Detective's Orders (Curvy Girls Club Book 4)

by Alexa Blue

  As we continue kissing passionately, he’s already lifting the buttons on his shirt, and I’m not stopping him. Hell, the man could do anything to me right now, and I wouldn’t dare try stopping him.

  His body feels so hard, so rugged against mine, and now, more than ever, I ache to see what he looks like without the formal clothes he’s dressed up in.

  Even though I can tell Nate’s a good man, I know there’s a bad boy in him. He promised to show me his bad side, and something tells me he’s a man of his word. Now, I get to experience this bad boy, firsthand.

  I promised my heart that I wouldn’t allow myself to get close to another man after Daniel. But there’s something dangerously sexy about Nate that has my pussy aching with want. As much as I try pushing him away, there’s a magnetic force that drives me closer.

  He tosses his shirt on the ground, and a possessiveness takes over him as he grabs me under my chin and presses his body against me.

  As I feel his rock-hard abs resting on my breasts, a new part of me begins to emerge. It’s a part that may even be able to match his bad side. I spread my legs, and as my skirt lifts to my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist. From the way he looks at me, I know he wants nothing more than to make squirm with pleasure. From the way I’m looking at him now, I hope he can tell just how badly I need to feel him inside me.

  Daringly, I lower my hands, and my insides shudder as I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against his pants. We continue our passionate kiss when I lower his zipper and squeeze my tiny hands inside his pants opening. I squeeze on his hard cock and even through the fabric of his briefs, I feel the protruding veins wrapped around his shaft. For a moment, I imagine those veins pulsating against my flesh.

  God, what has come over me?

  Nate drags his lips lower and begins sucking on my neck, eager to leave his mark.

  I cannot help but let out a soft whine that has me touching myself all over as he continues having his way with me. I pull down on my dress so that more of my breasts are exposed, and the sight of my tits drive him over the fucking edge.

  Unable to control himself any longer, Nate lifts himself off me and pulls my dress over my head, so that I lay back on the sofa, covered in nothing but my underwear—my entire body at his mercy. Thank God, I decided to put on the only sexy lingerie I own, a lacy black pantie when getting dressed this morning.

  I’m very conservative and would not usually feel so at ease, having my every curve exposed to a man I know for all of two weeks. But I’ve never been looked at the way Nate looks at me. The lust in his eyes makes me think I’m perfect, that my every roll and my every curve is exactly where it needs to be.

  How the fuck is it possible that one man can have such a hold over me? That this man can make me feel things I have never thought was possible … dare I say, confident even.

  Nate has done so much for me. Not only has he gone out of his way to make sure no harm comes falls over Dax or me, but he restored my lost faith in men.

  And now, he’s about to help curb the insatiable craving I feel between my thighs.

  My soaked-up panties are a hot mess, but that does not faze him one bit, if anything, it’s making him want me even more.

  “I love how excited you are. Is this pussy wet for me?” He growls seductively into my ear. God, just hearing him speak like that almost has me coming on the spot.

  “Why don’t you take them off and see just how excited I am,” I say; more like plead.

  Thank God I shaved on Thursday. Perhaps a part of me knew the sexy detective was going to bend me over, and that I’d be entirely at his mercy.

  He pulls down my panties and his eyes beam at the sight of me.

  “This sweet pussy belongs to me now. I’m going to take good care of it and make sure it gets every bit of attention it deserves.”

  He takes a few moments to scan my body.

  “Take off that bra,” he barks. This is a part of him I haven’t seen before. A dominant side that shatters me to my core.

  When I finally flick my bra to the ground. Nate growls over my naked body like a dog on heat. Excitement presses against his pants, and he opens the buckle of his belt. Together with his underwear, Nate pulls down his pants and a thick, large rod bounces with greedy desperation.

  God, his cock is even bigger than I imagined.

  Nate has a solid frame that must have been carved by the Gods. Large muscles cover his body, and thick layers of ink spreads across his arms and back.

  “Fuck, Nate,” I moan his name ever so gently. He pulls on my legs, spreading them apart and wrapping them around his waist before reaching behind my back and lifting me in his arms.

  His cock presses against the ache that is my pussy, and I know… I’m in for the ride of my life.

  Nate

  When I became a detective, I swore to find as many criminals to put behind bars.

  Right now, Emily’s body must be a sin because all I want to do is lock her up and throw away the key.

  I don’t ever want to see this sexy body leave my apartment.

  My cock presses on her tight, wet opening as I carry her to my dining room table. The sensation of our naked bodies rubbing up against each other is nothing short of fucking magical.

  A feast worthy for a king—I want her body spread out on my table; served up to satisfy my hungry appetite.

  I lay her down and take a few moments to admire the Goddess writhing in front of me. I don’t consider myself to be a religious person, but looking down at Emily, I know that only God could have carved out something as beautiful as her.

  The juices on her youthful pussy glisten against the light in my dining room table, making her that much more inviting.

  With my thumbs, I spread her little pussy open and growl at the beautiful sight of her pinkness.

  I’ve waited so long, since I first laid eyes on Emily, and now that she is spread out for me, I cannot wait a second longer to claim what’s mine.

  With her lips spread open, I dive in and devour the sweet flower between her legs. First, I tease her pussy with my beard before digging in and licking up every ounce that drips down her thighs. Her legs lock-in, squeezing on my head, but I continue ravishing her sweet cunt. I feel her entire body begin to quiver, and I know, she’s about to reach her first climax. Even with her legs thrashing about, I’m ruthless with my tongue and continue my relentless licks up her folds while my thumb presses on her sensitive clit.

  I allow her recovery from the sensitivity between her thighs and roll my hands up her body, taking her pert nipples between my fingers. She has beautiful, large breasts—breasts made for a big man like me.

  Rolling my fingers against the hardness of her nipples, I hear Emily begin to lose control again.

  God, she wants every bit of this just as much as I do.

  I climb up her body and position my cock between her folds. As I lift myself to kiss her, I ride my shaft along her flaps, giving her a preview of what’s to come.

  “Fuck, Nate,” she whimpers my name. “I want you so fucking bad!”

  As if that were my cue, I begin pressing harder against her folds and feel her legs spreading for me; desperate for me to make my way inside her. But, I know I’m a big boy. I’d have to stretch open her tight little pussy before I fill her up.

  My hand snakes down her every curve until I reach the spot where it aches most—right between her legs. I stop kissing her and wait to feel her exhale into my mouth as I slip the first finger inside her opening.

  “Oh, Jesus!” she moans, and shuts her eyes close.

  “You like that?” I breathe into her mouth.

  “Aha!” She cries out softly. If Daxton weren’t fast asleep in the next room, I’d make her squirm until she screams my name for my entire apartment building to hear.

  I pull my hand back and fill her again. This time, I stick two fingers inside her. Her smooth flesh feels like heaven against my fingers. Slowly, I take her deeper and deeper, scissoring and st

retching her open with every thrust.

  Lifting my head, I glance down at my queen writhing about on the table as I continue getting her ready for me. God, how the fuck did I get so lucky?

  When I was sent to investigate the scene of a burglary, I never imagined I would meet someone as stunning as Emily. I especially never imagined that she would be moaning my name over and over, begging me to fill her.

  Emily pulls on the back of my neck. “Nate, I want you so fucking bad. I want you inside me…”

  “Beg,” I growl.

  “PLEASE!”

  Hearing her moans has my cock is dripping with pre-cum. God, I need to feel my cock rub against her.

  I don’t give a fuck about searching the apartment for a condom. I will not use condoms with my wife; no, I want her to feel my raw cock spread her tight lips open. I want to plant my hot, sticky cum right where it belongs—against her sweet walls.

  Climbing back down on her, I pull Emily across the table, so her sweet cunt is at my mercy and I wrap her legs around my waist.

  Slapping my shaft against her entrance one last time, I grind my teeth and press into her.

  “Ahhhhh, fuck!” We cry out in unison.

  My core clenches as I push my cock deeper into her until her tight little pussy swallows me whole. I rest my cock inside her, allowing her a few moments to feel my veins pulsating against her warm flesh, and she clenches her pussy around my cock. God, that almost has me fucking coming on the spot.

  “Now, let me show you just how bad I can be,” I growl and thrust back into her.

  Her moans grow louder with every thrust, and I place my hand on her mouth to block out the noise. The last thing I’d want is for the sound to wake Daxton and I’d have to stop riding my queen.

  “Take me,” she whimpers softly against my hand. “I’m yours.”

  “Baby, you were mine since I first laid eyes on you,” I tell her, “and you will be mine for the rest of our lives.”

  I begin fucking her harder and deeper with every thrust. My balls slap against her ass as I take her. The sweet sounds of ecstasy that escape her lips as we continue making love echoes in the back of my head and drives me to plunge my shaft deeper inside her.

  Her sounds are becoming too much for me, and I know I won’t be able to last much longer.

  I need her to cum.

  Suddenly, Emily’s pussy tightens around me, and her thighs tighten around my waist. A powerful orgasm crashes over her, but I keep plowing my cock into her.

  “Fuck, fuck, FUCK…” I growl. The sounds of the orgasm rippling through her has me done for.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I feel my balls tingle, and my cock expands inside her until I shoot my first load deep inside her womb.

  I crash down on her and release four more powerful squirts of my seed inside her.

  As I rest my naked body on top of hers, we are reduced to nothing but violent heartbeats. I have never felt more complete in my life than at this moment.

  We connect in the most beautiful way possible, and I know there’s no better time for me to say this.

  “Emily… You make me feel things I have never felt before. And I know it can only be one thing. Emily, I love you.”

  Her face flushes red. As if this is the first time she hears the words, but I hold my eye contact. I want her to look deep into my eyes and see that I mean every word of what I say.

  My love for her is real. It’s a burning flame that will continue when we’re ninety years old and on our death beds.

  She gazes intensely into my eyes, and she must see the honesty in them because the words that come out of her mouth make me feel complete.

  “Nate… I love you too.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emily

  “Hi Maureen, I know I’m early, so I’ll just wait over there,” I tell my therapist’s receptionist and walk off to the waiting room before she tells me about her weekend.

  The Cosmopolitan, the top magazine on the pile of historical artifacts my therapist has to keep us entertained, catches my attention. Damn, I keep forgetting to bring the magazines.

  Giving up on the idea of flipping through the same magazines, I reach for my phone and spend the next few moments aimlessly scanning through my Instagram feed. Like most people my age, I have an Instagram account, except my profile is completely blank—I don’t ever post anything. I use it to see pictures and videos my friends upload.

  I find it relaxing to see how other people seem so content and happy with their lives. It makes me think that if they can find happiness in this life, that I could one day find the same.

  I’m not sure if what I have right now is happiness, but I know that my cheekbones are started to throb from all the smiling I’ve been doing. Hell, surely, it’s not normal being this happy?

  God, the sex is out of this world. Nate treats me like a Goddess, but he turns into a monster in the bedroom, one that’s not scared to touch me all over and have me cum multiple times in a single session.

  I’ve never liked the idea of a man eating me out. Now I believe anyone that doesn’t like the idea is doing it with the wrong person. Just the thought of Nate’s bearded chin tickling the space between my legs has me tingling with desire.

  Focus, Emily, now is not the time to be daydreaming.

  Having Nate around has not only done wonders for my sex life but with him helping out with Dax, I have finally managed to find the time to get to my game development back on track.

  I’m amazed at how supportive he has been. In fact, he encourages me to push through whenever he sees me slacking off, even though I know he would rather have me bent over in those times, but he also knows how badly I want to work for myself.

  This game will help me get there.

  “I’ll see you next week,” I hear Dr. Jansen say to a client as she waves at me, signaling that I’m next.

  I crash onto the couch in the same corner I have for the last three years, but this time, something’s different, and Dr. Jansen call tell.

  “You’re in a good mood,” she remarks.

  “I don’t think I’ve been happier in my life,” I confess.

  “Interesting,” she says and jots down a few notes in her notepad, “is there any specific reason behind the smile?”

  I let out a quirky grin. “For starters, I’m finally getting along with my colleagues at work.”

  “Really?” She gasps, almost as if she thought this day would never come.

  “Yeah, I’m even trying to be nice to my male colleagues.” For the last three years, I suppose I have been a nightmare to work with. The only reason I suspect my boss keeps me around is that I’m good at what I do. But, I would do my job, avoid everyone around me like the plague and leave.

  I’d avoid meetings and organized outings with other staff, and after a while, they stopped inviting me. I would always fabricate reasons not to engage with my colleagues.

  “You mentioned the detective last week. Do you think he has anything to do with this newfound happiness?”

  My cheeks burn red just thinking about him again. “I’ve taken your advice. We went out on a date, two dates, actually.”

  God, please don’t start asking me about my sex life.

  I almost tell my therapist that I spoke to Nate about nearly having an abortion.

  But, I decide to keep that myself. That will remain between myself and Nate.

  For the first time, I see the progress Dr. Jansen sees. Since Nate has entered my life, I feel like I’m finally going somewhere. I’m officially over Daniel, my boy is happier than I have ever seen him, I’m back on track with my app, and it feels like a massive void inside my heart has been filled.

  For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to love and to be loved back… unconditionally.

  There is nothing, and no one that can ruin this feeling…

  Nate

  I usually consider myself to a very ‘together’ man, but all that falls away the moment I lay my eyes on Emily.

  She has a powerful hold over me, and for the first time with someone, I know what love feels like—an inescapable sensation that rocks me to my core and leaves me helpless in my feelings.

  I plan on waking up next to Emily every day for the rest of my life. I will be damned before I allow anyone to come in between my queen and me.

  Emily told me she has a crazy group of friends and insisted that if I’d like to take things further and ask her out on another date, I’d need their permission first.

  What Emily doesn’t know is that I don’t plan on asking her out on another date; we have the rest of our lives for that.

  No, I plan on making her mine in the eyes of the law.

  I’ll speak to her friends, not because I want their permission, but out of courtesy. To give them a heads up and tell them to clear the date for our wedding.

  “Hi. Nate speaking,” I tell Rob, the guy I dealt with from the security company.

  “Nate, everything okay?”

  “Everything’s perfect. Listen, we won’t need Heinrich’s services any longer. Please cancel the security outside Emily’s door and send me the bill. I plan on taking care of Emily myself going forward.”

  It’s been three weeks since her ex broke into her apartment and he hasn’t shown his face since. If he has, he must have seen me and made a run for it. With no fixed address, it’s near impossible finding the man. Emily suspects he may have sold his things for drugs and now is homeless.

  Heinrich has been standing guard outside Emily’s apartment, but that will change.

  Tonight, I plan on telling Emily that she and Dax should move in with me.

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