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I can’t, and I don’t bother fighting the inevitable either. She wants me just as much as I want her. Pushing me on the bed with my head falling on the soft pillows filled with her scent, she kisses me and steals the opportunity of me resisting control.

A sweet taste amplifies as her little tongue brushes pass the barrier of my teeth, and I taste the sugary flavor she had put into her water.

She’s bold when she trails down my neck with her pretty lips. She’s curious when she grinds her hot pussy against my cock, and she’s determined when her teeth sink into my skin just above my pulse.

My hips jerk, lunging up and pressing tightly against her clothed cunt. I knead her ass, letting the plumpness spill between my fingers as she wiggles her ass.

Scarletta is a virgin. That is a fact that I know, and I can swear by it. Her body has never been touched by a man, and yet, she’s following her instincts with wetness clinging to her panties.

Damn her dresses for teasing me every day, but also bless that soft fabric for letting my cock feel just how soaked she is through my pants.

Every tortuous day with her prancing around me with her short dresses and expecting me to be a decent man is like asking a criminal to not commit their signature crime.

It’s not possible, but I have conquered the impossible. I haven’t done anything remotely inappropriate to her. I still have my morals and Cal to answer to. I can’t betray them, but those two go out of my mind when she shakily moans.

It’s the prettiest sound I have ever heard. “Are you sure you want this, baby?”

She murmurs, too softly under her breath to be understood. Her action says a lot as her small hands tug on my shirt, and that material is flying over my head with haste as I toss it away.

She smiles, palming at the tent in my pants and squeezing my cock with her small hand. I don’t have to be asked twice to start peeling my pants off as she slips off her red dress.

Her closet fits her name; those red dresses are as short and thin as they can be without breaking the line of being cheap. My baby is expensive, beautiful, and priceless. No one can be compared to her, and no one will be able to step foot within our world without going through my corpse.

I hiss, stomach tightening as her little fingers wrap around the thick girth of my cock as she marvels at the size. Her amber eyes glow with want and sheer lust as her pink tongue flicks over the head.

The bead of cum drifts into her mouth, and she mewls. She is trying to kill me with those naïve and curious strokes, but I don’t dare to move an inch as I let her explore.

“So big,” she whispers, awe and amazement clouding her bright eyes.

My cock jumps at her compliment as she holds my cock up because it was too heavy that it was beginning to lay on my stomach. It’s obscene seeing her pure hands can’t wrap around my thickness, but I almost stopped breathing when her wet, hot, tight mouth takes me in her throat.

First time and I’m halfway down her throat. Pulling back, Scarletta makes a loud noise with no regard to the room that isn’t soundproof. Diving back down, her lips wrap tightly around my cock, slurping and stroking the base where she couldn’t take me in her throat.

I don’t usually cum this quick, and my hands have been a constant improvement, but it can’t beat the willing mouth of my Scarletta.

“Please let me go, Mr. Wolf,” she slurs, teary amber eyes water more as she pouts.

Her hands rub slick up and down on my shaft, as she cups my balls with her soft hand and bats her thick lashes at me. She could ask me to commit treason, and I would do it in a heartbeat.

“Baby—” I choke, hips bucking up as her finger teasingly taps the tip with drooling cum. “I—fuck, it’s dangerous.”

“But you’ll be with me,” she argues. “You can protect me. I know you can.”

I don’t reject that idea as my pride swells in my chest. Being a detective means I have to have the physicality to chase after suspects, and I’m strict with myself, so I never let my suspect get away unless it is beyond my control.

“You’re strong,” she purrs, kissing my cock with slick lips.

A squeeze to the shaft and a lick to my balls, she greedily sucks on the vein and trails up to wrap her lips around the tip with a hum. I ground my teeth, balls tight and stomach even tighter as the need to cum is just seconds away.

“You’re big.” She strokes my cock in emphasis. “No one can hurt me with you there.”

I pull her head up, her hair tangled between my fingers, and she moans at the pain. “Get your ass up here.”

She happily complies.

Chapter Nine

Scarletta

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