She melts into me. Barely able to stand on her left leg. Her warm breath cooling my chest.
“C’mon, Reese's Pieces, I'm not done with you yet.” I kiss the top of her head.
“Please don't stop fucking me, Evan, never stop,” she murmurs against my skin.
As she gathers her breath, I grab her waist. With a renewed energy, her legs fly around me. Biceps braced, feet planted wide, I pump her up and down.
She rocks her hips as I once more take to her mouth. While clinging to me for life, Reese grinds on me with such an erotic, slow movement. I groan in her ear. Those shiny eyes are no longer wet with tears but glimmering with need.
I’m so fucking addicted to the pussy, I was ready to release in that instant. “You're not turning me out,” I mutter inaudibly, placing my arm around her waist and pulling us down to the fur rug below.
On top, I gain leverage and am the maker of my own destiny—i.e., not coming in record-time. The silky, wetness of her insides has my dick harder than it's ever been. I quicken my pace.
“Evan! Fuck me!” Reese begins to buck; her hips lift to meet the force of my thrusts. One of her hands grips the fur, the other claws at my ass begging for the pain. I slap away her hand, taking control once more.
“Turn over.” I slip out. Reese whimpers.
“Now,” I growl, erection dripping with her sweets.
Reese does as she is told. That round, curvy ass of hers tilts in the air. My hand digs through her wavy hair, to the back of her neck, applying a bit of pressure. Reese's face lowers onto the fur. The swell of her pussy now has my mouth watering as her buttocks are tilted toward the sky. My hand slaps hard at Reese's bottom. Hard enough to leave a handprint. But my cock plunges inside her at the same instant. The pain is washed out and she has to be seeing stars as she cusses and begs once more. Fingers clawing into her butt cheek I slam in. Out. In. Out.
Sex can’t take away the pain and worry she’s going through, but I’d be damned if I’m not going to try. Reese begins to meet my thrust, ass slapping against my balls. I smack her ass once more. Then my fingers dig into her hair again, instead of gripping the back of her neck I yank. The arch her back makes, forces me to grunt in ultimate pleasure as her walls clench the fuck outta my cock. After a quick slam, I pull out once more.
“Evan,” Reese replies tersely.
“Shhh, beautiful.” I glance into her eyes, red rimmed though no longer teary. Her nose still has a pinkish-hue and it's not from lack of warmth.
“I’m okay,” she tries.
“Not at the moment, but you will be.” I stand up. At this instant I realize, slamming my cock in her pussy, and filling her body with my come isn’t my primary goal to take the pain away. The walk was just the beginning… The beginning implies a future.
Feelings I never thought possible, not at this moment in my life spark. I’m a man, whose sole focus is no longer just on my career. As a Narc detective, love can be a dangerous thing.
We’ve jumped straight into hard water and Reese is unaware. I don’t know which is scarier, her fear of falling in love or my fear of an enemy using that to his advantage. Egocentrism won’t allow me to give a damn and fuck her delirious because I care more about her ‘bad day’ at this moment than anything else.
Reese takes my hand, believing in my confidence, she arises before me.
My hand skims the small of her back, pulling her closer to my chest. “You’ve had a bad day, Reese.”
Her eyes close momentarily, bottom lip bitten down on.
“And I really want to be there for you, Reese. We’ve known each other all of twenty-something days, but there’s no denying this connection we have.” I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, to which she sighs. “You don’t have to tell me everything now…” I pause, feeling her soft body tense just slightly. “For now, I’ll be the man you need until you’re ready.”
Her eyes open, brown orbs shining. It’s almost as if asking, “Ready for what” is at the tip of her tongue, but she’s just too afraid to speak the words. And I recall the chat I had with Tony earlier today. Either he’s blinded by Lolita or he’s keeping something from me too.
I lead Reese to the bathroom. As I turn on the rainspouts for the shower, she leans against the sleek, white limestone countertop. Ultra-white lights paint her in a luminous glow, from her brown-blonde hair to the warm color of her skin.
“We’re taking a shower?” Reese asks.
“When I’ve had a shitty day, a shower always does the trick.”
“I had another sort of magic in mind, and it involved kneeling.” Reese’s witty rebuttal is quick as she glances down at my cock. “But then again, you might have to leave soon, so let's save the shower for last.”
“Oh, so you wanna procure my body for your own use?” My mouth lifts at the left side, and I step before her. Pushing her legs wide, my thumbs rub softly at her toned thighs. “You have no fear; I’m yours all night long.”
Reese holds up her pinky.
A smooth chuckle begins and then rumbles over my abdomen. “I’m more of a handshake-type of man.”
“Well, I’m neither and your cell phone always coincidentally rings when the going gets tough…”
“My cell phone?” I point to my chest in amusement. “That friend of yours, Jamie, has called a few times. The first time, I thought he was your— “
“Yeah right! And you came to realize he didn't go to bat for my team. Besides, Jamie is highly strung, if you couldn't tell through the phone you'll know when
