His Brother's Wife

by Mia Ford

  This was new.

  Robert looked over his handiwork and crawled between my legs, dragging something with him. I watched silently as he moved his mouth between my legs and licked slow and hard. I dropped my head back and cried out as he teased the sensitive bud that was always ready for him.

  Robert teased me, alternating between licks and sucking me deep into his mouth. Oh, God. I jerked when I heard something vibrating and looked down to see him rubbing something blue against me. It was hitting my clit and I felt the response everywhere in my body as I came. “What is that?”

  “I did a little shopping for us. Did you know how many kinds of sex toys there are to stimulate your clit?” He asked as I breathed in deeply.

  “Never…thought…about…it,” I managed as he slid something inside of me, also vibrating and big. Robert did just fine doing that on his own. There was something to be said about the way he fucked me with whatever he had though, along with the way that it stroked everything inside of me as the speed increased. I let out a long cry as he pushed it in and out, waiting for me to beg for more. He loved having this little bit of control and I closed my eyes and rocked my hips against his hand. “Fuck me, Rob.”

  He did so in earnest, pumping it in and out of me as I moved with him as best I could with the restraints. I was just ready to come again when I felt his body move against mine as he entered me. “Molly, you feel so good,” he told me as he lifted my exhausted legs to his shoulders. “I love watching you come apart for me. Robert was hard and pulsing as he fucked me and I let go as my pussy gripped him, selfishly holding him inside of me. He jerked one more time, filling me as we both moaned.

  Robert dropped beside me, his arm splayed across my stomach as we both breathed in. That was one hell of a welcome to his new, permanent house in Mountain Home. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, smelling our sex in the air as I smiled weakly. “I hope you made a lot of purchases, Rob. I like the way you took me so hard and fast. I think it turned you on as much as it did me.”

  “You turn me on. It’s the way you respond to me and how wet your pussy gets. It’s how much you just give in and stop fighting it that way you wanted to in the beginning.” I had been like that, so shy and uncertain. Now I was an utter nympho and fine with it.

  Hot Deleted Scene 3: It’s going to be forever

  We walked into the house after a boisterous and emotional celebration at Keith and Marta’s. I was so sore from laughing and crying and felt Robert pull me against him. “You’re going to be my wife, Molly. I’ve never fucking wanted that before you. I’ve never wanted forever the way that I do with you.” He stroked the ring on my finger gently as I smiled as I wrapped my arm over his.

  We shut down the house and walked up the wide stairs to the bedroom where I kissed him. I pulled him against me and searched his mouth with my tongue, needing all my fiancé.

  My fiancé. I was going to marry Rob. My dream was coming true and I felt his arms slide around me as he pushed me slowly back towards the bed.

  We landed on it together, my legs wrapped around his body as he pressed into me and kissed me deeply. I loved the celebration with family about this event; the hugs and the emotion. But right now, I needed Rob in a different way. I needed him inside of me now and we moved apart to strip in an unspoken agreement.

  I pushed him down on the bed and he stared at me as I crawled over him. I leaned down to take his rigid cock into my mouth, sucking lightly as he groaned and slid a hand into my hair. I loved the taste of him, sweaty and salty at the tip where he was leaking out. My man was sexy, masculine and her made me wet as I continued to draw him into my mouth.

  I stroked my clit before moving up to kiss his chest and sink over his cock. Robert let out a guttural moan as I bit his nipple, holding me closer as I drew him into my mouth. “I love you,” he whispered as I whimpered and started to ride him. I wanted him deep inside and moved to nestle my face into his neck as I moved up and down, back and forth. He was everywhere as we made love, his hands on me and cock inside but I felt it everywhere. I felt it in my nipples, hard and pressed against him as I breathed him in.

  “I love you. You’re everything to me,” I murmured as I felt my body grip him and breathed out, gripping the pillows above his head. “I’m going to come, Rob.” It moved slowly at first and then like a freight train, taking me over as I came hard, the feeling pulsing through my body.

  He took a moment but rocked up inside of me as his heat joined mine, violent in its release as he cried my name. “I knew that I loved you when we met, Molly. I knew it when I kissed you the first time and felt your body wrapped around mine. You were a game changer from the start.”

  “I did, too. I’ve never felt the way I did with you the moment our eyes locked,” I whispered as I felt the pulsing aftershocks through my body. “I’m so glad that you moved here.”

  “I am, too. We’re going to settle here, baby. This town, this house. We’re going to have babies here and watch them grow up the best way possible.” I smiled at the idea of being pregnant with his babies and watching them grow up.

  Marta said the same thing tonight at our small party. With Nate and Noel getting married soon, she was over the moon about having grand babies. I knew that with her and Keith here as well as my parents, it would be a help. I could have it all.

  I felt him roll me to my back as the head of his erection pressed against me. Robert chuckled as he slid inside of me and filled me again, still slick with our come. He fucked me hard and slow; his lips on my ear, my jaw and then my lips. I cried out as he took me without abandon and gripped his back, my claws digging into him.

  Epilogue 2

  Robert

  I drove myself inside of my girl; my fiancée. I couldn’t believe that she said yes, even though I had no doubt that she would. I felt a wash of love, lust and a hundred other things.

  Her pussy was wet and hot, tight around my cock like it was the first time I was inside of her. I’d never forget that feeling and I thrust harder, needing to feel her wrapped around me.

  I used to live for work. Now that was just a way to keep this life that I had, and I was looking forward to everything else. I wanted to balance my life for a change and I knew that I’d have it all.

  I slid my arms under her arms, angling my body to slide against that spot that made her lose complete control and based on the sound that she made, I managed. Molly cried out and rocked against me as she came and I followed, filling her with my come as I pressed against her.

  I couldn’t wait to knock her up. I knew that we had to get married and a little more settled first, but I wanted kids with her. Three or four, whatever we could agree on.

  I finally stopped moving and settled over her for a moment, memorizing her hot, sweet skin. When I rolled to my side, I pulled her against me tightly and kissed her messy hair. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she whispered against me as I felt her relax.

  I played back all the times I’d felt Molly wrapped around me in my mind, hardening again as she giggled. She felt good from the start, so different than any other woman I’d ever been with. Innocence was sexy on Molly and I loved taking that away from her little by little though I’d always see it in her face and eyes.

  “Do you ever get enough?” Molly whispered as I shook my head, knowing that she felt it.

  “Not of you,” I assured her as I felt her hand slide down and wrap around my half-hard shaft and stroke.

  “I can’t believe that you want me,” I heard her say, shock registering inside of me. “I can’t believe that I do this to you.”

  “Only you do.” I cupped her breast, pulling on her nipple as her grip tightened around me. Women had asked for a commitment from me in the past, a few times. I’d been running from it but I also didn’t want them. I didn’t need them the way I did Molly.

  We ended up making love again before we fell asleep. Our bodies were pressed against each other as I pulled her leg around me and angled my way insi
de of her.

  How the fuck was she always so tight and wet for me? Molly groaned as I slid deep inside of her and I gripped her hips to move harder, faster.

  “I want you pregnant,” I told her as I kept moving, hearing her gasp. ‘I want to fuck a baby inside of you, Molly.”

  “Yes,” she cried out as she gripped my neck. “I want that.”

  We kept rocking together, hard and rough as we searched for a mutual release. I wanted to come with her and I gripped her ass. My fingers moving close to her tight hole as she cried out. “Fuck, Molly.” I grunted as I kept pushing. I was barely inside of her, the tip of my finger barely pressing into her ass as Molly shook and cried out my name

  That was next on my list and I smiled as I joined her, our voices rising together. I finally found the meaning to my life.

  Hot Seller: Going Deep

  Blurb

  Getting down, dirty and deep is what I do best.

  Because I'm an undercover cop & a bad boy at heart

  Let's just say that women love to get under the covers with me

  Especially when they know what I'm packing in my jeans...

  I'm all set to take down the South Side Gang

  I've got Richie Silvestri in my sights

  All I gotta do is wait, watch, listen, then make my move

  It should be just another day in the life of Detective Danny O'Shea

  But then she comes: Hannah, Richie's little sister

  She's the finest piece of a$$ I've ever seen

  She is smoking hot with a mouth to watch

  And all I now think of is burying myself between her thighs

  But Hannah is a tough nut to crack

  It's going to take more than my bad boy charm to get those legs spread

  But I'll keep working her, cause that's what I do

  And once I taste her, the whole South Side will explode into flames

  Chapter One: Detective Daniel Dutton

  Sometimes it was hard being an undercover cop.

  Sometimes it was harder than others.

  Like now, for instance.

  It was hard as a rock.

  “Jesus, you’re good at that,” I sighed, sucking the night air in quickly through my gritted teeth. My head clunked back against the dirty brick wall I was leaning against. I barely felt it because all the sensation in my body had pooled in my cock. The girl’s tongue was hot and wet, hotter than the sweltering night air. It slid over my salty flesh like warm butter.

  I felt like I was melting, she was that good. My knees felt like they might dissolve, just puddle onto the ground, leaving my body to flounder in the cesspool of stink and rot and filth that filled this back alley.

  The thumping bass of the music inside the dive bar matched the pounding of my heart as the girl—what was her name again?—sucked the head of my cock, teasing and tasting my sweaty flesh like a refreshing Popsicle. Even the sounds she made had me thinking of yummy summer treats.

  Devouring slices of watermelon.

  Sucking a straw full of thirst-quenching lemonade.

  Licking at those snow cones I used to get as a kid.

  A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face, and as I wiped it away, she gulped my cock all the way down her throat. I lost all thought after that. I ignored the snickers from some partiers passing the alley. I forgot about the scrape of my head against the brick. I stopped caring about the mosquitos buzzing around my face. My cock was held in a warm vise, being massaged and caressed by the smooth column of her throat and tongue, drawing out drops of precum, which she eagerly swallowed.

  That tiny movement made me grit my teeth. The sensation was too good to give up. I refused to come. My greedy cock wanted more.

  Danny O’Shea, underworld bad boy, had a reputation to uphold in this shitty town. There was no way I was gonna blow my load this quick, not knowing that this dame would spread the news of our encounter like wildfire, either furthering my reputation of a bad boy with a big cock or as a shit head who couldn’t hold back his cum for more than five minutes.

  I lived and died by my reputation, my legend, the other cops called it.

  There was no way one amazing blowjob was going to ruin that.

  I slid my fingers through her sweaty blonde hair and pulled her closer, ramming my cock even farther into the tight recesses of her mouth. She responded by clutching my ass and clinging tighter, trying to take every inch, and that did it.

  My body tensed then shuddered and I couldn’t help but moan. I erupted like a kinked firehose that had been twisted free, shooting so much cum down her throat I couldn’t imagine how she swallowed it all. My cock jerked and lunged to the beat of the music coming through the open door, but that didn’t stop this girl. She kept on sucking and licking, her mouth a siphon, drawing out every drop I had in my body until I had nothing more to give.

  She released my cock with a little pop from her lips. I glanced down to see some drops of cum glistening at the corner her mouth. Without hesitation, she wiped her lips with one finger and stuck it into her mouth with a smile.

  I let go of her shoulders, then stepped back to run my hands through my hair, pushing the sweat back through the long locks, plastering it to my head. A cool shower was in order, but of course that wasn’t on my agenda tonight. At least not yet. For now, I had other plans.

  “I think I owe you a drink,” I said as I glanced down at her. Her hand was still holding my now withering cock. She was caressing it lovingly.

  “Just a drink?” she asked coyly, gazing up with luminous green eyes that practically glowed in the sputtering light above the door. Her fake eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. “Aren’t you gonna let me ride that big thing tonight, Danny?” She pulled my cock to its full flaccid length. It twitched in response.

  I smiled and tugged a strand of her hair to get her attention. I loved blowjobs as much as the next guy, but I didn’t have time to sample all of this girl’s talents, at least not tonight.

  “I’d love that, doll, but I’ve gotta see a guy about a job.”

  “I just gave you a job,” she said.

  “Sorry, not tonight.”

  “Fine,” she said with a pouty smile. She planted one last kiss on the tip of my cock and let it go. I stuffed it back into my jeans before she opted to try again.

  “Rain check then,” she said as she got off her knees. She tugged her tight red mini dress down to cover her ass. It was a nice ass, and she was probably a nice girl, but I never dated any girl who hung out in dive bars and gave blowjobs in a back alley. Not good for my wellbeing or survival. It wouldn’t pay for anyone to put together that Danny O’Shea, bad boy renegade and criminal opportunist, was actually Detective Daniel Dutton, Vice Division, Chicago P.D.

  I zipped up my jeans then dug in my pocket for some money. I held out a twenty.

  Another pout. Her cherry lipstick was smeared all over her mouth. Not a good look for her. She plucked the money from my fingers.

  “I was hoping we could at least have a drink together,” she said softly as she caressed the money over her face.

  “No can’t do, sweetheart. Not tonight.”

  “Are you sure?” She took a step toward me, but I held up my hands. Man, this chick didn’t know when to quit. I wasn’t used to women not taking no for an answer. I gave her a firm look and shook my head.

  “Maybe another night,” I said. “Like I said, I’ve gotta see a guy about a job.”

  She shoved the money into her swollen cleavage. Nice tits to go with that tight ass. Still, a skank was a skank. I could never take her home to meet Pops, or my siblings—all seven of them in the tradition of good Irish folks—would have a field day with this girl, although my brother Paddy would have tapped that ass in a New York minute.

  “I thought you really liked me, Danny,” she said, trying to sound hurt. Her voice had taken on an annoying, whining tone, and that did it. I needed her gone. No blowjob out there was worth putting up with a whining woman.

  I
dug in my pocket and yanked out another twenty. What difference did it make? I was going to expense it anyway. Her eyes brightened, and her lashes fluttered in her excitement as she held out her hand.

  The crash inside the bar came right on cue, and a beer bottle came flying through the door to smash against the opposite wall of the alley. She flinched and ducked as she glanced toward the open door.

  Inwardly, I smiled. Things were progressing right on cue.

  Another bottle hurtled through the door, hitting the dumpster and shattering into glistening shards. A body spilled into the alley and rolled several feet to land in the glass.

  The girl snatched the money from my hand, and stuffed it into her cleavage with the other bill. “Gotta go before the cops get here. See ya soon, Danny. My pussy will be hot and ready when you are.”

  “Good to know,” I said. “Now, scram.”

  She could run fast in those five-inch stilettos. I took a moment to watch her ass flex and shake as she rounded the corner onto the sidewalk, then rubbed my hands together and took a deep breath.

  “It’s show time, folks,” I said.

  I headed into the Rack ’Em Up Bar to begin tonight’s act two in the life as Dirty Danny O’Shea.

  Chapter Two: Hannah Silvestri

  The sounds and smells of the city filtered through the gauzy curtains over my windows when a whisper of a breeze came through. The night was hot and mostly still, one of those nights in Chicago where everyone and everything seems a hairsbreadth away from melting. The ancient air conditioner jammed into the other window had died two days before, and though I’d asked three or four times, no one had come to fix it yet.

  The rhythmic thump of Girls, Girls, Girls filtered through the floor from the club below. Lucky me, I lived above Pussy Whipped, my brother’s strip club. Any money my brother made went back into the club or into his pocket, not in the areas no one saw. It was a shithole apartment and he let me live there free, so in his mind, I had little right to bitch about anything. The paint was peeling on every wall, and the ceiling had a crack that leaked water in a heavy rain. This had caused a huge stain that looked disgusting and was probably festering into deadly mole, but at least it was on the ceiling, so I never looked up and tried not to think about the tiny spores burrowing not my lungs.