it to grind and guide his twitching cock.
'Suck it!' he repeated, steering the swelling, blood-filled head to her parted lips.
Laura groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing head.
His hips bucked up. Her lips parted around the head and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste encouraged her. She made an 'O' of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and gently drew the bulbous tip of his cock into the moist warmth of her mouth.
The contact tore a strangled cry from Wiley's throat. 'OH, honey! Honecccc!'
His fingers locked tight in her long hair. He pushed her head down, down, down the incredible length of his prick. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious sensation, grinding his hips, forcing his meat deeper and deeper. There was a roaring in his ears. A volcano. A tidal wave of cum seeping up from the knowing fingers, teasing his balls.
'Go up and down on it,' he urged. 'And suck it at the same time!'
Her head began to hammer up and down on his cock. She squirmed and quivered like a snake on the bed beside him, sucking and milking his rigid pole.
It ended all too soon for both of them. He had wanted to get all his cock in her head, feeling her lips around its very root. But before he could ease it all the way into her, the volcano in his jiggling balls erupted.
'Oh, yes… oh, shit, take it!' he shouted as hot cum shot up the length of his shaft.
He fell forward over her, forcing her head down over his cum spurting prick with the weight of his body. Unable to think or hear, lost in the thrill of orgasm, he held her face crushed to his coarse pubic hair, and came, humping spurt after spurt of thick jism into her throat.
Noisily, she sucked the hot fluid. She kneaded his balls. Her fingers played in the hairy crack of his ass.
Although he was hurting her, although the wiry cockhair bruised her face, she stayed over his depleting cock until she had sucked the last drop of cum from his balls.
When it was over, when at last his prick was empty and growing limp, Wiley released her. He watched her face raise up, lips red and swollen, a trickle of cum dripping down her chin.
'Was it good?' she asked. 'Can I suck good?'
'The best,' he said, grinning down at her.
'I'm glad,' she said, hugging his legs and rubbing her soft cheek along the length of his wet cock. 'I love it. I swallowed it all.'
'I know.'
Her hand closed around his prick again. She lowered her head and let her tongue do a tantalizing dance on his balls and inner thighs. 'How long does it take for it to get hard again?'
'No way, honey. I got to get some sleep.'
She nodded and moved from the bed. She dressed and moved to the door where she paused and turned back to him. 'Thanks.'
'Don't be nuts. Thank you.'
'Wiley?'
'Yeah?'
'I don't care… about Trina, I mean. I'd a lot rather have you makin' it with her than most of the assholes she's been with.'
He nodded and she left, closing the door quietly behind her.
Chapter 8
Holly Carpenter decided that she had only one thing that Wiley could want-her sex, and perhaps some of her money. If he kept his mouth shut, or better still, if she could convince him to keep his mouth shut about the girl's rape, giving him a little of both was a small price to pay.
For that reason she made herself as attractive as possible for the gentleman. She wore a tight sheath dress that accented her full hips and the perfect roundness of her ass. Around it she cinched a wide belt that made an eye-catching shelf of her big breasts. She also swooped her hair up to make her even taller and more stately rather than cheap sexy.
There had been something in his voice that told her that he was the kind of man this image would appeal to.
When she let him in, she was surprised. He was very tall and quite handsome. Under most circumstances, Holly would have gone to bed with him anyway. His appearance and cool manner made it that much easier.
When he settled into the sofa, Holly chose a club chair across from him, but not too far away to touch. As she sat down, her dress caught a few inches above her knee but she didn't bother to pull it down. Instead, she crossed her knees, exposing even more white flesh. Wiley looked boldly. Maybe she wouldn't have to pay this one off in cash. She had a good, sexy body, always craving for the usual and the unusual. She decided that a big man like Wiley might be able to handle her.
'Now tell me about it,' she said. She smiled warmly.
'What's there to tell?'
Holly tried not to be annoyed. 'Don't be coy,' she said slowly. 'You know about… about the incident. It was a harmless prank. The girl was a virgin, but she was far past due to lose it.'
Wiley's anger was already boiling, but he managed to keep his voice on an even keel. 'So, actually, you probably did her a favor, right?'
Holly shrugged. 'Can I fix you a drink?'
'I don't think so.'
She reached for an ivory box, extracted a cigarette and lit it with a silver lighter. 'Just what are you interested in?'
'I wasn't sure until I walked in here.'
She was amused. 'You mean you're interested in my body?'
'Why not? It's a nice body. How nice, I don't know yet. Too many clothes on.'
'You think I'm going to strip naked just because you want me to? Don't I have anything to say about it?'
'Not much.'
She tried to control her anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Of all the colossal nerve.
Wiley patted the cushion next to him. 'Why don't you come and sit down here where it's nice and cozy? I won't bite you. I don't think I will. On second thought, I probably will.'
Holly got up and moved to the sofa. 'You have to give a girl a chance,' she said, sitting. 'You just don't come on like a house on fire?'
'I have my own methods.'
She lifted her eyebrows. 'And if I don't like your methods?'
'You'll learn to like them.'
'You really have me over a barrel, don't you?'
'I would say so?'
She drew in a deep breath. This man was making her very nervous. Then she asked him what he would do if she told him to go to hell.
Wiley grinned at her. 'Why don't you try telling me to go to hell?'
He did have her over a barrel. They both knew it. There was nothing she could do.
'Okay, but you don't have to be obnoxious,' she said angrily.
'I was born obnoxious.'
'What do you want?'
He decided to fish. 'For starters… names.'
'You know about Celeste. And the two guys… I can't tell you. Believe me, they're bad. Whatever you want from me, those two would want more. They'd kill me.'
Bingo again. There were two men involved, four all together. He decided to fish some more. 'I just want the
