Page 65 of Whistleblower

“Yes?” I gasp. I’m regretting the denial request already. I want him and judging by the wicked smile on his face, I’m not sure if relief for the ache I have is on the way.

“It’s been a very long night.”

“I’m not tired,” I insist.

“Good. Then I want you to use your lips to paint my cock red.”

TWENTY-THREE

LINC

“What’s the safe word, Eden?”

She’s getting drenched on her knees in the steamy shower. She’s been sucking me for so long that the water has gone from scalding to barely warm, but neither of us cares. She slowly pulls her mouth away from my throbbing dick to answer me.

“You’re going to have to remember all by yourself, Linc. Because I’m not going to say it.” She doesn’t wait for a response. Immediately, she engulfs me again, twirling her tongue around my tip like it’s her favorite flavored lollipop.

I asked her to paint my cock, and she did. Just for good measure, she planted kisses up and down my shaft so I could see the imprint of her lips in red all over. But the lipstick marks have long since washed away under her fancy shower head with the powerful stream.

For such a small apartment, it’s an enormous shower. My arm span is barely wide enough to brace myself against the tile and glass door, but I stretch to hold myself steady as Eden expertly sucks me into submission. Fuck, it’s amazing. I inhale and exhale deeply whenever my balls clench, trying to calm my brewing orgasm because we’re in a battle of endurance. She knows it, I know it. One of us will cave first. Either her knees will give out on the hard floor, or I’m going to spill all over her pretty tits.

Hunching over, I weave my hands through her soaked hair and guide her away from my cock. Her eyes lift to meet mine. “If you can’t speak to say the safe word, tap my arm. I’ll stop immediately. Understand?”

She nods enthusiastically, understanding exactly what I’m about to do. “You can come in my mouth, by the way.”

I raise my brows. “You swallow?”

“Not for any other man.”

I smirk. When she talks like that I feel like a starving shark in the middle of a feeding frenzy. I can only focus on one thing. All mine. She’s all fucking mine. “Is this a first-time thing, or are you always so generous with your mouth?”

“For you, I’ll be generous with everything.” She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. I have to fist my tip tightly, to control the pounding.

“This won’t take me much longer,” I admit. “Is that what you want?” She nods wordlessly. “Good girl. Open wider.”

Tightening my grip on her hair, I slide into her mouth, inching slowly until I feel her adjust her breathing comfortably to her nose. She cups and strokes my sack gently like she’s admiring me.

Once she’s steady, I fuck her mouth, hard. Touching the back of her throat with every thrust, I’m half thrashing into her, half pulling her mouth over my cock by my fist in her hair. She’s trying so hard not to gag and sputter, but her eyes begin to water. Everything is wet. Her saliva pools and drips, mixing with the beads of water still raining over us.

“Let me know, Precious,” I grunt, as I pick up the pace, “if you can’t handle it.” Her mouth is slick and warm, making a mess out of my throbbing cock. She wins. Her tolerance rules over mine. “Fuck, Eden. You’re too good, baby.”

Releasing her hair, I step back, gripping myself firmly. “Push your perfect tits together. Now,” I growl, as I feel the swell of pressure hurricane in my balls.

She does as she’s told, and with one quick thrust in between her soft supple fleshy breasts, I shoot into her hair, her chin, all over her chest, coat her pink nipples, and dribble down her belly.

I step back and admire her for a moment, looking as vulnerable as a woman can. She’s on her knees, completely naked, wet, and close to shivering. It’s right now, in this very moment that I realize what I’m so attracted to. Her openness. She’s vulnerable enough to cry for strangers, intelligent enough to teach kindness, and she shows mercy to those who don’t deserve it. Yet, she’s also brave enough to demand from me all her depraved desires.

She’s everything.

From now on, I’m the only man she kneels for like this. Because she’s safe with me. I respect her. I appreciate her. I revel in this gift. I’ll take care of her if she lets me. Eden’s words from earlier, in the interrogation room, knock around my head. The burden she carries… She doesn’t have to do it alone anymore. Not while I still have a pulse.

“Linc?”

“Yes?”

“Are you finished? I want to get up.”

Lifting her up by the elbows, I pull her off her reddened knees, slightly cursing myself for bending rule number one. I press her into my body and spin us around so she’s under the last remnants of the warm water. Grabbing a bar of soap from a nook in the tile wall, I begin to rub it over her shoulders. The pleasant smell of something sweet and minty fills the shower.

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