Page 57 of Bad For A Weekend

“Most people assume it’s because I wanted power over people after being bullied and picked on, but that wasn’t it. There are a lot of little men looking for redemption, but not me. I guess I was just naïve enough to think I could make a difference. But when I got on the job, I realized how high the level of corruption went and saw with my own eyes that marginalized communities were being targeted. I brought it up to my superiors and was ostracized. The problem is much bigger than anything I could do.”

“So you decided to work with kids?”

“Yeah. I thought if I couldn’t make a difference on the front end, maybe I could make one on the back end. And I thought I was. But that was me being naïve all over again.”

She lifts her head off my chest and looks me in the eye. “That wasn’t your fault. It sounds like that kid had too many problems for a cop who works at his school to fix.”

“Yeah. Logically I know that. But it doesn’t change how I feel.”

“You’re an amazing man, Owen Rollins.” She kisses me with so much tenderness my chest constricts, and I feel myself falling for her even more. Which can’t fucking happen. We have tonight. That’s it.

“How about a shower?” I suggest. “I can clean you and then dirty you up all over again.”

“Yes, please.” She jumps off the bed and walks toward the ensuite, a sway in her hips and my cum leaking down her inner thighs. I sit back and watch, burning this into my memory so that when I’m old and on my deathbed, I can recall this moment and die a happy man. “You coming?”

“Hell yeah,” I mutter and follow her in.

The dark tile and woodwork of the bathroom are beautiful, but I’m not sure where the shower is because all I see is a water closet, a vanity, and a door. Where did she go? Seeing no other choice, I open the door and find an outdoor shower and a bathtub.

This is fucking cool.

There are plants and trees along the perimeter, as well as a stone wall that’s tall enough to keep prying eyes away. It’s pitch black out, but warm globe lights hang from a pergola, setting a romantic tone. That’s not what has my attention, though. No, my eyes are firmly set on the naked woman standing under the rainfall shower head.

I stalk toward her, desperate to get my hands on all that silky bare skin. “You’re a dream.”

Holding her close, I wipe the droplets of water from her face before kissing the shit out of her until my neck and back start aching from bending over. She’s so much smaller than me, but that just makes it easier to pick her up. Her legs wrap around my middle, and I grip her ass as we continue to kiss under the warm spray.

“Owen,” she moans when I move my lips lower to suck on her neck.

“Yeah, honey?”

“I want to suck your cock.” The way she says it is without shame or hesitation. It stops me in my tracks, and my dick comes to attention, completely on board with this request.

“Have you done that before?”

“No, but I did give a guy a handjob once.” She shrugs as if to say, “how hard can it be?”

I lower her to her feet, letting her tits drag down my body. “Your mouth on my cock sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

“And I want to swallow.”

Goddamn. I nearly come right then and there, no need for her mouth. It turns me on even more to know that she has no idea what she does to me. Not even a clue what a fucking turn-on those words are.

We step just out of the spray, and she lowers onto her knees. Her small hands wrap around the base of my dick, and there’s no hesitation when she wraps her lips around the tip. She sucks on me like I’m her favorite sucker, all the while running her free hand up and down my thigh.

“That’s good, Bay. So fucking good.” I praise her, running my fingers through her wet hair.

She releases me with a pop and holds my cock against my abdomen so she can run her tongue up and down the underside. Her hand on my thigh moves between my legs and gently cups my balls, massaging them as she works me over. I’m used to being an active participant with oral sex, guiding the woman and taking my pleasure from her, but this is all about building Baylor’s sexual confidence, so I let her do what feels right to her.

Never in my life have I equated sex to emotion. It was a bodily urge, something I did to satiate a need. But I never had Baylor before. My heart and dick are now in sync, telling me they don’t want anyone but her for the rest of my life.

“Am I doing it right?” she asks, with the tip of my dick resting on her lips.

“You’re perfect, honey. Everything about you.”

She smiles and takes me back into her hot little mouth, sucking me down as far as a man with my length can go. Whatever doesn’t reach, she strokes with a light grip. I place my hand over hers to show her she can squeeze harder than she is. Like the angel she is, she takes my guidance.

“I’m gonna come. You sure you want me in your mouth?”

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