I blushed and turned around to look back at him boldly, “Well show me how much I tempt you,” I demanded. He smirked, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back then kissed me until I lost my breath.
“I still want it.” I murmured after the soul-snatching kiss. No one else mattered at that moment. Not my ex who couldn’t stop staring at me, not my boss who couldn’t keep her paws off my date, not the women that had been staring at Cozart since we arrived at the bowling alley.
It was only us in the room.
“Tell me you need that,” he whispered in my ear as I felt his dick harden and poke through the fabric of my dress.
“I need that, Co.” I moaned as I rubbed his dick through his slacks.
The car ride to my house was a whirlwind of his fingers inside of me, my hand wrapped around his dick, jacking slowly, and us stealing passionate kisses at every red light.
He kicked my front door closed behind him as I walked backwards through the foyer and up the stairs. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I wanted to savor the moment. Our clothes trailed from the front door, up the steps, to my bedroom, and I reached for his dick hungrily before he placed his hands on top of mine.
“I want to taste you first; we don’t have to rush,” Cozart whispered as he trailed kisses from my neck, over my breasts, and down to my belly button. He knelt down in front of me, like he was praising me, then he grabbed my legs and picked me up, placing me on his shoulders. My pussy sat in his face as I threw my head back in ecstasy.
He ate my pussy, slowly, licking and nibbling while I tried my best to be keep from screaming too loudly. I shook violently from the first orgasm, while he laid me gently on my back.
“The next time, I don’t want you to be quiet, I want to hear you while you cum.” He told me as he crawled between my thighs and placed his hand around my throat possessively.
“Yessssss Co,” I moaned and nodded my head.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he looked behind him at the mirror.
“You like to watch?” He asked causing my smile to fall slowly as I thought about Larry and his obsession with mirrors and sex.
Cozart grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, “Tell me what you want me to do and I will.” He told me as he rubbed the side of my face.
“It reminds me of him, get rid of it.” I told him as tears filled my eyes.
“Gladly.” He grunted, as he moved from between my legs, walked over to the mirror and lifted it from the place in front ofthe bed like it weighed less than a feather. He then took it out of the room and closed the bedroom door behind him.
“I’ll take it to the trash on my way out.” He grunted as he slid between my legs and kissed my tears away.
Before I could reply he pushed his dick inside of me swiftly and deep enough to make me scream his name.
“YESSSSS COZART, JUST LIKE THAT BABY” I moaned as he made love to me slowly, bringing me to multiple orgasms until I passed out from exhaustion and bliss.
Chapter Sixteen
Brichelle “Brick” Walker
One Month Later
“You have been reviewing my security tapes, my bank ledgers, and my member logs for a month you still aren’t any closer to wrapping up this investigation?” I asked Agent Michelle angrily as I rubbed my temples and handed her the envelope with all the documents inside. Since I had agreed to help the FBI with their investigation, every week I met Michelle and Agent Harris at the justice building to give them audit information about my gym. I still had no idea who was scamming my members out of money and creating fake identities with their information and no matter how much I begged Michelle, she wouldn’t tell me. She said some bullshit about official investigation protocols, but I knew that she was just trying to keep me from warning my brother that the police were after him. Little did they know I had already cried my tears and come to terms with what Cozart had done. He deserved whatever he had coming to him for using a business that our father built for us with his blood, sweat, and tears as a way to steal from innocent people. It would take some of them years to rebuild their credit and financial situation after being victims of identity theft and fraud. I had protected him from everythingand everyone, but this was his own doing, and I couldn’t protect him from himself.
“We almost have enough evidence for an airtight case, so it won’t be much longer. We are just trying to dot out i’s and cross our T’s. This scammer is a crafty motherfucker who will snake their way out of anything, so we have to have our shit together. We can’t leave any room for error,” Michelle said. That was another thing she did when she spoke on the scammer, she never used genders and always referred to him or her as them or they. I was sick of these games and ready for all of this shit to be over.
“You are rubbing your head again, do you have another headache? You need to get that checked out to make sure everything is ok,” Michelle told me. I caught her doing that a lot, trying to be my friend as if she hadn’t been lying to me about who she was for months. I agreed to help with the investigation because I felt partly responsible that my gym was being used to scam people, but I didn’t fuck with her sneaky ass at all. The sooner she could get the scammer out of my gym and out of my hair, the sooner she could take her ass back to wherever FBI agents work when they weren’t undercover pretending to be someone else.
“Everything is fine, see you at work tomorrow.” I dismissed her and turned to walk out of the building. How I was feeling was none of her concern and I didn’t want her to act like it was. I walked to the car and got inside, then exhaled deeply, and lay my head back on the seat. I didn’t like Michelle, but she had a point. I needed to figure out what was going on with me and where these constant headaches were coming from. I pulled my phone out of my purse and made an appointment with my primary care physician through my insurance app.
My doctor had an appointment available for the end of the week; I accepted and switched from the app to my call log. I dialed Zumo’s number and it rang twice before he answered, “How far away are you?” He questioned before saying hello.
“Damn hey. How are you doing?” I smirked as I rode through downtown Atlanta heading over to the interstate.
“You’ll find out how I’m doing while I’m eating your pussy. Get here quickly before I come and find you,” Zumo retorted causing me to laugh loudly. Since the night he came over and consoled me, he and I had been inseparable. Even though I signed an NDA with the FBI, Zumo was the only person who knew about the investigation. I didn’t tell him that Michelle was an agent and she was undercover, but I did tell him that someone that worked for me was scamming my members out of money.
He had been there for me through this process, and I didn’t know what I would have done without him. I decided to let him take care of me and he hadn’t let me down. I gave him a key to my place, and he gave me a key to his place. Every night we were at each other’s house having good sex and sleepovers.
