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“Eh, I’ll be okay, I’ve got a hook-up at the police department now.” I just shake my head. Bianca’s a little crazy. Apparently, I’m into that now.
“You don’t need to worry about the boys, I spoke to his teacher and told Oliver to let me know if they bother him again. That’s when he said he didn’t have a dad and asked if I would be his.”
She’s quiet for a beat before she speaks again. “That’s really sweet. It’s obvious how much he loves you. Do you know where his real dad is?
I shake my head. “No clue, there was nothing on his birth certificate. I’m assuming it was either her dealer or her pimp. No one stepped forward when I was petitioning the court for custody and Oliver said he’s never met him. So, if he wants me to be his dad and to call me that, I’m happy I can be that for him.”
The lights are low in the kitchen, but I can still see her smile tilted up at me while my arms remain around her. “You love it, and you deserve it. Like I said, I don’t know anything about kids, nor do I really care to, but Oliver is something special.”
“Yeah, he is.” I’m looking down into Bianca’s upturned face and I don’t want to talk about Oliver anymore. I’d much rather talk about us. Or better yet, do no talking at all.
“Do you have some time to hang out tonight?” I ask like it’s not two thirty in the morning.
“I think I could move some things around and make time for you.” Her rich brown eyes are a shade or two darker than they were just moments ago, and her breathing is picking up slightly. “What do you think we should do?”
“How about a tour of my bedroom?” My voice is deep and husky, I know there’s no way she can miss the need that’s seeping out of it. She’s looking a little hesitant and I’m hoping I haven’t pushed her too hard too fast. Her silence has me nervous she’s going to bolt.
“I don’t know, are you going to let me come this time?” I can’t help smirking at her, just thinking about our little moment together last night. I’m suddenly hard as a rock.
“Since you were so good at helping me out tonight. you’ll definitely be coming. The only questions are how many times and how hard.”
Chapter Eleven
Carson
“That’s some big talk, Detective. You think you can live up to it?”
Instead of answering I place my hand under her chin and tilt her head up while I lean down and press my lips firmly against hers. I can feel the warm sensation spread out to the rest of my body and it’s only a few moments before I’m deepening the kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth to tease and play with hers.
Bianca’s arms have snaked around my neck and she’s up on her tiptoes, pressing her body into me. There are definitely too many clothes in between us. I reach behind her, grab those thick thighs I’ve been dreaming about, and lift her up while she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, settling there.
I wrench my mouth away from hers and snap, “Sweater,” at her with no instructions. Luckily she gets my meaning and pulls her sweater over her head before tossing it to the floor. Normally, a piece of clothing lying on the floor in the middle of my kitchen would drive me nuts, but I barely notice it. Instead, my eyes are glued to her lace covered tits.
I bury my head in her chest, kissing first one then the other, sucking hard on her skin. I know I’m going to leave a mark and I don’t give a fuck. She should have my marks all over her body. She moans out my name and clasps the back of my head, holding my lips right where she wants them. I find the stiff peak of her nipple hidden underneath her bra and draw it into my mouth, sucking hard through the lace. Her gasps only fuel my hunger and I move to her other breast showing it the same attention.
Her hips are rubbing against my middle, grinding against the tip of my cock. If she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to come in my pants. I may not have let her come last night, but neither did I. We’re both desperate with need.
I reach behind her back with one hand, the other planted firmly on her ass, and unclasp her bra, setting her tits free. She grabs the fabric and shucks it down her arms, dropping it to join her sweater on the floor. I let out an involuntary groan, I finally have the answer to what color her nipples are. A beautiful light mocha that I want to drink up. I go right back to suckling one in my mouth, playfully swirling my tongue around it before giving it a little bite.
Bianca’s moaning is playing on a loop in my ears. “Carson.” She whines my name, asking me to give her more without the words. I push off the counter and head down the hallway until we reach my bedroom, all the while never taking my face away from her beautiful tits. Now that I’ve finally gotten my mouth on them, I don’t know if I can let go. It’s a miracle I didn’t crash us into a wall.
I set her down, letting her body slither against mine so we can feel every inch of each other in the darkened room. I reach over to flip the light on, but she reaches out and stills my hand. “No lights,” she says. Sounding a little nervous.
“I need to see all of you.”
“Just for tonight.” Bianca doesn’t seem like the shy type to me but if she wants no lights tonight, then no lights it is. I plan on there being plenty of opportunities in the future where my eyes will be able to feast on her body. Besides, there’s a bit of moonlight streaming through the windows that will give me enough light so I won’t be fumbling around like a teen in the dark. “You have too many clothes on,” she coos at me while reaching up to start unbuttoning my shirt.
“You too,” I say. She abandons my shirt for the button of her jeans, and I take over practically ripping the thing from my body while she wiggles her tight jeans over her hips. Watching her hips move and her tits sway makes me let out a groan and I can see her a mischievous smile in the moonlight. She’s clad in a tiny piece of fabric she calls panties and slowly turns while I unbutton and drop my own pants.
When her back is fully to me, I almost swallow my tongue, realizing my mistake. Those aren’t panties, that’s a thong. I see the fabric disappear between the full globes of her ass and I realize I want to spread her open and taste her pussy from behind. The thought is almost too much, and I grip my dripping cock firmly through my boxer briefs to stop from coming on the spot.
She looks over her shoulder so she can see me and slowly bends over, dragging the thong down, out from where it’s nestled between her ass cheeks, over those gorgeous thighs, and down to feet, ending up in a puddle on the ground before stepping out.
“Come here,” I rasp. She walks slowly back to me. Too slowly. I rush to her and slam my mouth down on hers, showing her through my kiss how much I want her. I tease her tongue, her lips, I nip at her with my teeth, all the while cupping those luscious tits in both my hands, softly rolling her nipples between my fingers, letting her gasps and moans be my guide.
My cock is leaking like a sieve and I’m certain I’ve never been this hard in my life. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this woman who is full of fire and passion, something I realize I’ve been sorely missing in my life.
Her hands trace the panes of my chest then lower to my stomach, gliding over me, teasing my skin, until I feel her dip down into the boxer briefs I haven’t had time to remove yet. Her hand grasps my shaft firmly and I suck in a breath, close my eyes, and grit my teeth. I’m too close to being inside her, I can’t embarrass myself now. “You didn’t tell me you were packing this much heat,” she says with wide eyes that make my male pride inflate. I’m not huge but I know I’m bigger than average.
