I grip her hips bruisingly, pulling back and slamming her into me taking her breath away as she cums, and I pound her through it. Once she sags, I pull out and fire streams of hot cum all over her back, and she gasps out at the contact. She collapses against the bed, and I flop onto her back, kissing the marks I’ve left on her neck. Turns out she has a thing for seeing my fingerprints on her skin. After a few minutes, I roll off.
“Don’t go.”
“I’m just gonna run you a bath.”
“Will you stay?”
“If you want.”
“Yeah, I want.”
I smile. I don’t want to go home because it’s not home without her, but I don’t want to be needy and keep asking to stay. I run the bath, and Shelley comes in looking dishevelled but relaxed, that bliss fucked look she wears so well as she steps into the bath. I slide in the other end, take her foot in my hands, and start massaging again as she flops her head back.
“Fuck, I love… erm that.” She tries to save herself, and I smile a little but ignore the elephant in the room, who is about to tell me she loves me. Firstly, it’s early days. Secondly, she’s only saying it as she’s in that blissed-out sex haze that I leave her in, and thirdly, I am not ready to hear it.
“Glad you like it. So, what’s got you so tightly wound today.”
“Ugh…” She groans. “Shootout in a supermarket car park.”
“A shootout, shit, what happened.” I rub a little harder. “Was anyone hurt?”
“Two dead, one in the hospital, looked professional.”
“How does a shootout look professional?”
“The double-tap between the eyes and the range they were shooting from, according to witnesses. No average Joe would be able to shoot that well and on target. There was a car chase, and that’s how we caught the third guy. He crashed; he was shot in the shoulder.”
“So, was there anyone else involved?”
“Yeah, one disappeared. We’re trying to track the car, but we lost them in one of the little villages, and nothing has happened since.”
“So, you have a description of the shooter then.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, you’d think so, but everyone saw something different: he was tall, he was short, he was fat, he was thin, he was Black, he was white, one even claims it was a woman.” She shakes her head. “The only thing they agreed on was they were wearing dark clothes and dark glasses. Everything else, who the fuck knows at this point.”
“What about security footage?”
“Turns out the footage from inside and out was scrambled at the time. There’s nothing for thirty minutes on either side of it all.” I blow out a breath in relief.
“I know. Frustrating, right?”
“I don’t know how you do it. That’s too much excitement for me just hearing about it.” She chuckles, pulling her foot out of my grip and leaning forward,sliding up my body and kissing me. She rubs against me and licks across my mouth before flicking her tongue in and kissing me like I hung the moon.
“You’re a lover, not a fighter. Stick with what you’re exceptional at.”
“Exceptional, huh.”
“Fuck yeah.” She slides her hand down between us and slips her hand around my hard dick before sliding it between her lips, then rocking her hips till I slip inside her. I shudder and groan.
“If I was that good, you’d be satisfied.” I wink as she rocks herself slowly back and forth around my cock.
“Oh, believe me, I’m more than satisfied. It’s an addiction at this point. it’s a disease, really.” She groans as her clit rubs against me.
“Ah, a disease. Don’t they say you shouldn’t feed an addiction, though?”
“I have an ad-dick-tion, not anaddiction.There’s a difference.”
“That’s literally the same thing.”
