Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He didn’t need to be told what came next and hopped to it, unsnapping the crotch of her one-piece bustier, releasing the scent of her heated pussy to his nostrils. Before she could order him to Don had his mouth on her cunt, licking his tongue deep for all he was worth.
She rained blows down on his back as he ate her out, reveling in the sting and the feel of his own blood as she drew it with the whip. His ass and back were raw, but he didn’t care. The excitement of getting one over on yet another stupid cop mixed with the pleasure of what was to come was more than enough to make up for whatever pain he’d suffer later on.
When he’d drank his fill of pussy juice, she pushed his head away from her snatch and threw him to the floor on his back with his cock sticking up in the air hard and more than ready. He saw the gleam in her eyes seconds before she brought the crop down hard across his cock, once, twice, three times.
Just as the tears of pain started to gather in his eyes, just when the sting from the whip was beginning to set in, she straddled his hips and brought her pussy down hard on his cock, engulfing him in one fell swoop. The pleasure-pain was almost too much, and he was close, so close.
Sensing that he was about to leave her high and dry, no doubt because he was imagining that nuisance detective that had just left was the one riding his cock, his tormentor reached down between them and squeezed his cock in just the right place to stop the onset of his orgasm.
“Don’t you dare you pathetic little pig.” To punish him, she slid up and off his cock and moved up to sit on his face. Poor Don was left with a straining cock and the need to cum while his tongue got all the action.
Instead of heading to the farm, Detective Sparks headed back to the station. She needed to get herself together and put everything that she’d learned in the last few hours in the right perspective. Her gut was screaming at her, and she knew what that meant. In the past, it always meant that she was on the right track. But there was something else going on here.
Who had entered the office behind her? Why had the person kept their presence a secret? And what was that person’s relationship to her suspect and by association her case? She felt excitement growing as she pulled into the station and headed inside. Officer Bailey was still there sitting at his desk.
“Hey Pete, why didn’t you answer me earlier?”
“I went down to tech and forgot my stupid phone up here. What’re you doing here so late? Never mind, I’m glad you’re here. The guys found something that may be useful.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“Some notes that had been deleted a few days ago. Melissa was seeing someone else. Guess who.”
“Don Wilson.”
“That’s…who?”
“Simpson goes by Wilson here, but it’s our guy.”
“Well, the notes haven’t given us much so far, but there was definitely a connection.”
“Oh, they gave us plenty. When I met with him earlier, he pretended not to know her. I saw right through his bullshit, of course.”
“You went to see him alone?”
“Yeah, that’s why I was calling you. I didn’t hang around long, though, because someone came in behind me and was very secretive.”
“What? Who was it?”
“I have no idea, but I got the feeling I needed to be out of there, so I left before I could get a look.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey turned to the doorway where a very pissed off Riley stood. “Riley, what’re you doing here? I didn’t…” She didn’t get any further before he was standing in front of her looking fit to be tied. She reminded herself that Officer Bailey was here, and they were in a police station so he wouldn’t be crazy enough to do her bodily harm.
What the hell are you thinking, Celia? She squared her shoulders and started to remind him that this was her workplace, and she didn’t appreciate him barging in here, acting all macho, but he got up close and personal. “I asked you a question. Did I just hear you say that you went to question a suspect alone? Where the fuck were you?” He turned his venom on Officer Bailey, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else right now.
Pete held up his hands in surrender and rocked back in his chair. One side of him wanted to see how his kick-ass partner was going to handle this situation, and the other wanted no part of it. Riley looked like he would level the place any second. He looked back and forth between them, waiting for the fireworks to start, but Riley put paid to that. “You, out!”