Black Dog Security- Complete 5-Part Series

by Camilla Blake

  When the bra hit the tile floor, it made an enticing sound that I decided I wouldn’t mind hearing more of, like every day. I gripped the counter on either side of her legs and slowly took her in. Skin as soft and supple as a peach, the color of my favorite vanilla frosting, was topped with two perfectly pink nipples that hardened under my gaze. Her breasts were full and enticing, begging to be held and caressed. Her nipples flushed even darker when I growled.

  “Take off your shirt.” Her voice shook, but the look on her face was pure, uncontained lust.

  I reached over my head and yanked it off. It fell on the floor, somewhere with her bra, and I moved between her thighs. “You are fucking stunning, Carolina.”

  She took the pie and licked her lips. “Why do you call me Carolina instead of Cookie?”

  “You look like a Carolina. Plus, I’m not calling out for Cookie during sex.”

  She laughed and took a big forkful of pie. Holding it between us, she gave me a mischievous look before flicking it onto my bare chest. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t waste that.”

  She leaned forward and ran her tongue over my nipple and then ate the pie off of my skin. Her tongue was warm and wet, driving thoughts of it around my dick straight to my head like a screwdriver. When she straightened, it was with a look of satisfaction. “You taste great.”

  I about blew my load right there. I gripped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the counter, so I could press my hard-on against her core. I wanted her to feel what she did to me. “You are fucking sexy, Carolina.”

  “I like that.” She rolled her hips against me and moaned. “I like that a lot.”

  I captured her neck in my hands and held her while I lowered my mouth to hover over hers. I wanted to make her come in every way possible. I shoved my fingers into her hair, pulling at the bun on the top of her head. “Fuck, Carolina.”

  She dropped her head back in my hands and moaned when I rocked my hips into her faster. “Don’t stop.”

  I dragged her mouth up to mine and kissed her. She tasted like chocolate pie and fried chicken and for some reason, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I dipped my tongue into her mouth just as her body clenched tight around me and she cried out into my kiss.

  I kept rocking against her as I dragged out her orgasm. I didn’t want it to end. Her teeth closed on my bottom lip and raked across it as she pulled away. I stared down at her and swore. She was flushed and her skin glowed with it. I could see her pulse racing in the hollow of her neck. I wanted to eat ice cream from there, too.

  “Let’s get married.” Her eyes were heavy and there was a lazy smile on her face as she said it.

  I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. “Okay, but I get to eat ice cream from wherever I want.”

  She giggled, an honest-to-God, sweet-as-the-pie-we’d-eaten giggle. I put her down on the bed and held up my finger. “I have to go get the ice cream. Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  Even though I charged through the house like a fucking bull, when I got back to the room, Carolina was sound asleep in the exact place I’d put her, curled up into a ball at the end of my bed. I sighed and dropped the ice cream off on my dresser as I went to tuck her in.

  A cold shower was in order for me.

  Chapter 14

  Cookie

  I woke up screaming as I dreamt that Donnie was chasing me again. I kept shooting him, over and over again. There was no end in sight. Each time, there was a new person watching. Frank, Vince, Lauren, even a foster mom I’d once had. It was horrible. They all watched me with shock and horror on their faces.

  “Carolina, wake up.” Vince’s deep voice sounded from next to me. In bed.

  I sat straight up and gasped for air. I shoved my hair out of my face with shaking hands and pulled my knees up to my chest.

  Vince wrapped his arms around me and held me steady against him. “It’s okay. It’s just a nightmare. You’re safe.”

  I was shaken, because I knew it wasn’t just a nightmare. It was my reality. I’d killed a man and I had to live with that. I didn’t fully know how to. “Maybe I didn’t have to shoot him. To kill him, anyway. Maybe I could’ve just shot him in the arm or leg. I’m a good shot. I could’ve blown off his middle finger from fifty yards away. I killed him, though.”

  “You did what you had to.”

  “I’m not sure I did.” I looked over at him and saw plenty of ghosts in the look he gave me. “You’ve… killed?”

  He gave a hard nod and held my gaze. “Because I had to. Just like you had to. Porter’s kid was known for being a dirtbag who abused women. He would’ve hurt you. You knew that and you took care of it.”

  He lay back down and pulled me down with him. He curled me into his side and dragged my leg over his. One of his arms wrapped around me and the other hand reached down and cupped my thigh.

  I sighed. “I’m in over my head.”

  “I know.” He lightly squeezed me. “Which is why I’m here. I’m going to help.”

  “It’s not right. Not right for me to drag you into it. And it’s not fair for you to just work for free.”

  “Then pay me something. A dollar a day. I don’t fucking care. I’m helping. You’re already here.”

  I felt embarrassed suddenly. And cheap. “I… I have money. It isn’t that I can’t pay you. It’s… I’m saving it. There’s this place I want to buy and I need all of the money I can get to pay for it.”

  “A house?”

  I hadn’t mentioned the dream to anyone. Not the dream, but The Dream. I wrapped my arm around him and held on tight. “A bar. Well. It’s nothing right now. I want to buy it and turn it into a bar. I want to be the owner. I don’t want to strip anymore. There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m getting older and I want to be able to have something I can lean on.”

  “You know, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Even that turns me on. You’re impressive as hell.”

  I groaned, suddenly remembering that I’d passed out on him the night before. “I am so sorry, Vince. I can’t believe I fell asleep last night. And in your bed.”

  “Well, that’s where I planned on you sleeping, so you’re good on that front.” He squeezed my thigh. “You can make up for falling asleep on me. I have a few things in mind.”

  I ran my fingers over his smooth skin. “You’re going to make me work off my bad behavior?”

  He groaned and rolled us over so that he was on top of me with his leg wedged between mine. “Not tonight. You’re tired and I’m not going to take advantage of you when you just woke up from a bad dream.”

  I stared up at him, momentarily distracted by how handsome he really was. Having him over me felt like I’d given myself the best present. I’d made the right choice in going home with him. I needed him. Just not in the way that he thought I did.

  I reached up and grabbed the back of Vince’s neck. “Take advantage.”

  His thigh was already working over my core. “Yeah, I’m not really into that noble shit.”

  I laughed and it turned into a scream when he bit down on my shoulder and sucked. His hand tangled in my hair and pulled my head back. With my throat and neck exposed, he went over all of it with his mouth. He kissed and sucked until I writhed against his thigh. It felt insane to go from terrified and haunted one minute to needing him inside of me the next, but that’s what it was.

  His hands were everywhere. He cupped my breasts and stroked my nipples before working down my stomach. His hands bit into the flesh at my sides, squeezing the handles that I couldn’t get rid of, no matter what, and then he gripped my ass. His fingers separated my cheeks as he squeezed, his hands dipping under my underwear. His weight rested on me, but I loved it.

  Vince’s mouth moved constantly, too. He worked down from my chest to my breasts, biting and nipping all around my nipples and then finally, when I thought I might scream, he took my nipples into his mouth and teased them, too.

  “Vince.” I said his name on a breath and didn’t e
ven know why I was saying it. I felt like I was coming unhinged.

  He didn’t let up. His fingers stroked the inner seam of my ass, causing my hips to arch up into him. He used the motion to rock his erection harder into me. As my body shivered with its first fall into another amazing orgasm, he kissed back up to my throat and mouth. He looked into my eyes and winked just as I came apart.

  It was such a cocky thing to do and I should’ve found it gross, but I couldn’t. I wanted more. It was crazy.

  Vince had plans for me, though. He moved down my body and yanked at my panties. With just a snap of his wrist, sequins went flying across the room in every direction.

  “Vince!”

  He planted his elbows on either side of my thighs and grinned. “What?”

  “I need those!”

  He shook his head. “No. You don’t.”

  I sat up on my elbows and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  He dipped his head and licked me. “It means that right now, I’m not going to think about anyone else getting to see your body. I’m going to believe that this is all for me.”

  I arched my back and lifted my thighs. “More.”

  “Say that this is all for me.”

  I opened my eyes and saw the domineering look in his eye. It was hard, hot, and demanding. Something deep in me responded. “I’m all for you, Vince.”

  He growled and buried his face in me. His tongue delved into me and worked me into a frenzy. I clutched at the bedding and then his head. I couldn’t get my balance back as his fingers pulled me open and his mouth devoured me even more.

  I came in a screaming orgasm too fast and I felt like I’d hit a brick wall. My brain and body couldn’t get their shit together. I could barely make sense of up and down.

  “I could eat you all day long.” Vince sat back on his heels and watched me. “You’re fucking sexy when you come.”

  I felt my cheeks burn, but held his gaze. “It’s your turn.”

  He got out of bed and kicked out of his jeans. His briefs were tight and no match for the hard-on he was wearing. He opened his bedside table and pulled out a condom. “Wanna help?”

  I crawled out of bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. I took the condom from him and slowly peeled it open before holding it between my fingers. Looking up at him, I slowly smiled before leaning forward and flicking my tongue over the tip of his shaft.

  Vince swore and stroked his hand over my hair. “Do that again.”

  I did and then I opened my mouth and took him in as deep as I could. Sucking hard, I withdrew and then did it all over again. I moaned when his fingers locked in the back of my hair and he grunted my name. Relaxing my jaw and throat, I took him deeper and swallowed as the tip of him rested against the back of my throat.

  Vince immediately pulled away and scooped me into his arms. “One. You’re too fucking good at that and it makes me want to kill whoever you learned that from. Two. I’m pretty sure your mouth is heaven.”

  I laughed and licked my lips. “I’d be more than happy to finish my show.”

  He took the condom from me and shook his head. “I want to be in you.”

  Who was I to argue? I laughed even more as he easily threw me onto the bed. I could feel moisture pooling at my core, readying itself for Vince’s rather large shaft. I wanted him. I was taking everything I could.

  Vince rolled on the condom and fisted himself while staring at me. “I want you in so many ways that I can’t decide what to do first. I want to watch your face as you come with my dick in you, but I want to see your ass and grab it while I fuck you.”

  I came up on my knees and then turned so my ass was to him. I looked at him over my shoulder and almost went weak when I saw the way he was staring at me. The heat in his gaze was intense. “You have more condoms?”

  He nodded and stepped closer.

  “Want to know something, Vince?” I didn’t even recognize the sex kitten who’d taken over my voice. Husky and low, it reeked lust. “I’ve decided that you’re a gift.”

  He glanced up at my face. “A gift?”

  I wiggled my hips for him. “A gift. I work hard. I save. I don’t do anything for myself usually. I’m so focused on everything to get ahead that I hardly ever enjoy myself. This is different. You’re my gift to myself. I want to use you for as long as I can. A few days or a week. I don’t care. During that time, I’m going to enjoy myself, though. That means that you’re going to need to have a lot of condoms.”

  If possible, he looked even more turned-on. His grip on his shaft was tight and his breathing was labored. “What if I want to use you, too?”

  I arched my back and flipped my hair to the other side of my neck. “I want you to use me. However you want. Whenever you want.”

  Vince growled and moved forward. He gripped my ass, hard, and blew out a barely controlled breath. “And if some of the things I want are dirtier and harder?”

  “You said it yourself. I’m adventurous.”

  That earned me a slap on the ass. One strong slap and a stinging pain that faded as soon as he rubbed it away. “Too much?”

  I’d had rougher sex before but it felt different with Vince. He was virtually a stranger, but I’d already told him more than I’d told anyone, about my life and everything else. There was some kind of connection there and I trusted him for some reason. I wanted to experience everything he could give me.

  “No. I’m yours to use, Vince.”

  He slapped my ass again. “Say that again.”

  I felt him aligning our bodies and gasped as he rubbed his head over my clit. “I’m yours to use, Vince.”

  He growled. “Whose?”

  “Yours.”

  “Mine.” With one strong push, he filled me. More than I’d ever been filled, I could feel the tip of him reaching places that no one ever had before. He gripped my ass hard and swore.

  I felt my world tilt on its axis. Lightheaded for a second, I realized I wasn’t breathing and sucked in a gulp of air. He felt good. His legs pressed against the backs of my thighs, his hands on me, the force of his exhalations brushing over my back. Everything was sensory overload and I felt like the room was spinning.

  Vince slowly pulled out and then thrust back in. His hand landed on my ass again, the stinging mixing with the feeling of being so full and creating something better than I knew could happen. I dug my hands into the bedding and arched my back, trying to take him even deeper. Vince responded with another deep thrust and slap on the ass.

  I didn’t know what I was saying, but my mouth was moving and I could hear sounds coming out of it. Vince was all low growls and curses as he found a pace. Steady, deep, hard. He fucked me like he wanted to leave his mark. He hands on my ass were equally stinging and caressing. I was lost in him. Every thrust pushed me higher until I felt my whole body tightening.

  In and out, each thrust felt like Vince was claiming me as his own. He squeezed my ass again and pulled my cheeks apart. I heard him swear and then his finger trailed over the bud of my ass. He stroked it, and the sensation it caused, paired with his hard thrusting, was too much. I came with a scream that ripped through my body and gutted me.

  In another dizzying moment, I had an odd instance of clarity where I knew, without a doubt, that Vince was the best I’d ever had and would be the best I ever had. He was it. My body pulsed with pleasure and I’d locked up as it rocked me.

  Vince shouted my name and grabbed a handful of my hair as I felt him lose his pace and bottom out inside of me. His roar of pleasure as he came was everything that I’d needed to hear from him to let me know that he was experiencing the same earth-shattering orgasm that I was.

  As my orgasm turned into spasms, my body went limp and I sagged forward. Vince let go of my hair and followed me. Lying on top of me, he buried his face in my shoulder and kissed me there. I shivered and breathed roughly into the blanket.

  “Fuck.” Vince’s voice was deeper, huskier. He wrapped his arm under me and
held me. “Fuck…”

  I could agree. My body was still spasming, squeezing around Vince’s still mostly hard shaft. His breath on my neck spurred it on. His body on mine spurred it on. It was like being a nerve ending with a never-dying vibrator on top of it.

  Vince finally planted his arms on either side of me and lifted most of his weight off. “You okay?”

  I shifted my face to one side and sighed happily. “I’m in love.”

  “Yeah, well, I found a second heaven.”

  I thought he was moving off of me, but he stayed where he was. “Planning on staying there for the rest of the night?”

  He pulled out and then slid back in. When I shook and moaned, he responded by doing it again. “I think so.”

  “You’re not done?” I was shocked. He’d just come. I was used to that meaning the end.

  He pumped into me again, slower, more of a grind. It pressed my clit into the bed and the friction was magical. “Not even close. I’m surprised, too, but I’m not asking questions.”

  I grabbed his arms and held on. “Fuck, Vince.”

  He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Carolina. You’re mine.”

  I came again, with another scream, that time his name. I was terrified and excited that he might be right.

  Chapter 15

  Vince

  I stood in the kitchen the next morning, making coffee and wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I’d gone into some kind of possessive, sex-fueled haze the night before. I’d tried to claim Carolina like she was mine and I’d said things that I had no business saying. I’d lost control. I’d fucked her in so many different ways that my back ached. I’d pushed her limits and gone past some of them, not that she seemed to mind. I’d left bite marks on her shoulders and a fucking hickey on her neck.