Why hadn’t I answered that phone?

“Well, since you say you’d do anything for me, get on your hands and knees, Mr. Steel. I’m going to lick your ass.” She burst into giggles. “I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.”

I joined her in laughter. I couldn’t believe those words had come from her mouth either. But I loved the fact that she wanted to give me the pleasure that I gave her, and I had no doubt that she saw me as strong and dominant. So I obeyed her and got on my hands and knees.

“Now let’s see what you can do with that mouth,” I said.

She was tentative, at first, exploring the cheeks of my ass with her hand, and I could feel her hesitance.

“It’s okay, Melanie. Touch me. I crave your touch. Everywhere.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t want to do it wrong.”

“You could never disappoint me. And there is no right or wrong. This is just pleasure. Pure pleasure.”

The touching stopped for a moment, and even with my back to her, I knew she was biting her lip.

And then, a tiny prickle of warmth slithered between the cheeks of my ass.

My pulse raced. I had licked many assholes in my day, but this was the first time anyone had licked mine. Now I could see why women liked the practice so much. The flesh was way more sensitive than I would’ve thought, although I should’ve known that, given how women had responded to me over the years.

It was a new sensation. My thighs began to tingle beneath me, and my cock hardened.

She became bolder, stroking her tongue up my entire crack, back down, and then focusing on the hole. She swirled her tongue around it, poked at it, prodded at it. My rim of muscle was too tightened up for the tip of her tongue to go in, but the prodding… Fuck. My cock was throbbing between my legs.

She moved away from my asshole for a few moments, kissing the cheeks of my butt, the tops of my thighs. Goose bumps erupted on my flesh, and the tingling sensation continued. I desperately wanted her to go back to my ass, but I didn’t feel comfortable asking her to. This whole thing was probably way out of her comfort zone.

Luckily, I didn’t have too long to wait for more tongue in the ass. My God, it was sensational.

“So good, baby,” I groaned. “That feels amazing.”

She licked faster then, my words perhaps spurring her on. Soon I felt saliva river down my perineum and my balls.

And goddamnit, I had to have her.

How I longed to shove my cock in her tight little asshole, but that would have to wait.

The next time she removed her mouth, I flipped over quickly, my erection huge and standing straight.

She bit her lip—that beautiful red lower lip.

“Sit on my cock, baby. I need to be inside you.”

She gnawed more on that lower lip. “Did you like it?”

I closed my eyes and groaned. “My God, sweetheart. Look at this fucking hard-on I have for you because of what you were doing.”

She smiled and sank down on my cock.

Sweet fucking Jesus. I had come home.

“Now fuck me, baby,” I said. “Ride my cock. Ride me all the way home.”

She lifted off of me and plunged back down. My skin tingled, my nerves sizzled, every cell in my body prepared for an orgasm.

“That’s right. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

Her beautiful tits bounced as she fucked me, and I reached for them, thumbing her erect nipples. She sighed beneath my hands. Still fucked me hard.

She was an angel above me, her blond hair falling in waves over her soft shoulders. Her green eyes were closed.

She bit that luscious lower lip of hers, always ruby red and ready to be kissed.

“God, baby. You’re so beautiful.”

She fucked me harder, and then…one of her arms slithered down to her abdomen, and she began stroking.

I nearly exploded into her then. So beautiful, watching her touch herself. I groaned. “Baby, I can’t believe how gorgeous you are.”

Her fingers slowly padded over her folds and her opening, which was slick with juices. She rubbed herself while continuing to fuck me.

I hoped she would come soon because I was nearly there. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, not wanting it to end because her gyrating hips pushing up and down on my dick felt so good.

And then—

“Oh!” She forced her beautiful pussy down on my cock.

That was the end for me. I spewed up into her, releasing everything into her, my heart, my body, my soul. All into this beautiful woman.

Melanie. My Melanie.

I closed my eyes, thrusting my hips up into her, milking every last drop from my cock.

“Melanie.” I opened my eyes.

Her long hair was plastered in damp strips to her creamy body.

“I love you,” I ground out.

Her orgasm was still reeling, her eyes still closed, her body still shuddering above mine. God, she was beautiful. Her body was covered in a shiny coat of dew.

So perfect.

She pulled herself off me, and immediately I felt that sense of loss. But soon she was snuggling in my arms, her head tucked into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her.

How perfectly she fit against my body, like we’d been created to slide together. No one had ever felt so good against me, as if she were cut perfectly to fit my mold.

And in my heart, my soul, the deepest marrow of my bones, I knew no one ever would again.

 

A few days later, Melanie arranged to meet Talon at the house to do a therapy session including hypnosis. I had finished my work for the day, so I decided it would be a good day to drive into the city and have a chat with Larry Wade. Bryce had gone with me the last time, but this time I needed to see Larry alone. There were questions I needed to ask—questions I couldn’t ask in front of my best friend. I couldn’t ask Talon to go with me either. He wasn’t ready to face one of the men who had abused him so horrifically. Plus, I had every intention of asking Larry point blank about Tom Simpson and where he might be hiding. I needed to be armed with the most accurate information possible when I told Talon and Bryce my suspicions.

And while I was at it, I’d ask about Milo Sanchez, and if there was any connection to Nico Kostas or Gina’s abusive uncle.

Would he answer? Probably not. So I’d have to be on guard. I’d have to try to get him to slip up.

I sat at the table looking through the glass, waiting for Larry to come and talk to me on the phone. Because it was only me this time, a guard didn’t need to escort Larry to the visitor’s area. For violent offenders like Larry, even though he hadn’t been convicted of anything yet, the guards really didn’t like to use the open area.