Page 73 of Memento Mori
As I twisted her nipple, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, and she gripped my arm. “I want that warm mouth of yours gaging on my cock.” She let out a soft laugh as I ran my fingers through her hair, and then gently guided her head towards my cock.
“I’ll make sure I come up with something for you to do as payback as well, husband.”
“I can think of a few things,” I said just as her warm, wet, mouth engulfed my cock. “Fuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes.
As her tongue traced from the base to the tip of my shaft, my grip on her hair tightened, savoring the sensation.
“Fuck, baby. That feels fucking good.”
The sound of her humming reverberated in the air, and the vibrations echoed through my body, pulling another groan from me.
When I first started taking these fucking pain pills, my shit wouldn’t even work. I was so angry that I even had a heated conversation with the doctor about it. He informed me that it was not the pain killers causing the issue, but rather my body not being fully healed. He also suggested that I take a break from sex. He didn’t have to worry about that because Aaliyah was too afraid to even come near me. She wouldn’t even sit on my fucking face, which wouldn’t have caused any pain to my body. But now everything was back in working order and I couldn’t be more excited.
Her nails scraped my nuts sending a delicious sensation across my entire body. It took everything in me not to fuck her mouth, but I knew Aaliyah. If she thought I was doing too much because of my injury, she would stop. And there was no fucking way that was going to happen. Her mouth was glorious, and I was in heaven.
“That’s it, baby.” I pushed her head down further on my dick, the tip hitting the back of her throat. “Suck my cock.”
With a groan, she quickened her pace, her head bobbing up and down my shaft while her fingers sensually caressed my balls. My body trembled with pleasure as my orgasm surged through me, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Fuckkk...” A deep, satisfied groan escaped my lips as I finished in her mouth. “Make sure to get ever last drop,” I said, as she meticulously licked up all the cum from my cock and even the traces that had dribbled onto my testicles.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief as she finished. She cleaned her lips with a flick of her tongue, removing the remnants of my release, and it was a fucking sight to behold.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, pulling her close to me, then crashing my mouth into hers, taking her lips with savage intensity.
There was something about this woman that I could never get enough of. I couldn’t put into words the emotions she stirred inside me. If we could stay like this for the rest of our lives, I would, because when we were like this, nothing else in the world mattered.
As I pulled away, she let out a contented sigh and rested her head on my chest. “Am I forgiven?” she asked, a hint of humor lacing her words.
I chuckled softly, savoring the warmth of her presence as I pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, pulling her closer into my embrace. “It’s a start.”
Her gentle nudge in my side brought a smile to my face. “You know you owe me too.”
“And what do you want,Bella?”
“I don’t know right now, but I will be sure to let you know.”
Closing my eyes, I chuckled softly as I savored the feeling of her nestled in my embrace. We’d been so wide open for months trying to get justice for my father and Laney, while also trying to make sure Aaliyah stayed alive, we hadn’t had much time to spend alone. Now all we had to do was find this bitch so we could rest a little until the next threat.
The room was silent until her computer dinged, its sound echoing through the room. I groaned, realizing that our moment of peace was now over. Sitting up, she turned towards me as I reached over and passed her the computer from the nightstand.
As she looked at the screen, a smile instantly lit up her face. I could see the excitement shining in her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, and she looked at me, then turned the computer screen towards me.
“That’s her?”
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Meet Celia Calderon, aka the Ghost.”
This was the first time I’d seen a picture of her that actually showed her features clearly. She was a very beautiful woman. It was too bad she would be dead soon.
The familiar sound of Aaliyah’s computer dinging interrupted the silence once more. Her attention quickly shifted to the screen as she began typing with a sense of urgency, her fingers flying across the keyboard. So many things were popping up on the screen and so fast I couldn’t follow.
“What are you doing?”
“Tracking her last movements,” she said not taking her eyes away from the screen.
