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“Oh, yeah, and what was that?” she asks after releasing my cock from her mouth with a pop.

“You were on your knees for me, choking on my cock. Letting me use you for my pleasure,” I growl, and her eyes heat with lust. “You like that, Luci? You wanna be my little cumslut and choke on my cock?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together at my filthy words.

“Put me back in your mouth, baby. I want to feel you swallow around me,” I tell her, and like the good girl she is, she licks me, root to tip before enclosing my mushroom head in her mouth.

I feel my length slide along her tongue until I hit the back of her throat. When she tries to pull back, I weave my fingers in her silky hair, tangling them in her mane and securing a firm grip. I hold her there, not wanting her to go anywhere. Understanding flashes in her eyes as she gently eases her head down even further, swallowing around me until her chin bumps against my balls.

“God, baby, that mouth is a sin. I want to taste you while you suck me. Bring that pussy up here,” I growl. Luci hurriedly removes my dick from her mouth, moving so that her glistening pussy is hovering just above my head. She palms my dick once more, holdings it steady as she takes me into her mouth again.

Not wanting to wait another minute to taste her on my tongue, I dive between her legs like the starved man licking through her wet folds, starting with her swollen clit and lapping at every inch of her I can until I get to her tight hole. She whimpers at the initial swipe of my tongue, and I chuckle against her core before thrusting my tongue inside of her. I fuck her with my tongue, feeling her walls around the pink muscle. Not wanting her to come so soon, I nip softly at her bundle of nerves with my teeth, then soothe the sting by flicking my tongue back and forth on her pink clit.

She moans around my dick, which has me tensing because I’m close to exploding in her hot little mouth. I want her to come with me, so I push two thick fingers into her channel, scissor them inside her and go back to swirling my tongue around her little nub. I groan against her pussy at the feel of my cock hitting the back of her tight throat.

“God, King. I’m going to come!” she cries. I nibble her clit, causing her to thrust her hips against my face as she unravels. Her cream drips into my mouth as she does, and I clean up every drop of her sweet nectar.

She licks me from base to tip a few times like I'm her favorite flavor lolly-pop before taking me back into her mouth and sucking hard. She moans around my dick, sending vibrations down my shaft and straight to my balls. Everything around me fades as I chase my release, pumping myself roughly down her throat. The tingling in my balls tells me I'm only a few pumps away from growling out her name and emptying myself into her mouth. When I do, Luci doesn't disappoint. She swallows everything I give her before rolling off of me and turning, so she can kiss my lips tenderly.“I love you, King,” she purrs.

“I love you too, Luci. Now get your ass up and in the shower. We have shit to do, and Marcela already cursed our names when she passed the door.” She throws her head back, laughing.

“I didn’t even hear her. God, she is going to hate us.” She crawls off the bed and heads to the bathroom. When I hear the shower start, I rise from the bed and clean my cock with some wet wipes in the bedside table drawer. Getting dressed, I exit my room and make my way downstairs.

I can’t wait ‘till I can spend all day in bed worshiping my woman. Once Ivan is put down, I plan to tie her to my bed and lick every inch of her creamy white skin.

“Prince-y, if Katia hits the next target, I’ll suck your puny dick,” Alexie taunts with thundering laughter from the porch in the backyard.

“Get your lips ready, you Russian bastard,” I holler back at him before settling and walking Katia through the steps of shooting once more. “You got this, Katia. Get into your stance, aim, take a deep breath, and pull the trigger on the exhale.”

We’ve been out here a few hours, and I’ve been teaching Katia how to accurately fire a gun so that we don’t end up with another mishap. Generally, this would be Stryker’s forte since he is our weapons man, but with his gunshot wound, he can’t.

He probably could, but besides fucking our girl, he claims he can’t do much of anything. Which has Luci taking the very best care of him.Lucky fucking asshole.

Katia takes aim, and I watch her chest rise slowly as she inhales. As she exhales, she squeezes the trigger. Her eyes close at the noise of the gun firing. She hits the target but is way off to the outer right edge. “Fuck yeah!” I shout at the same time she cries, “I hit it! I fucking hit it!” She sets the gun down and jumps into my arms, hugging me like I’m a life preserver and she’s been stranded.

“You sure did,” I congratulate her. She quickly wiggles from my arms and straightens her clothing. She looks at the ground shyly, her cheeks pink.Is she embarrassed?

“Sorry, King, I didn’t mean to get so excited. I forgot myself for a moment,” she whispers shyly.

“Katia, don’t be—” I start, but I’m cut off by the patio door flying open as Conrad comes rushing out of the house.

“I got a lead. You’re going to want to see this,” Conrad says, turning, grabbing Luci from where she is sitting by Stryker, throwing her over his shoulder, and carrying her into the house.

“Well, that’s our cue to head inside. Shooting lesson over, for now, Katia. However, I want to talk to you about what just happened,” I tell her. She nods before darting to the patio to help Stryker into the house.

“You owe me a blow job, Alexie. I’m gonna make you choke on my fat cock,” I yell at him, and he throws his head back, laughing.

“I’m gonna swallow every centimeter of you, Prince-y. You’ll be begging me for more,” he retorts before heading into the house. I holster the gun and head inside, going directly to the dining room, where we hold all our meetings now.

Stryker is the first to speak once we have taken our seats. “What do you got, Conrad?”

“Well, I was running surveillance footage from the surrounding area of Reid’s house. Including hacking into the neighbors’ home cameras if they had them. I found this tape of the vigilante from the night of Reid’s murder.”

He plugs a cord into his laptop, and the footage is projected to the white wall behind him. There is a tiny slip of a woman in a floor-length white trench coat breaking into Reid’s house. She emerges from the house half an hour later, covered in blood and sheathing a blade into a thigh belt.

“Her name is Genevieve ‘Ginger’ Black. She has been missing for over two years. Her parents thought she ran away, so they reported her as a missing kid. They put little effort into finding her since she was almost eighteen. Same with the local PD. The parents said they had a tumultuous relationship with Genevieve, and that was that,” Conrad tells us, looking a tad sympathetic for this murderer.

“I recognize her,” Katia whispers while holding Luci’s hand. “She was at the club in Vegas. Not for very long, though; she started as a server, like me, because Ivan liked the struggle she put up. She was his personal plaything for a while, but then she was sold at the auction that was held prior to the one you guys crashed.”

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