Page 50 of Grave Kisses
“Well, my source told me that he is the head of a crime family. He works in law enforcement for obvious reasons. The old chief died, so he is just finishing out his term. I don’t know why, though, not that I plan on asking anyway.”
“Ah, well, as long as I don’t end up as pig feed,” I say.
“Nah. You’ll be okay,” he says. “Andre DeLuca is known for being a pretty reasonable guy.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, snapping my head to him.
“Andre DeLuca?” he asks, glancing at me. “What? You know him?”
“Uh… you know… I think you’ve got this, boss. You go on ahead of me,” I say with a nervous laugh.
“Oh no. Spill it, Chrissy. What is it?”
“So… I… ugh! I had a one-night stand with him… He caught me spying on someone in his club for a client. The wife of the guy who was fucking strippers last month… Well… Wow, I’m a whore.”
“No, you are not,” he laughs. “I’m curious because I fucked you across my desk before you left to go there.”
“We weren’t… I didn’t… I’m sorry. I didn’t even…”
“We weren’t dating yet, baby. Don’t apologize to me,” he says. “So you got fucked in his club?”
“And his limo… and his elevator… and his couch, kitchen counter, bedroom, the shower, and bathtub… he wanted to see me again, and I panicked. I called him a wannabe crime lord and to get fucked. I ran away like a little bitch.”
“Oh, I have got to see this,” Decan cackles. “You do realize Marcus and Bellamy went to school with him, right? I was looking at his shit this morning, and they went to the same elementary, middle, and high school. They lived a mile apart.”
“Oh no… He’s that Andre… Fuck, he knew who I was then. I’m so stupid,” I say. “Fuck my life.”
“Did you enjoy your night with him?” Decan asks.
“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admit.
“Baby, I’ve already told you that I have every intention of finding a man to fuck you while I watch for a while before joining. If you liked the way he fucked you, I’d like to see it.”
“I’ll never understand why you like being cucked,” I say.
“I like watching you melt, my sweet wife. I get lost when I’m buried in your cunt, so I don’t see it the way I want to. I am not threatened by others because I know you will come back to me,” he says.
“To be very clear… I will chop your dick off, put it in pico de gallo, and feed it to your mother if you ever touch another woman,” I threaten.
“You sick little shit,” he laughs. “I know, baby. You are all I will ever want.”
“Fuck. Fine,” I groan, throwing my hands up and taking my seatbelt off. “God, you don’t have to be so damn pushy.”
“What are you… oh!” Decan says when I pull his cock out. “My slutty little wife.”
“I love your cock,” I say before taking him down my throat and sucking hard. He groans deeply, and that shiver I love runs through his body as he grabs a fistful of my hair. I moved with him as I bob my head up and down, sucking his cock as he drives toward the police station. I keep my hand wrapped around the base to stroke everything I can’t fit in my mouth. I move fast and brutally, making him swerve a few times when he moans. I get him to an orgasm in record time, but I’m not done with him. I want more, so I take it. I keep sucking and bobbing, all while he shoves me down on his cock and pulls me back up again. He’s helping to fuck my throat, and I know if it weren’t for the fact that we are driving, he would be absolutely fucking wrecking my face right now. I know that dominating him now will earn me a punishment later, but I love the way he punishes me.
Decan manages to park the car in the lot of the police station before pulling me off him. We are in a rather large SUV, so when he easily maneuvers himself into the back, I know I am in for it. The seats are folded down, so when I don’t react quickly enough, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me into the back while I giggle.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Decan growls as he yanks my pants down and puts me on my elbows and knees. “Now, you get to go in that office full of my come and beg the man to help us.”
“Ah, fuck!” I groan when he slams into me, and pain flutters in my belly. He presses my face down as he rams into me so hard that I have to cover my mouth to contain the screams. If anyone is near us in this parking lot, they’re going to be very concerned about how the vehicle is shaking.
“That’s it. Take my cock. Fucking bratty little slut,” he growls. “Who do you think you are, trying to dominate me? Huh? How powerful do you feel now, baby?”
“I’m sorry!” I moan. “Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking big. Too deep.”
“Come on my cock, Chrissy. Be my good little whore and come for me,” he grunts, quickening his pace as he grips onto me with both hands.
