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“You don’t know where I’ve been. I could’ve gone out for a pint of ice cream.”
“Is that why you smell like the whore of
Babylon?”
“Look, Gene, I’m not going to argue with you, especially not in my house,” I said as I snapped on the bathroom light and took off my shift.
“Look, if you wanted to fuck so bad, why didn’t you just wake me up?” he asked, walking in the bathroom behind me.
“Gene, I didn’t go and fuck anyone. I had a craving for a shake so I went to Rally’s. That’s it,” I said, turning to look at him with tears forming in my eyes. Gee, I sure hope this works, I thought.
“I believe you. Don’t cry, Adu. I believe you,” he said as I began to bawl.
I deserve an Emmy, I thought, as Gene dropped to his knees in front of me and began to lick away the traces of Larron from my pussy.
Do I really want someone who pretends to be tough on the outside but is actually this soft? I thought, as I watched him get busy with his task. Shaking my head and letting out a sigh, I decided Gene would do…for a while, at least.
White Heat
Marilyn Lee
I woke in the middle of the night to the totally delightful sensation of Steve’s naked body sliding up mine, his rock-hard cock nestled between the lips of my pussy. His warm lips nibbled at that special spot on my neck just below my left ear. That never failed to infuse my entire body with heat and need for him.
“Oh, Steve…” I wrapped my arms around his neck, rubbing my mound against his throbbing dick.
“Yeah, girl?” His deep voice held a question.
He never took my acquiescence for granted, even after twelve years of marriage. Even when I was clinging to his neck, a trembling mass of need for his big, sleek, ebony cock.
“Yes,” I pleaded, lovingly massaging the hard muscles of his rump. “Oh, yes, lover. Yes.”
“Yeah, Tasha, girl.” He settled his hips firmly on mine, slowly sliding the big head of his dick into my waiting, wet body. I shuddered and nearly came. There was nothing in the world half as exquisite as the first electric touch of his big honeyed cock. Moaning in anticipation of the pleasure I knew was coming, I thrust my hips upward, greedily enveloping his sweet meat in my clenching body. I knew he loved to have me wrap my legs around his waist and undulate my body against his like a wave breaking against the shore as he pumped his hard, pulsating length deep inside my quivering pussy.
Sex that night was particularly hot and explosive. I lost track of how many times we pushed and pumped and pounded each other into sweet, searing bliss. He came in me again and again. When we finally parted, I felt his sticky cum leak out of my sated pussy and drip down my thigh.
“Damn, girl, that was good!”
“It was de-licious, Detective Long,” I countered.
He was gone when I woke the next morning. I sat up and looked at my night table. When Steve left for work before I woke, he often left a note.
“Last night was the bomb, girl. Keep that tight wet pussy of yours ready for me.”
Smiling, I sank back against the pillow and continued reading. “Jake and I will be part of an undercover sting, so I probably won’t see you until tomorrow. But don’t worry. Jake’s got my back. Love you, girl. Steve.”
I lay there smiling as I remembered our early morning lovemaking, until I heard JR’s bedroom door open. “Mom! Mom, you awake?” JR was a healthy ten year old with an excellent pair of lungs.
I glanced at my bedside clock and groaned. It was barely seven o’clock. Steve and I almost needed a crane to get JR out of bed at seven on school mornings.
“Be there in a sec,” I called and scrambled out of bed. Later that morning when JR was heading to the Poconos on a trip with his Scout troop, I was in the living room ironing with the radio tuned to the local news station when I heard the beeping sound that signaled a special bulletin.
“This just in,” the newscaster announced. “A police officer was seriously wounded this afternoon in a shootout in the East Park section of the city. The officer’s name is being withheld until his next of kin can be notified.”
With a pounding heart, I set the iron down and looked around for the cordless phone. It was on the sideboard. During the ten years Steve had been on the force, we’d developed a system. Whenever he heard about a police officer getting hurt or killed, either he or Jake would call me ASAP to let me know they were okay. They’d never taken more than an hour to call, even when they were on a stakeout.
Two hours later, as I was getting really scared, the doorbell rang. He’d come instead of calling. “Thank you, Lord,” I whispered and ran through the house and threw open the door. “Steve! I—”
But it was Steve’s partner, Jake Diamond. One look at his pale face and I started shaking. “Jake! I heard about the shooting. Steve was shot, wasn’t he?”
