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“What?” I gasped as he palmed my ass. “Mr. Carter, I—”
“You should be calling me Damien at this point,” he whispered. “I’ve been inside you…”
I gasped as he pulled open my shirt and kissed my breasts.
“Did you go out of town to fuck someone else?” he asked.
“Ahhh.” I shook my head as he sucked hard on my nipple. “No…”
“Hmmm.” He pressed his palms against my thighs, caressing me. Then he slipped his right hand under my dress, pushing my panties to the side.
“Do youwantto fuck someone else?”
“No, Damien…”
“So, your pussy ismine?” He bit my bottom lip and pressed his thumb against my clit—torturing it with slow circles. He freed my lips from his hold and kissed my mouth, serving me a completely different tempo from the one with his fingers.
“Say it, Elizabeth,” he demanded. “Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s…” I moved my hips against him. “It’s…”
“Tell me.” He briefly broke away from my mouth, punishing me with a harsh bite against my neck.
“Yours.” I breathed. “My pussy is yours...”
He finally pushed me over the edge of pleasure with a final stroke, and I screamed his name against the music, in front of other couples who were lost in their own worlds.
He allowed me to recover for the next three songs, and then, snapping into his professional mode, he said, “Let's go. We have work to do.”
TWO STAKEOUTS (& A CRIME SCENE) LATER
WITNESS (N.)
A PERSON WHO TESTIFIES UNDER OATH IN A TRIAL WITH FIRST-HAND OR EXPERT EVIDENCE USEFUL IN A LAWSUIT
ELIZABETH
I’d finally landed a case.
A real deal work in the office, no stalking or questionable crime scenes involved case.
The woman was a single mother who was fighting for the custody of her kids after assaulting a guy who hit her son.
We were on her side, the right side, for a change, and Damien was letting me take the lead.
“So, you have an OnlyFans account?” Damien asked. “Miss Shawn?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I have one of those.”
“And as of now, you make the majority of your income by having sex with dildos?”
Miss Shawn looked over at me for help, but I didn’t know what to say.
“Yes…”
“And you do this in the kitchen which is feet away from your daughter’s room?” he asked.
“I only do it when my kids aren’t at home.”
