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“Yeah. Suck this dick . . .”
He plunged deeper, forcing her throat open. She relaxed her jaws and his hips worked back and forth, the head of his dick brushing against her tongue over and over.
He looked down at her, her beautiful mouth wetly loving his dick. “Yeah, baby, swallow it,” he said as he fucked her mouth in long strokes. “Take it all.”
She closed her eyes and felt a rush of liquid desire burn through her veins as he swelled larger in her mouth. She hummed over the width of him and slid he
r hands around to cup his muscled ass, to take more of him—her mouth, her lips, her tongue, worked synchronously.
Oh how she loved the feel of his dick in her mouth. It’d been so long since she’d sucked a dick, and the feel and taste of him was an addicting combination.
His erection tightened even further, and she smiled, satisfied, taking him deeper into her wet mouth, his head slipping down in her throat, brushing over her uvula, filling her neck. With one hand, she reached for his balls and squeezed, and a warm spurt of his milk hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep from choking.
She kept on sucking him, her head feverishly bobbing back and forth as his hips matched her movements. She sucked and sucked until his knees buckled, until she had sucked his balls empty, and his semi-erect dick had finally, reluctantly, plopped out of her wet, greedy mouth.
TWENTY-TWO
Drunk in Love . . .
Love didn’t just happen, did it? Wasn’t it supposed to evolve over time?
Fuck nah.
It happened when the heart opened itself up to it.
Officer Rawlings took a swig of his Heineken. The thought of her made his dick hard. He swallowed the strong, bitter lager as he pressed the swelling between his legs together and turned on his computer. He stared at the green bottle with the lone red star, impatiently drumming his fingers as he waited for it to boot.
What the fuck was he doing?
Shit.
Fuck if he knew.
All he did know was that inmate Lewis had good pussy and had sucked the shit out of his dick. And that alone had set fire to his senses in a way that no other woman ever had. He groaned as his dick tightened at the memory of being slickly buried deep in her mouth, the tight grip of her throat milking the head of his cock. She’d sucked him wildly, greedily, and she’d come immediately without being touched, the sweet juices of her pussy flooding her panties.
And he had the proof to smell it.
He pulled her panties from his back pocket—pink and frilly—and inhaled the heady scent, before licking inside the crotch. He licked and licked, then sucked them into his mouth. Then he started chewing on them as if they were a big piece of pink, pussy-flavored bubblegum.
If he could blow a few bubbles with her panties, he would.
Goddamn. Fuck.
This was a fucking mess. She made him crazy with want. Made him twisted with kinky desire. He’d never done any crazy shit like licking and sucking the inside of a bitch’s panties. And here he was laving away, his tongue practically licking out the seam.
And now he was, at eight thirty in the fucking morning, on a mission to shop—instead of crawling in bed and getting some sleep—for shit he’d never imagine buying.
Dildos.
He shook his head. He was bugging for sure. He removed her underwear from his mouth and pushed out a heated breath, then lifted his beer and pressed the opening to his lips and took a long, drawn-out swallow. He belched, setting the bottle back onto his desk as the computer screen lit up with his desktop icons. He clicked on the browser and went to a search engine page.
There, he typed in what he was looking for, and waited for the results. He almost fell out of his chair when pages and pages, link upon link, popped up on the screen. It was too overwhelming. The shit required too much thought: size, shape, color, material—jelly, silicone, soft skin (aka cyberskin), or acrylic or glass—vibrating (or not) . . .
What the fuck?
Ugh. He was tempted to click out of the browser, and simply take his ass to bed. Instead, he kept browsing. When he finally clicked on the eighth link, he bit out a curse.
He didn’t know the first thing about sex toys; let alone a fucking dildo or vibrator, but he was a man of his word. And it was what he’d promised his baby, though he couldn’t understand why the fuck she needed one of those things any-damn-way when he was offering her up all the dick she needed.
