I dropped back down to my knees and didn't fuck around this time. I went right for what I wanted. I pressed my nose between her legs and inhaled right from the source. I nuzzled in closer, shutting my eyes and savoring her scent like the connoisseur of pussy that I was as an appreciative groan rumbled up out of me. Fuck, it was so good. I flicked my tongue out and took a single slow lick up the center of her deliciousness, my first taste just as luscious and honey sweet as I'd imagined, maybe even better. Lu gasped in a little breath, then moaned softly in pleasure. I wanted more. I wanted to hear her plead and beg to come on my tongue, right before I told her no. I grinned and set to work.
I'd always loved eating pussy, and it was one of my favorite things, but Lu's was in a different stratosphere. The taste and feel of this woman on my tongue was like nothing I'd experienced before. I'd died and gone to heaven. I began working her clit with precision, teasing at the little nub, never really giving it my full attention, and dipping lower to circle her opening now and again to keep things interesting as I drove her toward the edge.
It didn't take long. Within moments, I had her right where I wanted her, her body strung tight and reaching for release as her juices soaked my chin.
I smiled against her pussy lips as she let out her first frustrated whine. It was music to my ears. I worked her over again and again, alternating the intensity and keeping her teetering right on the edge but never quite sending her over. Her moans and whimpers turned more and more desperate until she finally began viciously and thoroughly cursing me out in Spanish. It made my cock throb and ache for her even more. Shit, I didn't know how much longer I could wait to get my dick inside her. Then just before I'd reached my limit, I got what I wanted.
"Por favor, mi Rey," she begged, her voice now soft and pleading. "Let me come."
I ignored her and continued torturing her, this time bringing her so close to release that I had to pull away completely to keep her from coming. I looked up as I licked her taste from my lips to see her pained and pathetic expression. It filled me with dark satisfaction.
"Please, Scotty. Please!" she wailed out almost hysterically, her eyes wild and welling with actual tears of frustration now.
Wow, I really liked it when she called me Scotty, and the pleading tone of it sent my libido into a raging inferno in an instant. I flew to my feet, gripped the sides of her face in my hands, and kissed her. It was complete sensory overload at that point, the sweet nectar of her cunt mixing with the delicious taste of her lips, the combination of her arousal and the scent of magnolia blossoms filling my nose, and the soft whimpers coming out of her mouth falling on my ears. It was sheer perfection as I fed on her like a starving man, growling and thrusting my dick against her body in wanton desperation. Fuck, I was on the brink of losing control again, and I wasn't ready to let the beast out yet. Luisa's punishment wasn't over yet. I somehow found the strength to pull my lips away from hers.
"Uh, uh, babe," I chided as I reached down to slide my fingers between her pussy lips. "Not until you take the rest of your punishment." Hot damn, she was so fucking wet, so swollen and ready for me. I couldn't help myself and pressed my middle finger into her slick channel, so warm and tight. Luisa made a needy and unintelligible noise as she tried to fuck herself on my hand.
"Please, mi Rey," she whimpered. "Haven't I been tortured enough?"
I cocked my head thoughtfully for a second, then shook my head. "No, I don't think so," I said as I pulled my finger out of her. When she shot a glare at me, I merely sucked the finger covered in her juices into my mouth with a low hum of appreciation. It was goddamn ambrosia.
She opened her mouth to more than likely curse me out again, but my hand flew out, and I landed a sudden and unexpected slap to her exposed pussy that turned whatever she as going to say into a wail that was quickly followed by a low moan of pleasure.
"Dios mío," she murmured between panting breaths. "What the hell?" she added incredulously, her expression slightly befuddled even as lust still darkened her eyes.
"I told you I would make it feel good," I said smugly as I gave her a smirk and eyed her archly. "Do you want more, babe?"
"Hell fucking yeah, I do," came her immediate and vehement answer.
I grinned in satisfaction and gave her what she wanted, abruptly slapping her cunt again with no warning. Her wail was even louder this time. I loved it.
"Don't you dare come, Luisa," I warned her in a low threatening rumble when she quieted.
She'd been damn close the second time, and it wouldn't take much more. She cursed me out again between gasping breaths, her eyes still raw and feral. I gave her two more, pulling another cry from her throat with each one. She was beautiful in her arousal and part of me wanted to watch her riding the edge like this forever, but I knew she'd reached her limit. Frankly, so had I. I needed to be inside her before I went fucking insane. I brought my mouth in close to her ear, her panting breaths feathering my neck as my lips brushed over her skin.
"Next time I do this," I growled out in a deep husky voice. "I'm using a flogger."
Lu gasped at my words, her eyes widening in stunned shock.
"Come," I commanded just as I slapped her pussy once more and pressed a finger down on her clit.
She stilled for a beat as she sucked in another breath, then threw her head back and screamed out her release. She flew apart as her entire body convulsed in her chains, their rattling echoing around the room.
Hell fucking yes.
Her scream went on and on, her voice turning hoarse and her body starting to sag in her chains as her pleasure overtook her. Swiftly, I uncuffed her before she could hurt herself and lowered her still writhing body down to the soft rug under our feet as she moaned out my name.
I moved away from her just long enough to grab a condom out of my nearby discarded pants. I had the foil ripped open and the rubber on my aching dick in record time, before finally and thankfully settling my hips between Luisa's thighs. I paused to stare down at this gorgeous creature beneath me.
"Please, Scotty," she whimpered out as her eyes locked on mine with a heat that hadn't been diminished one damn bit by her orgasm. She reached for me with a whimper, desperation in every line of her luscious body as she pulled me down closer, our heated sweat-slicked skin coming into delicious contact. "Tómame, mi Rey." Take me, my King.
Fuck, yes. How could I not give her what she wanted so badly, since I wanted it just as much?
"Sí, mi tentadora," I murmured against her lips as I notched the head of my cock against her soaked opening. "Sí."
I pressed forward, both of us gasping the instant I breached her. I slowly slid into her gorgeous little body, so soft and warm and tight, a part of me wondering how much better it would feel if I was bare inside her. What the hell? I'd never even entertained the idea of going bareback with a woman after getting clean from the drugs and booze, let alone actually had sex without a condom since. I had no idea where that insanity was coming from, but I was too lost in my lust to put too much thought into it. I shoved it back down where it came from, and focused on the here and now.
Lu wrapped her arms and legs around me as I pushed in deeper. She fit me like a goddamn glove, every inch of her sweet little pussy squeezing me tight and surrounding me in sheer feminine perfection. I stilled when I hit the end of her and fought my release with all the strength I possessed as Lu moaned and squirmed beneath me in desperation, her nails digging into my back. My dick liked that a lot, and jerked inside her as I came within a hair's breath of coming and barely fought it down. It was time to move, or I was going to end up humiliating myself.
I pulled back and thrust back in with a hard snap of my hips. "Fuck," I groaned and closed my eyes as pleasure shot through me in a rush. I did it again, this time opening my eyes to see Lu's eyes roll back into her head.
"Scotty," she moaned my name.
"Luisa," I replied breathlessly, then kissed her as I finally let myself go and began pumping in and out of her with
bestial intensity.
Within moments, she was coming undone, her pussy squeezing down on me like a vise as I fucked her into the floor through her orgasm. She grew even wetter as she came, her slickness coating my balls and upper thighs. I fucked her harder, our kiss faltering until all I could do was breath in Lu's cries of pleasure as our lips touched, and she came again and again beneath me. So. Fucking. Good.
Another few moments later, the first stirrings of my release licked up my spine as it came for me. A moment later, electric fire surged out from my balls and radiated outward, incinerating me with a scorching and wondrous heat as it ripped through me. I let out a loud and guttural roar of completion as I drilled one last time into Lu's G-spot with brutal precision. I stilled as she clamped down on me and milked my dick of every last drop of pleasure I could give her. She wailed and contorted under me, her nails sinking into my back again as she clutched me to her and held on tight until we both came down from heaven in a sweaty pile of limbs.
When my brain could function again, I pulled out of Lu and moved away just long enough to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash near the door. Then I returned to the floor next to her, gathered her limp and sated body into my arms, and rolled onto my back until she was draped across my body, her own living breathing mattress. I held her close and breathed her in as she fell asleep, a feeling of deep contentment and rightness, that I didn't understand or even try to contemplate, flowing through my entire being.
I didn't know how it was possible after the first incredible time our bodies came together, but it was even better the second time. And deep down inside, as I started to drift off , I somehow just knew that it would keep getting better. Every. Fucking. Time.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
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Lu
The week was passing slowly, and I couldn't focus on work for shit. It was midday on Wednesday, and I was currently sitting at my desk in the squad room with a slew of file folders spread out in front of me with my mind elsewhere. The mind-numbing paperwork that sucked, the interviews and suspect interrogations I usually relished, and the tedious legwork that at least got me out of the station, all were overshadowed by one cocky arrogant sexy as hell man. Scott Conrad.
I couldn't get him and Saturday night in that private room out of my head. I have no idea how he'd managed to top the first time, but he had, and it had been incredible. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life. I kept daydreaming about him and losing focus. I kept dreaming of him at night and waking up breathless and turned on beyond all belief. It wasn't helping that he'd been periodically sending me suggestive texts and explicit images from the Internet of the things he wanted to do to me over the last few days. I may or may not have been sexting him back in a few moments of weakness. Let's just say that my vibrator was getting one hell of workout this week.
On the up side, Scott and I had managed to rule out one of the suspects in Tasha's and the other girl's murders, so there was that. It made me feel a little better about being preoccupied with thoughts of Scott, and his incredible body and sexual prowess. Especially since I was pretty sure that Warren and the homicide squad hadn't gotten anywhere on the case so far. I'd been keeping tabs on their comings and goings as much as I could, and knew those file folders I briefly pilfered last week were currently sitting untouched on top of one of the chaotic piles on his desk.
I looked across the room toward his desk and narrowed my eyes at the jerk in question as he worked at his sloppy desk in his sloppy clothes. Just looking at him irked me off. I really want to go over there and demand to know why he'd gotten nowhere on this case considering his usual turnover rate, but thought better of it. The less attention I drew to myself, the better. I did not want my own unauthorized investigation into it to be discovered. I'd probably get fired, if not charged with obstruction or something worse.
I sighed deeply and stared down at my hands. Who was I, and what was I turning into? I'd never done anything to jeopardize my career like this before. My job was everything to me, yet I couldn't manage to feel any remorse for what I'd chosen to do. I didn't know what that said about me and my moral standards. Probably not much. I sighed and slumped dejectedly in my chair.
"Mi pequeña sol," a familiar smooth male voice suddenly said behind me with warm affection. My little sunshine.
I instantly smiled and turned in my chair to see my father approaching me with a wide grin and a bag of what I knew would be lunch for me in his hand. A few of my fellow officers nearby called out greetings to my dad. They were used to seeing him here frequently.
Enzo Tavarez was only five foot nine, but a solidly muscular man in his mid fifties. He was strong and tenacious with an easy smile and warm yet sharply intelligent brown eyes like mine. His dark hair and beard were more gray than brown now with facial features that were unmistakably similar to my own. Mom dated him for a short time before their relationship predictably imploded, just like all her others. They had already broken up by the time she found out she was pregnant with me, but he had tried to be as much a part of my life as he was able.
I was fortunate to have him in my life. My sister Emilia wasn't so lucky. Her father never wanted anything to do with her, and she'd long ago given up on having a relationship with him. She even went so far as to legally change her last name from her father's to Mom's, which was Flores.
"Hi, Dad," I greeted him happily as I watched him walk toward me with a slight hitch in his gait that most people didn't even notice, but I always did.
It was a stark reminder to me of how close I came to losing him and the very real dangers of being a cop. He was one too until three years ago when a shot gun blast cost him his leg just below the knee and his career as a police officer.
He'd been involved in a shoot-out with a couple of holed up armed robbers. Dad had been lucky it was his leg and not his head that they'd blown off before the fuckers died in a hail of police gunfire. He now had a prosthesis on his right leg, and an early retirement to show for it. It could have been so much worse, and I was grateful everyday that my dad was still alive.
"I hadn't heard from you in a while, mija," he said as he stopped next to me and set the paper bag on my desk. "And your old man worries."
"I'm sorry, Dad," I said with a grimace. "It's been a crazy few weeks."
Crazy weeks preoccupied with a case I shouldn't be anywhere near, and spending time in a place I never dreamed I would with an infuriating man I shouldn't want anything to do with. And yet here I was doing all that. I wasn't ashamed of the sexual part of things, but I certainly didn't want my father knowing about it. No, it was the investigation I was conducting with a civilian, and the classified information I shared with that same civilian that really bothered me. I was pretty sure he'd be ashamed of his little girl if he found out.
"I know how that goes," he commiserated, yet with a sad and wistful cast to his eyes.
I knew he missed being a cop. It had been his whole life before it was taken from him. He'd been just as dedicated to being a cop as I was, or at least I used to be since now I was risking my career by breaking the rules and ethics of being an officer of the law. And here comes more guilt. I shoved it away with little success.
I watched Dad wince as he took a seat in the chair next to my desk and carefully stretched out his right leg in front of himself. He must be having one of his bad days where the phantom limb pain hit him hard. Even after all this time the pain could still torment him, and he told me once that it sometimes hurt so badly that it was worse than when he actually got shot. Thankfully, it didn't appear to be that bad today. He opened the bag to pull out a sandwich wrapped in brown paper and handed it to me, before taking one out for himself.
"How's your sister holding up?" Dad asked as I opened my sandwich. It was my favorite, a turkey club.
"She's doing okay, I guess, considering what happened," I answered with a frown and another flash of guilt over my unauthorized investigation.
; I told Dad about Tasha's murder the day after it happened. It was the last time we talked. I hadn't talked to my sister as much as I should have since then either, even though it was because I was trying to find the killer.
"She's a good kid," Dad said with a sympathetic expression as he unwrapped his ham and swiss. "She deserves better than this and all the other shit hands she's been dealt." I completely agreed.
My father had gone out of his way over the years to include Emilia whenever my little sister wanted to join us in the plans we'd made to spend time together. He'd always been kind to my sister and understanding of my relationship with her. He never made her feel like she was a bother to him in any way. He had nothing but disdain for Emilia's father, making it very clear to me many times what he thought of a man who didn't do right by his kid. My dad was a good man. Great, now the guilt was starting to dampen my appetite, and my first bite of my sandwich tasted like nothing. I chewed and forced it down as I stared at it dejectedly. Suddenly, Dad's hand came up to rest on my arm.
"Mija, no estés preocupada, todo se arreglará." Honey, don't worry, everything will work out. His voice was soft and reassuring as he rubbed my arm comfortingly
I looked up to meet his warm familiar gaze. "Thanks, Dad." I somehow managed a small smile for him. "Te amo."
"Love you too, niña," he said with affection, then we ate in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. "So...you never did tell me how that blind date Emilia set you up on went."
I snorted out a laugh. I'd forgotten all about that Jaxon asshole.
"That bad, huh?" Dad asked with raise brows.
"Let's just say he got off easy when I kicked him in the balls instead of shooting them."
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