“I suppose you’d like a little attention as well?"
She pulls away long enough to answer. “Oh no, this is all about you. We can’t evaluate the effectiveness of the blow-job therapy unless we follow through to the conclusion.”
“Very well then, continue.” I interlace my fingers behind my head and enjoy Tinsley’s ministrations.
She cups my balls in one hand and begins jacking me off with her other as she sucks the last few inches of my cock. I clearly love this combination of motions, so she sticks with it, gradually increasing her tempo as she responds to my growing excitement. After a few minutes, I reach down and unhook her bra so I can fondle her tits, gently at first, but then more firmly. And finally, I squeeze her nipples, like I know turns her on.
I’m getting close, and I want to enjoy her, too. “You don’t have to finish me,” I say through clenched teeth.
She doesn’t stop. She bobs up and down with added enthusiasm, groaning as she moves me closer to my climax. I push my hips forward as she struggles to keep my throbbing length in her mouth.
“I want to come in your pussy,” I hiss breathlessly.
Tinsley gives my cock one last long suck before letting me out of her mouth and jumping to her feet. Leaning over the back of the stuffed side chair, she spreads her legs and looks back at me over her shoulder, a clear invitation to take her from behind.
I grab a condom and begin to roll it on. “We need to have a conversation about birth control. I want to feel you.”
“I’m on the pill.”
I stop what I’m doing. “Do you prefer I use a condom?”
She looks at my swollen member in my hand. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
I finish rolling it on. “I can’t wait, but we can figure it out later.”
I move behind her, pulling her wet thong away and slowly pressing my hard cock into her. She groans loudly as I fill her, and she reaches down to finger her clit as I begin pounding in and out. She knows I won’t last long—but neither will she, as turned on as she is. I catch a glance of her tits rocking back and forth in the reflection of the glass, and I reach around to pull and twist her nipples.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I whisper in her ear, “Yes, Tinsley, yes, yes,” as my cum shoots deep inside her. My legs become jelly, and I collapse against her, panting over the armchair.
When we finally stand and reach for our clothes on the floor, I smile. “Well, it seems the treatment worked wonders.”
Tinsley stands on her tiptoes. “I’m glad I could be of service. Let me know when you’re ready for another round.”
After such excellent therapy, I slept well last night. I’m not nervous about this defective detective. He may have me in his sights, but I’m in good legal shape.
I get out of bed before Tinsley and head to the gym. I don’t want to leave the main house until this conversation with the police is behind me.
When I’m done exercising, I smell bacon. Molly’s looking out for me again. I walk into the kitchen covered in sweat, only to find it full of all the ranch hands, plus Fiona and Tinsley. “What’s going on?”
“The guys here want to make Detective Robards’ life miserable, but I won’t let them,” Fiona says.
I pull my shirt on. “Guys, you’re the best. I can’t tell you how much it means to have your support. This asshole is going out of his way to try to surprise us. He hasn’t, but we should pretend at least a little bit.”
“He hasn’t checked in with my brother yet either,” Molly huffs.
“Look, I have a top-notch team here.” I motion to everyone in the kitchen. “If this guy arrests me, this team is going to expand greatly. He can’t link me to this woman in any way. As bad as it sounds, I don’t care about her, nor have I been worried about her threat. The things I’ve done have more to do with protecting my company and the work we’re doing there. Unfortunately, people want to take advantage of me.”
“What can we do to help?” Jimmy, the horse wrangler, asks.
“We prevented him from coming in the middle of the night…” I look at Fiona. “Should we open the gates? We’ll know he’s coming.”
“How would that work if we didn’t?” Fiona bites her lip and squints.
“When he arrives, just off to the driver’s side of the gate is a house phone, which rings here.” Frank points to a black phone I never noticed before. “He’ll have to ring and announce himself. I have the option of buzzing the gate open from the phone, or I could get in the truck and drive down to open it with a nine-digit code.”
Fiona thinks about it. “Let me know when he arrives. We can determine how nice he’s playing and decide whether we’re going to make him wait or buzz him in.”
“There’s still a few-minute drive, even if Frank doesn’t go to the gate to let him in,” Molly says.
I can tell everyone is nervous. Turning to Molly, I ask, “What smells so good?”
“I’ve got scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, and a small bar of toppings people can add to their eggs. I can make you something else if you prefer.”
“This is perfect. Anyone want to join me for breakfast?”
The team lines up for food. Molly stands next to me, and I put my arm around her. “Thank you for taking such good care of all of us. I know you sent out the rallying cry to get everyone here.”
“Actually, it was Frank.
