Page 3 of Detective Daddy Next Door

"Yes.”

I laugh out loud, and he loosens up a bit. He turns to look at me and I cross and uncross my legs, giving him a flash of my inner thighs. What do I have to lose tonight? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm in Las Vegas and I'm ready to let loose. It's been nothing but work for me since Chad, my ex-boyfriend, cheated on me and got the woman he was cheating with pregnant. That was almost a year ago, and though I've tried to get back into the dating game, I've failed woefully each time. Trust doesn't come easy for me anymore. It's been a hard year. I've thrown myself into work, but tonight I deserve to have fun. I don't even recognize myself lately. I've been walled up for far too long. Tonight, I'll unleash. So, I uncross and cross my legs again. I notice it's working. He tries not to look. But he fails.

He turns to face me head-on, his arm bent at the elbow with his palm on his toned, ripped thigh. The music has gone down in tempo. A dark, sexy, melodious tone weaves in the air around us. His eyes roam my body. I look at his fingers to see if he’s wearing a wedding ring. There's none and I smile. He doesn't smile but smirks, just one corner of his lips lifting up.

He cocks his head toward the door. "Wanna come upstairs?"

I nod. He pays for our drinks and helps me off the stool. The back of his hand accidentally grazes against my left breast.

I only start to think about how risky this is when we get in the elevator. What if this is a dangerous man? I haven't even finished the thought when he pushes me against the elevator wall and smashes his lips against mine. They're soft, which is surprising. He looks cold and his hands are rough against my body, but his lips are feathery and tasty, and I surrender to them.

He flicks his tongue around my mouth and pins me harder against the elevator wall. Then he cups one breast in his large hand. His breath is shallow as he struggles to keep it under control, then he slides one hand down and brings my leg up. He's about to take me in the elevator. He slips one finger into my panties and slides it into my wetness. I moan, and just when I think he'll take me, the elevator opens. We stop abruptly, thinking there are people waiting to get in. But we've gotten to his floor. He smirks and winks before getting out. I follow him, my inner thighs soaked as hell. I watch his back that had caught my attention earlier. It's one of the finest backs I have ever seen.

He reaches into his right pocket and pulls out a card that he swipes across his door and pushes it open. He pulls me in after him. He pushes the door shut and bangs his lips against mine again. This time he’s multitasking. He's pulling off his shirt as our lips part and meet again. I pull at his shirt, too, as he raises his arms to get it off. He looks even better with his shirt off. I run my hands over his chest, and he pulls at my top, tugging the buttons apart.

When my top is off, he yanks off my bra and glances briefly at my naked breasts, then takes one into his mouth. His lips are warm against my hard nipple, and I let out a sigh. It's been too long. I've missed this feeling. He flicks his tongue over it with steady strokes, then pulls on it till it snaps out of his mouth.

He takes off his shorts and pulls me toward the bed.

"Do you have a condom?"

He nods as I lie on the bed and goes around it to look in a drawer beside the bed. He comes back within a second with two condom wrappers in his hand. He tosses one on the bed as he tears at the one in his hand with his teeth. Just one bite is enough to send the paper ripping. I'm turned on even more as I watch him slip down his boxer briefs and bring out the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life. The huge hands aren't a waste, I think quietly as I die inside for him to take me. He holds my gaze as his cock springs free and slides the condom on without even looking down. I shift further into the bed and lie back.

He bends down and pulls me roughly to the edge of the bed, then pulls off my shorts before ripping off my panties, leaving my opening bare to him. He parts my legs and puts his fingers around my pussy, pushing the opening apart before entering me. A moan escapes his lips and merges with the shivering sigh buzzing out of my mouth. He's so big that I feel like he'll rip me apart.

He senses my hesitation. "I won't hurt you. Relax."

I'm breathing heavily as he starts to move again, his huge dick inching further and further into my pussy. Like he said, it doesn’t hurt, it fills me instead, touching my walls and sending me into a sweet frenzy. He leans forward and holds onto my butt. His mouth is touching my right ear as he pounds into me. I'm astonished at how strong he is. At how consistent his strokes are. How masterfully he delivers them.

Las Vegas isn't called Sin City for nothing. Now I know why.

Chapter 2

Myles

It'sasinfora person to feel this good. I hold on to her ass tightly as she writhes with pleasure underneath me. I try so hard to make it last longer, but I can't. This is the best pussy I have ever had. She's wet and warm and snug around my dick and I can't take it anymore. I burst inside of her. But I'm not satisfied.

I pull out and pull the condom off my dick, which is already starting to harden again. All it takes is just one look at her body. All it takes is one look at her firm, full breasts for me to want to go again. I run my hand down her flat belly and bend down to kiss it. The blood in my head is rushing to my dick again as I come back up to look at her. She’s staring up at me, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving up and down, her pussy open to me, calling to me again. I reach for the other condom on the bed. I tear the wrapper open and slip it on my now completely hard dick.

But I don't take her immediately. I run my hand down her belly and lean forward to kiss her navel. She tastes clean. So clean that I want to run my tongue all over her body. I trail up to her breasts and take one into my mouth. I lick at it, pulling at the beautiful pink nipple while rolling my fingers over the second one. She moans loudly. I love that I’m making her feel pleasure. I love the feeling of making someone wriggle beneath me, their whole body vibrating from the power of my touch. But the thing is, I'm not the only one with that power. She has that power over me, too. The way her body feels makes me go crazy. And now I just want to fuck her again.

I take my condom-covered dick in my hand and slip into her again. She’s squirming, and this time I want it to last longer. She raises her hand to touch me.

"Don't touch. You'll make me come faster. I don't want to."

I can see in her eyes that she doesn't want me to come fast, either. Good, we're on the same page. I spread her legs wider and look down on her pussy as I plow. She's clean-shaven. She's beautiful. Extremely beautiful down there. Like a dainty flower. A dainty flower that isn't afraid to take all of my big dick. She lifts her hand again to touch me, but I shake my head at her and flip her over. I spread her cheeks and penetrate her again. She moans into the bedsheet and pulls at it with both hands, her fingers digging into the mattress.

I know what she wants even though I know nothing about her. I know she's enjoying this, so I fuck her harder. Her cries get louder with each stroke. Then I turn her onto her side and lift one leg up. Her head is raised now as she watches what my cock is doing to her. She moans harder and harder until she begins to shriek from her climax, and I can't control myself anymore. Her tightness around me won't let me go on, though I want to. I come hard and shout as I burst out in a feverish shiver. It takes me a while to calm down and let her leg down. She curls into a semi-ball, and I lay beside her, staring at her beautiful body. If only I could go on. God, she's incredible.

Soon, she’s breathing lightly beside me. I cover her with a blanket and go into the bathroom to pee. This has been an unexpected turn of events. It’s been a stressful day. I've been in town for two weeks now, and today was the most stressful of all. Little did I know that the universe was planning to de-stress me. Now I feel as light as a bird. I feel so good. I look at myself in the mirror. My short dark hair is a mess, and my brown eyes have a glint to them.

But I'm suddenly wary. What if she wants to spend the night? When I was covering her with the blanket, I wasn't thinking about that. I must go in there and wake her up, but that'd be unfair. She's probably tired and needs some rest. But I think she’s staying at this hotel. She can go sleep in her own room. Is she only pretending to be asleep? It doesn't seem like it.

I go back into the room and dispose of the used condoms. I wash my hands and put on my shorts. I stand staring down at her, not sure how to wake her up. I don't want her to get the wrong message. I know how women are. She sleeps here for the night and suddenly thinks we're in a relationship. I can't risk that. I edge closer to the bed and slowly put my hand on her leg. I shake her gently. She stirs but doesn't wake up. I shake her again, this time a little harder. She stirs and pries her eyes open, then looks at me where I’m squatting at the foot of the bed.

I squirm a little. "Umm. It's time to go."

She rubs her eyes then struggles to sit up. The blanket falls off her chest, exposing her perfect breasts. They are so beautiful that I think of fucking her again. But the look on her face stops the thought dead in its tracks.

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