after you talk to him, I’ve got questions for you, too.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Sure. Of course I’ll talk to him, but let me get dressed first. I can’t talk to him while I’m naked—that would feel weird.” I grab my discarded panties, some leggings, and a T-shirt. I slip them on as Sam waits impatiently.
When I’m dressed, I smile at him. Sam hits a button on his phone and waits. “Hank? It’s Sam Stone. Got a minute?” He’s all business as he describes what has happened here with the graffiti and the break-in this week. “Okay. Yeah, hang on.”
He hands me the phone. “This is Detective Hank Flynn. Kent’s partner.”
“Um, hello, Detective?”
