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“Oh! Oh,oh, too much ... too good,” I sob, and he backs off, looking down at me as he licks hislips.
“You think you can be a good girl and take it for me?” he rumbles in a voice that makes my cunt ache even harder. “I’ve got a treat for you if youdo.”
I run my thigh against the shaft of his cock and feel him shiver. I take a deep breath. “O-okay.” For him, I’d doanything.
Seconds later I have to bite back screams. He’s pinning me down. His huge hands circle my wrists, his thighs pin my legs, and even though my body fights reflexively from overloaded nerves, I don’t tell him tostop.
I moan and stretch against him, stunned by how good it feels, my toes clenched and my feet sliding rhythmically against the coverlet. My legs are tangled up with him, and every now and again I feel him thrust impatiently against my thigh. His mouth is so hot that it feels like it will burn me, but I can’t stop pressing my breasts against hisface.
When he lets go of my wrists, I can’t control my hands. They’re in his hair, clutching his shoulders, grabbing the coverlet. His mouth lifts away from my breast and moves to my other, while one big hand grips my whole vulva and starts kneading it. He’s gentle at first, but as I rock against him insistently, he pushesharder
My whole body burns with pleasure. I can hear my voice rising to soft yelps as tingles start to wash outward through my body with every press of his hand against my pussy. Then he pushes down harder—and holds his hand there as he starts teasing my breasts with his mouthagain.
My hips rock against his palm as much as I’m able with his weight holding me down, pushing the top of my sex against him, where it aches the most for contact. My thighs part further ... and then he shifts his grip and I feel something sleek and hard pressing intome.
We both gasp and shudder as he inches forward. It hurts, but only from the unfamiliarity of being stretched open. I dig my heels against the back of his calves and my fingertips into his shoulders, and push back as he sinks indeep.
“O-ohh, God,” he groans, belly flexing against mine as I twine my legs around him. He holds himself still, panting and shivering as his hand keeps working my sensitive flesh. I manage to look up just once as he leans over me—and see his eyes wide open, as if he’s about to start screaminghimself.
I writhe and buck under him as his hips press lower and he groans through his teeth. I can’t stop moving now. Something’s building inside me as heat and tension gather between mythighs.
Suddenly the ache turns into bliss, blowing through my body in waves that nearly white out my mind. I let out a high sound through gritted teeth, and feel him start to thrust hard as my flesh clenches around his shaft. I push hard enough to lift him a little—and a second explosion rolls through me right on the heels of thefirst.
He seizes my hips and pulls me closer, pounding into me feverishly, his eyes wild, his voice growing louder and hoarser with every sharp cry he letsout.
I sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed and blissed out all at once ... and then he shouts twice and lets out a long, purring groan as he stretches over me. His hips start to roll slowly and sensually ... and I feel a rush of warmth inside of me. He lets out a contented rumble and settles over meslowly.
He catches himself on his hands, shivering and gasping for breath. I caress his back, crooning wordlessly, and he settles his head on my shoulder. “Good girl,” he whispershoarsely.
I open my eyes from a doze a little later and find myself in his arms, the coverlet wrapped around us and my head pillowed on his bicep. “Did I prove my point?” he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling myhair.
I giggle giddily, too relaxed from satisfaction to feel self-conscious. “Yes,” I murmur. “Yes, youdid.”
Chapter10
Carl
“What do you mean, they’re dropping the abuse investigation against Shayla Lacroix?” It’s all I can do to keep my voice low and calm. “There arewitnesses—”
“There are witnesses to just one incident, man,” Jamie corrects quietly. “That’s thestartof a case. But we can’t go forward until we have more.” He hesitates, and the length of the hesitation as he lingers over his beer catches myattention.
I shake my head. I’ve spent the last two weeks caring for Emmeline, drying her post-nightmare tears and coaxing her out of her shell. The sex has been spectacular ... but it’s still pretty light on thespices.
Emmeline isn’t going to be ready for any real kind of submission training until that bitch Shayla is out of her life for good and she’s settled her head about both her abusive relationship with her sister and the murder of her parents. And the police have suddenly stopped doing their damnjobs.
“Jamie. In the past ten minutes you have told me that the investigation of Emmeline’s parents’ murder has been dropped due to lack of evidence, the investigation of her abuse has been dropped due to lack of evidence, and now they’re calling off the investigation of the guy who showed up at Emmeline’s doorstep. You want to tell me what the hell is goingon?”
He tenses and glances around in an odd way. I frown and follow his gaze. He almost looks like he’s worried about someone listening in. But the other patrons in this dark Irish pub are more worried about their lunchtime beers than us. “I’m not at liberty to say, whichsucks.”
My eyes widen as I stare at him. Jamie’s solid as a rock—he’s got more integrity than twenty average cops put together. And I can see the frustration lingering in his eyes.Something stinks. And it’s not my drinkingbuddy.
It’s New Orleans. Police brass are shorter on integrity than beat cops. By alot.
“Let me guess.” My voice lowers. “So what did Shayla use on the lieutenant—bribery, blackmail, orbooty?”
“Maybe a combination,” Jamie mutters, and takes a long swallow of hisbeer.
My jaw clenches. I’ve used the cops and gone through legal channels as much as I possibly can since leaving the bootlegging business. But now, it looks like “legal channels” care more about money than the law. Time to take things into my ownhands.
