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“Fucking hell, Lockhart Mills, you’re driving me crazy. I can’t take this…” she cried out, moving her hips faster, bouncing on my dick. I smirked at her, but held her face close, my eyes locked with hers.
I reached between us, dropped my hand to her clit and strummed her until her movements became erratic, slamming down on me.
“Oh, Lock…. yes… yes. Yesss.” She panted, dropped her head back and got lost in her movements, her breasts bouncing, her body shivering. She cried out, gripped my hair tight and came all over my dick.
Damn, she was beautiful.
“Again, Kitten. Come for me again... yeah, come… give it to me. Damn… so good so fucking…ah…” I praised, slapped her ass, and met her wild strokes with my own. I gripped her ass cheeks tight and demanded, “Fuck, baby. Yes, give me your eyes.”
She brought her eyes back to me, wild, heady desire dripping from them.
“Fuck me, Lock. Please. I need it,” she begged, and I gave her exactly what she wanted. Hell, we both did. We fucked each other with a ferocity that had my heart pounding in my chest, head spinning and dick so fucking hard I thought it would explode.
Our lewdness on my couch was messy, out of control, animalistic, and so got damn good. When we both came, we cried out together, bodies coated with sweat, breaths coming fast and hard.
After a few minutes had passed, and I gathered enough air in my lungs to speak, and all I could say was, “Damn.”
My fingers still gripping the hell out of her hair, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. All the exhaustion I had felt when I arrived home was gone. I was ready for more.
Phoebe started to rise from my lap but my gripped tightened.
“Where are you going?” I grumbled, not wanting to let her go, to lose her heat.
“The restroom.”
I growled deep in my throat, but I released her.
She slowly rose to her feet, my expended dick falling from her body. She wobbled slightly unsteady on her feet, glancing down at me as she righted herself; her eyes widening before she hightailed it out of the room. I grinned as I watched her ass jiggle with every step she took. I closed my eyes as I heard the bathroom door close, praying she didn’t take long.
The five-minute quickie we had wasn’t enough. I wanted more, craved more. I told myself this would be the last time. After tonight, I would keep my dick in my pants.
She needed me at my best, concentrating on this case and keeping her safe. If I came home and fucked her every night, I would lose sight of what I was supposed to do. I would get complacent. That shit was evident as I remembered that I hadn’t secured the house, made sure all the doors and windows were locked, and that the alarm was on after Lester had left.
Grumbling at my stupidity, I rose from the couch, and gently tucked myself back into my damp briefs. I made my way to the back of the house and stepped outside onto my patio. I checked the gate leading to the back of the house, made sure my cameras were facing the right direction and that they were on and functioning. I then checked windows and the two doors in the back room. I was making my way back into the living room when I saw Phoebe stepping into her shorts.
“What are you doing?”
She jumped and turned around. “I’m getting dressed. I thought—”
“Did I tell you to get dressed? Do you think I’m done with you?”
“I-I—”
“Come here, Phoebe,” I instructed, crooking my finger and signaling that I wanted her close to me. She had her shirt in her hand, and she dropped it on the couch and made her way to me. Hesitancy covered her face, but she did as instructed.
Once she was in arm’s length, I reached out and pulled her to me, my arm wrapping around her waist.
I caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers, my eyes staring deeply into hers.
“Do you really think having you once is enough? I can tell you right now, that’s not the case.”
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s not.”
I captured her face in between my hands and admitted, “But listen, I know I’ve been MIA these last few days. I would love to say it was due to work. Well, it was, but it’s more to it than that.” I took a deep breath, rested my forehead against hers and confessed softly, “The problem is me. I can’t come home, sit around with you, shoot the shit and not want to fuck your brains out. I need to focus and do my job and not think about sliding my dick inside you the moment I see you or want to taste your sweet pussy. I need to focus on keeping you safe. That’s why I’m gone before you wake and home when you’re asleep.”
Her eyes were wide, mouth open in shock, as I suspected. I gently pushed her chin up and explained further, hoping to answer all of the questions and dispense the doubt swimming in her head.
