Page 71 of Off the Hook

“That’s good,” she said as she set her mug on the end table, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “Because I’m not going anywhere, mister.”

Her fingertips snaked into my chest hair as she kissed a trail down my abs. Before I knew what was happening, she pulled my boxers down and slipped my half-chubby into her mouth.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” I stammered, trying to pull her back up to my chest despite my cock growing in her mouth. “We don’t have time for this.”

She looked up, locking my gaze and didn’t let up until I was rock hard. Gripping my shaft, her lips slid off my cock. “They call it a quickie for a reason.”

“We’re not very good at quickies,” I said, gasping as she took my dick deep into her throat. Most of our sex had been marathon sessions. We’d become more insatiable with every passing day, as if the more we explored one another, the more we wanted to know.

“Well, there’s only one way to improve our quickie performance,” she said, climbing up to straddle me. “Practice makes perfect.”

Her hand moved between her legs to shift her tiny red lace panties to the side before she slid herself onto my hardness.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I groaned, cupping her breasts in my palms as she rode my cock.

Faith leaned over to kiss me, and somehow our teeth didn’t collide while she moved harder and faster. When I felt the tingle rising from the base of my cock, I realized she was accomplishing her goal faster than I’d anticipated.

“Hang on now,” I protested as adamantly as I could, slipping my hand between her legs. My thumb found the spot I’d spent hours studying. “Don’t make me come before you do.”

“It’s okay, babe,” she said in a breathy groan. “It’s a quickie. You can get me later.”

I stared her deep in the eyes while my thumb flicked over her hardened nub. “I’ll get you now,andlater,” I said, safely backfrom the brink of climax while I focused on her pleasure. “And over and over, every chance I get.” My rubbing her clit so fervently made her slow down enough to enjoy it. A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Nothing turns me on more than pleasing you.”

“Then I’m the lucky one,” she groaned, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m the luckiest man alive,” I said, honing in on her pulsing clit. “I love you, babe, more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Her eyes widened in shock at hearing the words that we’d never said. “I love you, too. So fucking much it hurts.”

“I promise that’s the only way I’ll ever hurt you,” I said, rubbing her faster. When she started to moan, I reached up to twist her nipple. Her eyes drifted closed, so I twisted harder and said, “Look at me.” She blinked at me, half-dazed with desire, still lifting and lowering herself on my length while I flicked her clit feverishly. “Look at me while you come on that cock, beautiful.”

“Oh fuck, Coulter.” Her head fell back.

My pinch tightened on her nipple, my hips bucking under her. “Look at me.”

The desperation in her eyes while the orgasm overtook her made my dick throb with an intensity that only Faith had ever achieved. I gritted my teeth and held back until her moans started to wane.

Moving quickly to grab her ass, I lifted her off me just in time. My dick slapped down to spew onto my stomach. Faith’s hips wiggled to lower onto me, the slight roughness of the lace on one side contrasting with the silky feel of herpussy rolling over my shaft, while the waves of ecstasy moved through me.

Faith collapsed onto my chest in a heap, panting in my ear. “See, wecando quickies.”

“You proved your point, Detective.”

After catching her breath, Faith peeled herself off my chest. “I suppose we’d better shower,” she said, eyeing the messy remnants slathered on both our bellies now.

“Definitely, but don’t even think about a round two in there,” I said as she swung her tanned and toned leg over me and popped to her feet. “We’ve got to hurry,” I added, trotting behind her.

“Alright. But later…” Faith called back over her shoulder, with a naughty look in her blue eyes..

“Later,” I said, softly slapping her firm butt while she bent over to turn on the faucet, “I’ll take my time and make sure you get at least a couple more of those big O’s.”

CHAPTER 34

FAITH

Weddings never appealed to me. The pompous pageantry of most of the ones I’d felt obligated to attend in Miami felt superficial and stale. But Corinne and Trevor’s impromptu ceremony was nothing like those. The majestic lighthouse towered behind us, rising from the crystal clear turquoise water toward the clear blue sky in the golden-hour light.

Coulter and I stood hand in hand on the Paradise Key shuttle boat, watching Corinne walk down the short aisle to the stern. Trevor beamed with pride beneath an arch of white lilies and roses as his bride approached.

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