“You call that begging, angel?” He drags his tongue against my slit, my back arching with lust.
“Fuck, Keola please,” I reach down with one of my hands inching close to my clit, if he won’t I will. He leans forward nipping at my fingers.
“I’ll give you what you want. But you have to beg. Then,” he says, dragging his tongue again, “I’ll let you come and then later I’ll sink my cock into this tight pussy.”
He knows exactly what to say to give me what I want.
I nod, pouting for him to return to his tantalizing pace.
Nipping, sucking, and even fucking me with his tongue.
I’m on the edge, and the man wants to hear begging.
“Please,” I start. He shakes his head, continuing his pace.
“Please. Please.” I whimper, bucking up against him. It isn’t until he slips two fingers, curling them with every pump. My legs fight to close around him, but he’s strong enough to hold me down.
“Get out of your head. Erase all the worries, be here, right here with me,” he mutters, continuing his punishing pace.
“Tell me something you know I want to hear,” he mumbles against my pussy, the sloping mess I’m making is erotic. By now his fingers still pump into me as he sucks hard on my clit making my head thrash against the pillows. Every moan and whimper belongs to him.
“That’s my girl, give me what I want.”
My brain, through the hazy lust, finally puts together what he wants.
“Please let me come. I’m yours,” I repeat again and again, the neediness in my voice finally gives him what he wants to hear. Keola thrusts harder and harder until my body quakes with the shocks of a ripping orgasm.
It continues to rip through me as he says, “That it’s. Soak my fingers.” At his command, I did. And later I would soak his dick in more ways than one.
He’s unleashed that angel that just wanted to fly high.
The weight of his body covers mine, and all I want to do is reach down below and have my own fun, but he swats my hand away.
“Later, angel. We have a meeting to go to. He’s awake,” he plants a kiss on my lips and lifts off of me helping to my feet.
Chest to chest, he trails his fingers along my back, going lower and lower. He leans over, firmly grips my ass. “If I had more time with you, I’d have this.”
Two can play at that game.
“And if I had time with you,” I roam my hand down his chest towards the bulge that is pressing against his pants, my hand slightly pressing as well, “I’d have this.” I grip him, and he releases a growl from deep in his core.
“Savage little thing aren’t you?” he says, moving away before we could be a puddle mess on the floor.
Moments later, with my hair tossed in a bun, we surround the table in church. Cedric stays close to me. Finn is distracted currently with one of the old ladies, I didn’t catch her name but there was a twinkle in her that just shines.
Cedric isn’t still back to his health but it’s an improvement. His eyes aren’t red and straining. The food and sleep helped. His body is the shell of the person I know.
Rawlings clears his throat, “Alright let’s begin. We got the kid back. Now we move on,” he turns his focus on Cedric, “Time to spill the story.”
Every officer waiting for him to tell the story and prove his innocence, the same one that I know. Tessa sits across the table as well, waiting. I just hope that she sees the light through this darkness, because without her support, I’m alone in defending him.
I grip his hand, the nervousness in his eyes. I can’t help but think that he was once the small teen boy that wanted something better for himself. There’s a small look of defeat in his body language. I can only imagine he feels that I’m still disappointed, furious at him.
He looks around, with a sigh, he starts his tale, “Obviously, I was recruited by the Falcons.”
“That much we know,” Rawlings growls, I shoot off a stern look.
“They approached me, man. I don’t know how they knew where I was, but they found me,” he raises his voice. “I was getting out of class and the man was sitting in the parking lot, waiting for me by his bike. Told me they had a proposition, something they encouraged me that I couldn’t turn down.” The strain in his voice as he continues sinks in my soul.
