“You look so fucking hot like this,” I grunted through clenched teeth
“God, Dec,” she cried, looking down to watch my cock spear into her. “I need to come.”
Licking my thumb, I placed it on her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her body responded, a red flush creeping up her chest, her breathing growing ragged and shallow as her mouth fell open. Veronica slammed her hips toward me, taking my cock even deeper as she came, clamping down on my cock like a vise.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “Come for me.”
“Oh my god!”she screamed, her face red with exertion.
My climax built quickly, urged on by the sight of her in carnal bliss. Gripping her hips, I yanked her toward me as I pounded into her, until finally, in an explosive release, I came. My cock spasmed, sending waves of pleasure through me. I grunted, unable to form words as I continued to move within her, slowing until I collapsed forward, my lips crashing against hers.
Veronica ran her fingers through my hair, kissing me back.
We lay like that, both breathing heavily, quiet in our post-coital bliss, but Veronica grew even more silent than to be expected. Her body tensed, and I finally lifted my head to look at her face.
“What’s wrong?” I said, pushing myself up to look at her.
Her eyes were red with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Fear surged through me. Had I been too rough? Had I hurt her or made her uncomfortable? I sat up and gathered her in my arms.
“Did I?—”
“It’s not you,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t get it out of my head. That’s all.”
“Get what out?”
“What might be happening to Wendy. After I saw that girl in The Shadow Streets, I… I wondered if she was being hurt or tortured.”
I held her as she sobbed, letting her get it all out. After a while, she seemed to come back under control and wiped her eyes.
“Oh,god,” she muttered. “This is so embarrassing.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s natural.”
“Natural to sob after a really hot guy has fucked your brains out?” she asked.
“Well…yeah. Sometimes. Depends on how good or bad the dick is, I guess.”
She burst out laughing, a melody I’d grown to enjoy.
“Thanks,” she said. “I needed that.”
“Tell me about Wendy. What kind of person was she? What jokes did she tell? Her favorite foods? All of it. It’ll help.”
Veronica snuggled close to my side. “You’re a really amazing person, you know that?”
“There’s nothing special about me,” I said.
“You’re wrong about that,” she said, but she launched into her story of how she got to know Wendy and all the eccentricities that made the child unique.
17
DECLAN
“Can you hear me through this thing?” I whispered as I stood in line.
