My eyes widened, horrified. “Way to kill my fantasy!” I slapped him.
“Is that right, baby? You want to throw your panties on stage? See if one of those boys can you make you come like a man? Hate to break it to you, Kid. No one can make you come like I can. I own your pussy, have since you were a little girl… fucking throwing it at me.”
My mouth dropped open, stunned by his outburst. “I did no such thing! I was always a lady! You were just a dirty old man who thought perverted things about me and my lady bits. I can’t help where your deluded mind wandered.”
He reached over a little, surrendering his hand in the air when I jerked back. Thinking he was coming at me to squeeze my sore thigh again. He placed his arm behind my headrest and angled his body toward me, never expecting what would come out of his mouth next.
Our eyes locked as he spoke with conviction, “You can suck my cock for that.”
<>Jacob<>
My dick twitched from the filthy yet innocent way she spoke to me. There was no one in the world like my girl. Never had been.
Never would be.
“What?” she replied, caught off guard.
“You heard me. I told you it’s going to cost you, now it’s not only for these concert tickets but also for that saucy little fucking mouth that always seems to get you in trouble. So I’m going to shut you up with my goddamn cock.” I nodded toward it. “Undo my belt and unbutton my jeans.”
Her eyes dilated, shocked and turned on. It’s one of the things I loved the most about her. She had this intense desire to please me, had since she was a kid, and it only got worse, or should I say better, as she got older.
“Better hurry, Lily, before I turn the car around and then you don’t get to see your boys who for whatever reason you think are worth your fucking panties.”
She swallowed nervously, her unsteady hands going for my buckle, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She undid them, reaching for my button next, vigorously working to free my hard cock. My dick jolted free, smacking against my stomach.
Her mouth parted, sucking in her bottom lip. Already tasting my come on against her tongue. It didn’t matter how many times she had sucked my cock since the first time years ago, every time seemed as if it couldn’t get any better.
And each time I was proven wrong.
“Suck me, sweet girl. Fuck me with your mouth.”
She grinned, loving that I was giving her control. Anytime I did she thrived on it, wanting the feeling to last as long as it could. I took the opportunity to switch over into the far lane, luckily it was dark out and there weren’t many cars on the highway.
Not that it would have stopped me.
She licked her lips, leaning forward, getting up on her knees. She came to me, gently taking my cock in her hand.
“Harder, baby. Stroke me harder, make me imagine it’s your tight, wet, pussy fucking my cock.”
I held in a breath when she licked along the tip. Her warm lips sucking me in, inch-by-inch, her hot mouth gliding down my shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm, taking me deep and then back out.
“Christ…” I groaned, grabbing onto the back of her neck. Tugging her back down. “Fuck… baby.” The sight and feel of her almost being too goddamn much. “Good girl, just like that, so good… so fucking good.”
“Mmm,” she hummed as she deep throated me again. Her hand moving in-sync with her mouth.
I couldn’t hold back any long, I had to touch her. I reached around her tiny frame, kneading her ass cheeks a few seconds, sliding over her panties. Needing to feel her and make her come right along with me.
“Jacob!” she squealed by surprise when she felt my fingers rub her clit.
“Don’t stop. Trust me. I would never let anything happen to you,” I reminded, knowing she was feeling nervous about the fact that I was still driving.
“Oh God,” she hummed along my cock as I pushed my fingers into her opening. Her wetness making it easy to do so. I pumped my hips against her movements, getting lost in the way she worked me over.
Her rhythm started to match the speed of my fingers, faster… harder… deeper…
“I’m gonna come,” she mumbled, coming all down the palm of my hand.
I growled and didn’t give it a second thought. I pulled over onto the grass on the side of the road, threw my car into park, and pulled Lily to straddle my lap. Slamming my cock so far into her pussy that she wouldn’t know where I ended and she began.
<>Lily<>
I couldn’t believe he was doing this. First the road head and now the quickie on the side of the road. I shouldn’t be surprised, Jacob always went after what he wanted. It didn’t matter the consequences, they were always damned.
I loved when he manhandled me, his dominance over me was one the hottest things any woman could ever ask for. Being married and having kids hadn’t changed that, if anything it intensified.
His dick was inside of me before I even knew what I was going on, what had happened. I screamed out his name, his lips crashed into mine, muffling my pleas. Making us feel like we were one person.
He didn’t allow me to recover, gripping onto my hips, moving his in the opposite direction. Making me fuck him while he continued to fuck me.
“God, Jacob… what has gotten into you?”
“You, Lily. You got into me, and you’ve stayed there since the first time I held you in my arms. You were fucking mine,” he groaned, kissing me with passion and intensity that had me coming from that alone.
My swollen clit rubbed against his lower abdomen, the head of his cock pushed right against my g-spot. It was a sensory explosion.
One right after the other.
I couldn’t stop coming, and he didn’t want me to.
“Fuck yes… do it… do it… don’t fucking stop… don’t ever fucking stop…”
I roughly grabbed the back of his neck to keep our eyes locked together. Our connection thriving all around us. You could feel it a mile away. His forehead hovered above mine as we tried to catch our breaths, trying to find our perfect rhythm.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
I nodded, panting profusely, his heart pounding against mine. He pushed his tongue into my eager, awaiting mouth.
“Say it,” he groaned in between kissing me.
“Jacob,” I breathed out, and I swear his cock got harder.
Our mouths parted and now we were both panting uncontrollably, desperately trying to cling onto every sensation of our skin on skin contact. I felt myself start to come apart yet again, and he was right there with me.
“I love you,” I found myself saying before I even gave it any thought. “Jacob, Jacob, Jacob,” I repeated over and over, climaxing all down his shaft and taking him right over with me. We shook from both our orgasms, passionately claiming my mouth once again.
He didn’t have to say it because I already knew what he was thinking.
Mine.
<>Dylan<>
“No. We need him willing and able,” I said into the phone, leaning back in my office chair. Trying to get as comfortable as fucking possible, knowing I’d be here all night again. Determined to wrap up this goddamn case once and for all.
I missed my girls, especially my wife. I’d been working around the clock for the last several months, which didn’t leave much time for anything else. I couldn’t remember the last time I was balls deep inside Aubrey, feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock. Just the thought of it made me fucking hard.
“You still there?” Detective Sanders asked over the phone.
“Where else would I fuckin’ be?”
He chuckled, “Listen, man, I know. I miss my family, too. But we all know it comes with the territory, McGraw. If anyone understands that, it’s Aubrey.”
“Thanks for the pep talk. You were fuckin’ sayin’?”
“There has to be a reason why this guy doesn’t have a record. His file should be a mile long by now. You and I both know it. We need to—” My office door abruptl
y opened, bringing my attention away from the voice on the phone and the paperwork in front of me, to the uninvited guest. No one barged in without knocking first, I fucking made sure of it.
I peered up, ready to give them hell for rudely interrupting. Completely caught off guard when I saw Aubrey walk over the threshold, slowly closing and locking the door behind her. She mischievously smiled with a gleam in her eyes I hadn’t seen in months. Leaning her back against the door, cocking her head to the side, fucking baiting me. She knew better than to barge into my office when I was working.
Someone was being a very bad girl.
“I gotta go,” I stated to Sanders who was still going on about one thing or another.
“What the fu—” I hung up.
Leaning forward, I placed my elbows on my desk, allowing my eyes to wander from her dark eyeliner to her long, thick lashes, down to the bright red lipstick on her pouty mouth. I was already imagining those lips around me, deep throating my fucking cock. My predatory regard didn’t stop there. It went down to her luscious, curvy body that I could never get enough of which was now covered in a black, button-down trench coat. The belt tightly wrapped around her tiny, little waist, tied in a firm knot in the front. The hem of the coat covered just above her bright, red, fuck me heels that finished off her suspicious, but sexy as hell appearance.
“Did you forget to fuckin’ knock, darlin’?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. Nodding to the door behind her.
She grinned. “Well, you see, Detective McGraw. I’m here with a real, deep, urgency. Only a man of your stature and importance could understand when a woman, such as myself, has needs,” she replied in a sultry tone, pushing off the door. Provocatively placing one heeled toe in front of the other, moving to sit in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“Is that right?” I rasped, arching an eyebrow as she slowly crossed her legs, giving me a glimpse of what she had in store. Making sure that the hem of her trench coat fell slightly open to her sides, faintly displaying the top of her lacy black thigh-highs.
When she caught me staring, she quickly closed her trench coat, not allowing me to see anything but the heavy-duty cotton material. Much to my disapproval.
“Detective,” she reprimanded, dramatically placing her hand over her chest. “Why I’d never…”
“Suga’, you wouldn’t have come all this way wearin’ thigh-highs and fuck me heels, if you didn’t want me to at least look.”
“I’m a lady.”
“I’m a man,” I simply stated.
“Now that, I do know. And what a man you are. Which is why I’m here. You see, Detective McGraw, my husband has gone missing.”
“Missing, you say?”
“Yes, sir. I haven’t seen him in months.”
I nodded, playing along. Mostly because I wanted to see where she was going with this. “And you’re just now filing a report? You can see how that seems rather suspicious?”
She theatrically sighed, shaking her head. “Do I look like a woman who could hurt her husband, Detective?” She stood, sweeping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Gesturing to herself. “I mean, look at me. I’m a tiny little thing. You think I can overpower my big, strong, muscular husband? I mean, by all means… search me.”
I stifled a laugh, holding back a smile. “In due time, Miss…”
“Ivana Fucku,” she answered with a straight face, turning to sit back down.
Now, I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Leaning back in my leather chair, I crossed my arms over my chest, stating, “I’m at your fuckin’ service.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. My husband is an extremely possessive man. It’s not like him to go this long without making sure that his wife is fully satisfied in every possible way. Surely you understand, Detective. Don’t you? How it would feel to go without the pleasure of his mouth and hands all over me?”
My cock twitched.
She narrowed her eyes at me with an intense stare. Her eyes bored into mine. “Which is why I’ve been satisfying myself for the last few months, but it’s not the same.” She wet her lips before biting down on the bottom one.
Eye fucking the shit out of me.
“And why is that?”
She stood again, this time provocatively striding over to me, rounding my desk. Only stopping when she was inches away from my face. The smell of her arousal was all around me as she slowly, tauntingly she sat on the edge of my desk. Running her hands seductively down her stockings, she spread her legs and placed one heeled foot on each of my thighs. I reached out wanting to touch her, but she smacked my hand out of the way, shaking her head, chastening me. A low growl escaped my throat when she began to unbutton her trench coat, one right after the other. Leaving the belt for last, never taking her eyes off mine as she provokingly unknotted that as well.
“Because, Detective,” she purred, fully opening her coat. Letting it fall from her shoulders onto my desk, showing me she wasn’t wearing anything but thigh-highs and heels. She leaned back onto her hands, spreading her legs even further. “No one can fuck me like my husband.”
With that, she moved her hand to the side of her breast, kneading her nipples, gradually gliding her fingers down her slender, toned waist, and stopping when she reached her pink, perfect pussy. I tried to lean forward but she stopped me, pressing her heel sternly against my chest.
“Don't make me take those handcuffs and cuff you to the chair, Detective.”
I put my hands up, surrendering to her.
“You promise to behave?” she questioned, knowing damn well I wouldn’t.
“Always.”
“My husband is also an extremely jealous man. He would have your balls if he saw the way you were looking at me,” she informed, manipulating her clit from side-to-side. Causing a soft moan to escape her lips as her head rolled back.
I spoke with conviction, “Darlin’, I'd gladly hand them over to fuckin’ taste you, and he ain't here right now, is he? You and I both know all it would take is for me to put my hands on you, to forget all about him.”
“Is that right?” she mocked, peering back up at me, cocking her head to the side and rubbing herself faster and harder. She looked right into my eyes, challenging me.
Provoking me.
“What if I only let you watch?”
And then I lost my shit.
<>Aubrey<>
There was something animalistic about the way he was staring at me. Almost like a lion before it attacks its prey, luring me with his eyes and his captivating demeanor. A sexy arrogant expression that only Dylan McGraw could ever pull off, marred his face. Even after all these years, my husband was as sexy as fucking ever. It should be a sin to look as good as he did.
With his long, blond hair tied back in a man bun. The rugged dirty blond beard on his face that already had me fantasizing about how it would feel between my legs.
I knew his cock ached just as much as my pussy throbbed.
Since he couldn’t come to me, I decided I would come to him. I missed him in ways I didn’t think were possible. My life had always been about Dylan. That’s just the way it was, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I watched him with caution and hunger, waiting for his next move. It all happened so fast. I never saw it coming. He roughly shoved my heel out of his way, making me fall back onto his desk with a thud from the sudden shift in movement. Papers flew out beneath me.
My arms were over my head within seconds, cold metal quickly replaced the heat of his strong grasp around my wrists, followed by a loud clasping sound moments later. I leaned forward only to meet his hand as it wrapped around my neck, hard. Holding me in place against his desk again.
My breathing hitched.
It was then I realized he had handcuffed me to the steel bar on the front of his desk. My eyes widened and my chest heaved, being at his mercy. Exactly how he wanted me all along. He hovered above me, needing me to understand that he was always in control.
No matter what.
Bending forward, he placed his stocky, broad, hardened frame on top of mine, making me feel so tiny beneath him. So helpless.
“You think you can come into my office and fuckin’ order me around, suga’?”
“I—” He squeezed my neck harder.
“Did I say you could fuckin’ talk?” he interrupted, loosening his hold.
Before I could even blink, the metal handcuffs clanked against the steel as he flipped my body over on his desk so I was laying on my stomach. My bare ass now in the air.
“You’ve been a very bad little girl,” he whispered into my ear.
“What—” Whack!
I gasped, and my body jolted forward from the unexpected blow to my ass cheek.
“Dylan!” I shrieked, breaking character. Surprised by the turn of events.
“Detective McGraw,” he corrected, not breaking his. Delivering another blow.
“Oh my God! I’m gonna—” Whack! I shuddered, rendering me silent.
“You gonna what, suga’?” he taunted close to my ear. His warm breath doing all sorts of things to me.
“You think you can be a bad girl, coming in here like a little slut, and not be punished? What kind of Detective do you think I am? Who do you think you’re fuckin’ with, darlin’?”
“Dylan, I mean it! You better—” Whack! “Oh my God! I’m not going to be able to sit for a week! Stop!”
“Shhh! Or I’ll gag you.”
My eyes widened as I placed my face onto the desk to look at him. “You wouldn’t.”
“Fuckin’ try me.”
I couldn’t believe he was being this way with me. Who was this man? What the hell just happened?
“I could look past the way you were barkin’ orders at me. I could even let go of the fact that you barged into my office uninvited. But what I can’t excuse is how you got into your car, drove across town, and walked through my place of fuckin’ employment… where there’s nothing but horny ass men that are pussy deprived… fuckin’ naked. I'm doing your husband a fuckin’ favor.”