by Jeri K Raine
I give her a series of sharp smacks to wake her up. “You’re not done yet little bunny.”
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“Oh, Daddy. Daddy, I am.”
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Slap! “Daddy, please!”
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I lift her billowing softness. Hold her when I see her sleepy smile.
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“You have at least two more orgasms to come,” I tell her.
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“I can’t!”
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“One for you and one for me. My cock has been very patient with you,” I feel her start to rouse, “You can’t stop until you swallow my cum.”
Chapter 8
Jessica
My mouth starts to water. “Oh, yes, Daddy!”
* * *
Like the free ice cream and chocolate store just opened, I jump off Christian’s chest, turn around and climb back aboard. I crawl along his hard body, pressing every ripple and ridge with my hands, sliding my tits on him, until I reach his belt. With my tongue hanging out, I unbuckle him and unzip his pants. At the same time as I see his massive bulge encased in soft, the white cotton of his pants, I catch the dark scent of him.
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He’s wasted no time getting his tongue back inside me and I’m finding it hard to concentrate. Showers and bursts of delicious, sparkling sensation keep rolling and washing through me, making me tremble and collapse inside.
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I can’t resist lifting the elastic waistband for a preview. In shock I let it go and he slaps me hard.
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“Daddy,” I gasp, “I can’t swallow that.” Slap!, “OW! It’s too big!” Slap!, “OW!”
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I pull his pants and his shorts down his thighs. How can that monster fit into my throat?
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Trembling I lift it. I jump when it twitches. He slaps me again as his tongue burrows deep into my cunt, shoving higher and filling it more, making my walls flutter, trying to grip and hold him. It looks like a perfect, streamlined weapon in flesh. He’s thick and wide, with a slight upward curve. His crown is slick and perfectly formed.
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I lift his cock nearer and crawl closer to it. Stretching my mouth wide, I take him inside my lips. He tastes smoky and tangy and divinely of man. Sliding my lips along his shaft, his contours and ridges slip across the top of my tongue. I grip him with my lips, pulling him in and sucking as I let him out.
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Pulses zing and beat through it. I feel them all over the surface and deep inside. He’s so hot it’s scary. I stroke the tight, bunched sack of his balls and he shoves in deeper.
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Each time I suck a little harder, make him wetter, and take him deeper.
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And his groans grow deeper. And longer. As does his hot, throbbing cock.
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Sweet, thin saliva slews into my mouth as a gobble along his shaft. When I get his bulb to graze the back of my throat, it gushes and covers him. Now he tastes even better. Because he tastes of me as well as him.
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When he starts to drive in and I rest a hand on his thigh, giving him a gentle squeeze if he might be about to go too deep or too hard. Opening wide and relaxing as much as I can, I let him over the ledge and suck, holding him there for a moment. There’s a whole new kind of thrill there. Then I take him into the grip of my throat. Gradually at first, though he shakes with excitement from the very start.
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When I know I can take him all the way in, comfortably, I let him quicken and go harder. I love the feeling of having him so completely inside my mouth while his tongue and his athletic lips are pitching me from one cresting a wave of orgasm to another.
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When I get my nose all the way to his ball sack, his hips buck and he grips my hair. I squeeze his thigh to let him know it’s okay and he hammers in, blasting my throat with bolts of thick, salty cum.
Chapter 9
Christian
I fold myself around her. We nuzzle like spoons and doze. I didn’t ever feel this good before in my life. I’m certain I never felt this comfortable with another human being.
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When she wakes, she smiles. I love that. She says she’s hungry and offers to nuke the pizza. “Must be cold, right?”
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I hate food that’s been microwaved. Reminds me of the desert. I just tell her I like it cold. She shrugs.
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I bring the pizzas from the kitchen and she eats hungrily.
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She says, “Every girl should have a man like you around.” She looks up at me from her slice. Damn, I love her appetite. “I need a man like you, with me at all times.”
Chapter 10
Jessica
His smile is so relaxed and confident he makes me feel like nothing bad could ever happen while he’s around. In some ways he so assured. So self-possessed. In others, I don’t know…
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“The way that you knocked Jake down,” I tell him, remembering it, I can’t help laughing, “He was really not expecting that,” I’m shaking my head on the last bubbling up. I see it making his eyes sparkle. Damn. Nice eyes.
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I’m half way through thinking that I wish I had a man like him for keeps. But I can’t afford to think things like that. It’s good to have him here now. And it was really good to have him there this afternoon. What would Jake have done? It makes me terrified to think of it.
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“He is a mean and vengeful asshole,” without thinking, I tell him, “I know that you can take care of yourself, there can’t be any doubt about that, but I tell you,” my voice lowers. “That man is a snake.”
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He shrugs. That happy little hint of a smile, well, I saw him knock Jake down. His confidence makes me feel safe.
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I say, “I really wouldn’t put it past him to come running after you with… Something heavier than his fists.”
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He doesn’t care. “I’ve met men like him before.”
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I have to tell him. He’s entitled to know something. “My sister, Tandi is Mimi’s mom.”
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“You don’t have to make confessions, spill family secrets to me. Seriously. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
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“You know what, I’d feel better if I could tell somebody. Only,” I search his eyes, “if that’s your way of telling me you don’t want to know, I wouldn’t blame you. I don’t know what it looks like from outside, but I’m sure it doesn’t look like a pretty picture. And it’s not.”
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“What I can see is the prettiest picture.” Is looking right at me.
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I’m hiding my face, shy. “You don’t have to say that.”
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“I do. It’s the truth.”
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I want to just stay in this moment. I want to take his hand, stay looking in his eyes. Have him looking in mine. Maybe we could get a little closer. That would be nice. In another world.
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It must be scrambling my brains, having a man so hot in my tiny little apartment. It makes me wish I could show him something different.
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“My sister went to jail. She was convicted of possession of methamphetamine.” I’m struggling to keep my voice steady. I’ve never told it to anybody that way before. “She was convicted as a dealer. Unless something miraculous happens, she will be away for a very long time.”
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“And you will take care of Mimi?”
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“Who wouldn’t? Mimi’s great. She’s the best thing in this whole, sorry, sordid affair.” I’m not going to cry. I am absolutely not going to cry.
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“Tandi, my sister, the drugs were foun
d in the kitchen. A panel behind the sink had been taken out, the drugs were hidden behind it. That’s a regular thing that drug dealers do, apparently. Tandi had no idea they were there.” My voice cracks. “She had no idea that the slimeball was a drug dealer.”
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“He stashed them in her apartment, not his, right?”
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I just nod.
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“And he let her go down for him?” His voice is hollow.
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I shake my head with a dry laugh. “I think you just about got the measure of Jake.”
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“The mother of his lovely little daughter. He let her go to jail. And she had to get a restraining order to keep them away from Mimi.”
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“He’s really not a nice guy.”
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“What were you doing before that happened, were you in college?”
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I nod. He says, “I’m really glad that you called me tonight,”
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I hold on to him. “I’m really glad you came. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you. Men like Jake, they kind of leave you thinking the world is full of bad people. But you, Christian, you are good people.”
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He holds me tight and I feel so safe.
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“No, Jessica. Here with you, in this moment, I can be good. But nobody would look at my life and call me a good man.”
Chapter 11
Christian
Of course, she got away this morning before I woke. It was all a huge mistake. Or if it wasn’t a mistake, it was a one off. Either way, she doesn’t want to have to hang around explaining herself to me.
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And there’s no reason she should.
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She can do better than me. She deserves better than me. She needs better than me. She needs a man with money, a position in the world and a future. She should be able to get back to her education. It may kill me but I have to keep away from her.
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That doesn’t mean I can’t protect her, though.
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The afternoon is tough, when she shows up at Lil’ Blossoms for Mimi. But I’m braced. It’s no worse than I deserve. I’m still the luckiest guy alive to have spent that golden night and given her some pleasure.
Chapter 12
Jessica
I spend the whole day with the chef on my ass—I swear, he would corner me in the larder if I gave him half a chance. What I wouldn’t give for just this one day off work right now. Last night was so insanely magical. But I know he’ll never come back. What man would want to walk into a train wreck my life is—I should’ve just kept to the sex.
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I know all too well he can do better for that too. For that, especially for certain. He can have all the beautiful women he wants. The way the moms at Lil’ Blossoms hang around him. Even Karen touches her neck and her hair, flicks and pulls on her skirt when she looks at him.
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Still, like a silly teenager, my heart’s jumping to be seeing him later when I pick Mimi up.
* * *
At the end of a shitty day, the chef making me feel every kind of all-round terrible, I make an awful mistake. I leave the restaurant in so much of a hurry, I don’t even change out of my uniform.
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I go to pick up Mimi and I’m still wearing it. Christian is there. He beams when he sees me. He is so nice.
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Then, across the street, I see Jake, leaning against a wall.
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I realize immediately. I grab Mimi. She doesn’t want to leave. She wants to stay. She wants me to talk to Christian. So I have to pull her and I hate it.
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I run to the car and as I’m driving away I can hardly see, my face is raining so hard.
* * *
He’s seen my uniform. Now he knows where I work.
Chapter 13
Christian
I call Crane. “You made an offer, Crane.”
* * *
“Anything, good buddy. Tell me what you need.”
I arrive early for the meet. The cop has picked a basement bar called Cheers. While I’m waiting for McCleary, who is late, I realize that Cheers seems to cater exclusively to men of the local PD.
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There may be a few women cops here but I haven’t seen them. The dancers who are all girls and mostly undressed might not be a huge appeal for them. This is really not my kind of place. There’s nothing I can do but wait it out though.
* * *
When McCleary finally waddles and wades between the tables to my place in the corner, he’s a cop who’s got to know a few too many doughnuts. His ruddy complexion and hooded eyes come with a thin smile that instinctively puts me on my guard.
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He sits, with his hands on the table top. He’s clearly waiting for me to buy drinks. I ask him what he wants, “Rye whiskey,” he says like asked him what he’d prefer to breathe, “with a chaser.”
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The barman comes to take the order, and McCleary is watching me.
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He doesn’t let the barkeep. “Wait, Andrew,” holding his eyes on mine.
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“What are you going to be drinking, Christian?”
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That’s two things I’d rather he hadn’t done. The first is to mention my name and I know he didn’t do that by accident. The other, obviously, is pressuring me to drink. I can do it, but only at a price. I’ll have the shakes for several days, fever, cold sweats. Fuck knows what else to go with it.
* * *
In the Corps, there were a few junkies on the squad. I didn’t judge them, The situations we faced out there, I don’t blame anybody for finding a hideout at the end of the day. What they went through to kick it, that’s what I got getting sober.
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But there’s no easy way. The choice is always, go through that, or go back into the bottle and stay there. No way am I doing that.
* * *
I hate this cop trying to intimidate me, using my own weakness against me. Not such an unusual tactic for a cop, though.
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“I’ll have a beer.” I can’t read the look on the barkeep’s face, but I’m in a cop bar, so I’m not counting on anyone to be on my side.
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McCleary takes his sweet fucking time over the beer, then waits for me to buy him another. When he finally gets to the meat of it, it’s all about what I’m going to do for him. I’m raging inside. I want to grab him by the throat, haul him up in front of his buddies and slam him against the wall. Tell him, I am bringing you a guaranteed solid bust, you asshole. All you have to do is come to get it.
* * *
I hold his eyes. I let him bully me into taking a shot of whiskey. But, in the end, we do get down to working out all the details.
* * *
He wants me to go in to the bar where Jake drinks. Act as the buyer and the stool pigeon.
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There is no need for it, that’s just how McCleary wants to see it go down. It’s how he’ll get his jollies.
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But I’ll do it. To right a wrong, to make some Jessica and Mimi safe, I’ll do it.
Black Annie a biker bar way out in the hills. A gray wood building in a clearing, surrounded by scrub and trees, Black Annie is on the end of a winding track. About fifty bikes are parked outside and I go in ahead, with no choice but to trust McCleary to keep his word. I take a cell phone, set to record—in a biker bar, that on its own is enough to get me killed. If I can get through the rest of this evening without being made to take another drink, that would be a bonus. I’m already buzzing and glistening with sweat.