Headlights appear in the distance. What if it’s Henry? Why the fuck would it be Henry? Guilt creeps through me. Logic reminds me that he cheated on her. She deserves a man who will treat her right. And once I fill her pussy with my cum, I’ll treat her and the baby growing inside of her like a queen.
The headlights turn onto a side street.
A deep breath alerts me to having stopped breathing.
Her mouth stretches around my swelling cock. Damn. I’m not going to last. I’m also not going to give into the desire to pull her up and sit her on my cock. She has to know we’re here for more than a quick fuck. Ironic, since I intend to breed her.
Making eye contact with Blake, I shift my gaze to the storefront. He nods, then does a dismal job of giving proper attention to it. Understood. Ceci’s head bobbing on my cock is way more interesting.
He rubs her back.
Oddly, like at the diner, I don’t feel weird about this with him. It’s unlikely I have the capacity to worry about anything right now.
My hand rests in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Sweet, sassy, free-spirited Cecilia, you’re mine.
The warmth of her mouth, the swirling of her tongue on my tip, and the way she taps me out on the back of her throat, creating intermittent gagging sounds, is my entire focus.
Until it’s not.
A pedestrian approaches. Cargo pants. Loose sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over a baseball cap. A backpack. Hard to make out any personal details.
Should I stop Cecilia? Christ, the only way to keep her from being seen is to keep her deep-throating me.
Blake angles his head and I nod that I’ve seen the pedestrian. Last thing we need is a tweaker interrupting this and our—
The pedestrian reaches into his pocket and retrieves keys as he nears the barbershop storefront that’s burned into our retinas. I question if I can actually tell that it’s a man.
Blake raises the special phone the department set us up with,way better than normal cameras but not as obvious.
I nod and lace my fingers through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock, hating that I have an ulterior motive and make sure she doesn’t lift her head.
My moans are real, but I escalate them. I can’t recall if Blake enables those fake shutter-snapping sounds. A few taps of his finger on the screen and I’m grateful he doesn’t.
The person stops at the door and lets himself inside. A light flips on, visible in little strips of light at the edges of the paper that covers the windows from the inside.
The good news is that we can confirm Cecilia is not the courier.
The pull toward release winds me tighter, but I can’t risk her sitting up. Electricity vibrates through my entire being.
Cecilia pauses, takes a breath, staying low.
I panic. “You’re doing so good, babygirl.” Where did that come from?
She giggles, licks my cock like a goddamn lollipop. At least that buys me some time.
Then she’s swallowing me again. Fuck. I can’t hold back.
The light goes off. The door opens. The courier leaves. No backpack. Blake is busy with the camera.
And I lose control. My cock swells. My hips buck, interrupting her rhythm, and I fill her mouth with cum.
Suppressing my moans as much as humanly possible, I come harder than ever before.
Time morphs into something loose. I tangle my fingers through her hair as she milks me.
And just as the guy turns the corner, walking out of sight, Cecilia sits up.
Somewhere in my mind, I know that we have to get home and run the photos through the database. For once, I can’t find it in me to care.
