by C. M. Steele
I blushed and dropped to my knees, crawling the rest of the way to him. His eyes opened wide then turned to slits as he gave me a hungry, lust-filled smirk. Pulling me to him, he kissed me hard and lifted me on top of him. My legs on each side of his thighs, he positioned me on to the head of his cock. I sighed as I felt the round tip rub my lips.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he ordered. I obeyed and pressed my pussy down on his thick pole. I felt the slow stretch as I impaled myself on his cock.
“Mm…” I moaned, pausing as I absorbed his width and the pleasure that electrified my core. Using my thighs, I slowly lifted my pussy up his cock.
“Ah,” he groaned as he started sliding his hands up and down my arms. His touch was intense, every single cell in my body began to tingle as his hands increased in pressure and slid to my ass. He gripped my cheeks for leverage as he forced me to ride him faster.
“It’s yours, April. Work it,” he grunted.
“Fuck, Milo…ah…ah…ooh,” I cried.
“Yes, April!” I bounced on him while my hands pressed against his strong chest. I loved the feel of running my hands through the short hair on it. He moaned as I let my nails glide across his flesh. I pulsed and squeezed him over and over again, feeling my orgasm building.
Milo pulled my face to his and kissed me hard. His demanding mouth controlled mine, just like he controlled every other part of me. My heart was pounding as he started to own our movements. He dominated my pussy as he started pumping up hard into me.
“Ah!” I screamed. I was so close that it wouldn’t be much more before I gushed. His mouth moved to my breasts to devour them, a feeling I couldn’t get enough of.
“Ah…uh…mm…Ah! I’m coming!” I shouted. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and roared, “April,” as he came.
Chapter 6
She went back to work the next day, but I called her like thirty times to make sure she was good. John Kowalski seemed to drop off the grid and that scared me. I learned that he was a former sniper for the government. He had the skills to do some deadly damage to my world, and it fucked me up.
After I had checked in with the police and my brother, I had dinner with April. She cooked up some chicken and garlic white rice. It was great. She could cook, another item to add to the amazing checklist I built for her.
“Thanks for dinner, babe. It was fucking delicious. Now, I’m looking for dessert.” She started to get up and walk to the bedroom when I stopped her. “Babe, dessert isn’t supposed to be served in the bedroom. I want my treat right here, right now,” I growled.
“She blushed, but sat back down.” She had on a pair of dark jean shorts and a tank top. April was breathtaking. I had her lean back on the sofa while I opened the jeans and slid them off her hips and down her legs. Her panties were next, but I wanted to test her wetness, so I pressed my thumb on the crotch of her panties and just as I expected, it was soaked. She moaned when I pressed harder against her wet, hot core. Sliding the panties to the side, I ran my tongue lightly once up and then down her slit. She purred and pumped her hips up, but it was my dessert, and I wanted to eat it slow.
“My treat, behave or I’m going to stop,” I warned. She frowned but stayed put until I pulled off her wet panties. Parting her thighs, I stared at her lightly covered pussy, her lips were pink and plump, ready to be teased. Our eyes met and I gave her a wink before tasting her clit. Lifting her hips off the sofa, I pressed my face against her heat. Her scent hit me hard, hardening my cock instantly. My pants were getting too tight to wear, but I wanted her to come before I stripped. I loved having her scent on the cuffs and collar of my dress shirt, so I left it on after dinner.
Her thighs flexed when I slipped a finger into her and pressed my thumb against her hard clit. I felt her pulse through her nub, she was ready to come for me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I scraped it lightly. Her pussy juiced all over my tongue the moment I pushed deeper into her core. I groaned when I felt her tighten. My cock was leaking in my suit. Still munching on her sweet pussy, I used one hand to start taking off my belt and undo my pants.
Slipping my dick out of my boxers, I took it in my hand and slowly stroked it; taking the finger over the head, wetting my thumb with my pre-come. I took my thumb and pressed it to her open mouth and demandingly growled, “Suck.” She hungrily sucked my thumb into her mouth, moaning in the process. She parted her thighs wider, naturally, as the pleasure was building. April started grabbing and squeezing her breasts through her shirt.
I looked up and her eyes were closed, head tossed back, and her teeth were nibbling on her lips as she pinched her nipple. Fuck, the woman was going to fuck herself into a seizure. She shook and cried out on my tongue, riding it hard. The moment she calmed down, I was on my feet lifting my shirt over my head and pointing my cock toward her hungry lips. Her eyes opened wide; still greedy and sucked my dick into her mouth while looking up at me. If my dick were any harder, I’d come.
Pulling out of her mouth, I said, “Get up and turn around and lift your ass up in the air. I want to watch your ass bounce while I fuck your tight little pussy.” I bent down, parted her folds with my dick and plunged into her. I knew from this angle I was too deep for her, but she’d gotten me too fucked up, and I wanted to pound her hard. Turning us at an angle, I placed my knees on the sofa and lifted her leg over the back of the sofa, opening her up wide for me. My girl was flexible as hell. Her ass shook as I pummeled her pussy.
“Ah!” she screamed as I pushed my finger in her ass.
“Am I too deep, baby?” I asked, but I didn’t stop pumping.
“No…” she shook her head. “It feels…good…ah!”
“Whose pussy is this?” I growled.
“Yours, Milo.”
“Damn right. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. That sexy face and fat-ass tits are mine, too. You’re all mine.”
She leaned over the arm of the sofa, her breast bouncing off of it as I continued to fuck my dick into her. I groaned when I felt her squeeze my dick; we were both about to come. I took her leg down and pushed them together, fucking hard into the sofa.
“Milo,” she moaned. I grasped both her tits in my hands and started pinching her nipples. “Mine,” I growled. She belonged to me, and I wanted her to feel it. My touch got rougher, pounding into her, my balls smacking her plump pussy lips.
“Come, April,” I ordered as I tugged on her hair, pulling her body back on mine and attaching my mouth to the raging pulse on her neck. I left my mark on her slender neck, biting and sucking hard, leaving no doubt that she was mine.
“Aaah!” she shouted, coming on my cock. I gripped her throat with one hand and her waist with the other and drove into her with short hard thrusts, filling her with my come.
We were laying on her sofa after a very satisfying fuck on the arm of the couch, in just our underwear, when I opened up to her. “Milo, where did you get all these scars? I remember you said you were with the FBI for a long time. Did those come from the job?” Her question was loaded with concern and heartache for the pain I endured and for some reason, telling her the truth was all I wanted to do. We reached a point of no return. I wanted this woman more than I wanted to breathe, and I’d only met her less than four days ago. Jackson’s feelings for Elizabeth made a hell of a lot more sense now.
“Most of them happened at the same time. Do they bother you?” Suddenly I felt insecure. I’d only been with one other woman since my injuries. She was disgusted with them, but I didn’t give a fuck what she thought because she was a one-night stand that I couldn’t wait to run away from. Just for being a bitch, I fucked her fast without satisfying her. She was nothing like my beautiful redheaded angel.
“Not like you’re thinking. I don’t like that you were hurt,” she whispered as she rubbed my chest hairs and the bullet wound in my center of my chest. I grabbed her hand that was playing with the wound and brought it to my lips for a kiss. She was sweet as they come, and I was lucky to find someone like her.
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br /> “I was on assignment about a year and a half ago. It was a big drug dealer and his men that we were trying to nail. I was with my own crew, so I didn’t think that anything wouldn’t go as planned. Hell, we thought we had them right where we wanted, but we were sorely mistaken. One of our own, a man I had called my friend, was in cahoots with him.”
“Oh, no!” she cried out. I hoped she didn’t cry for me. I didn’t want to see her tears.
“It’s okay, babe. I lived, right?” I said as I lifted her chin so that I could look into her sparkling green eyes. She only nodded.
“We were ambushed. All my men died. Markham, the one who’d been working with the dealer, had fled, but not until after he’d shot me in the back. I turned around to look at him, then he shot me in the chest.”
“That’s so terrible,” she cried, resting her head on my chest I felt her tears.
“It’s the reason I can’t stand a liar. Trust is something that is necessary to me. It means everything to know that I can trust someone. After that, I was suspicious of everyone but Mike.” Her tears flowed harder, and I knew it was time to drop the subject and take her to bed.
I carried her to the bedroom, setting her feet down on the floor while I pulled the covers back. After laying her down, I took off my boxers and crawled in behind her. Holding her in my arms, I groaned when I felt her body pressed against me. The low light from the lamp on the stand created a shadow on her skin, outlining her curves.
“Take off your panties,” I whispered my command. She slid them down, her ass hitting my cock hard in the process. I lifted her right leg as I lined my cock with her already juicing pussy.
“My pussy,” I grunted before sliding into her warmth. I didn’t know if I really wanted to fuck, or if I wanted to be as close to her as possible, but I needed this. I needed to feel her body being owned by mine because her ass already owned me.
She purred and began to slowly push back on my cock. With my arms wrapped around her, I lazily loved us to orgasm and a deep sleep.
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We made love that night, and he told me what happened to him with his former partner. He shared a lot about his past, including how he and Mike were orphaned, just like me, and I felt like an evil bitch. We talked about his love of reading, something we both shared, and how he was currently reading a book on trusting again. He divulged so much to me and it only compounded my guilt. I was stuck in the middle of something I didn’t know how to get out of. I knew if I told him the truth I’d lose him. The problem was his words that night—sealed my fate. I fell in love with him after we shared that special bond.
I cried tears for him, and then I cried tears for our relationship that was going to end soon. I absorbed his affection and gave him mine, ignoring the truth. He asked about my family, and I couldn’t help but lie. The truth would break us. Every moment we spent together I felt like a fraud, but I didn’t want to let him go, and I knew he wouldn’t let me leave him until I told him why.
He was with me every night even though he had to take care of his brother and look into the case. It was kind of crazy around the estate. Jackson’s partner Caleb James showed up with a sexy siren that was all friendly to Milo. I wanted to kick her down the stairs when I saw him hug her, which Caleb himself didn’t care for.
There was an uproar in the house because they found out who attacked Mike and the women that day. It was straight forward. Jackson’s other partner at the firm and his daughter had orchestrated the whole thing. She had wanted Jackson, and he wanted all the glory, power, and money Jackson had. They were both fucked in the head. That’s when I learned about the naked woman Milo had to carry out of the office forcefully. I tried not to be jealous, but he touched another naked woman after being with me. He promised that he didn’t get excited or anything. I just didn’t care for it, but he made it up to me later on.
Chapter 7
A week had passed since the accident and the shooting, but I was on guard all the time. I spent every night with her in my arms and all day walking the perimeter. My brother came out of the hospital four days after the shooting, but I didn’t tell him about April. I didn’t want him to get on me because I didn’t have it in me to fight about her. He didn’t trust her, but I did. She had my heart. I hadn’t told her I loved her, but I would soon.
I’d spent the night in her arms, and it was one hell of an experience. I craved it and knew that that’s the way it was going to be for the rest of our lives.
She woke up before me because she had to get to the Estate before I did, but I got up five minutes later and went to make the coffee while she showered. There was a knock at the door then a FedEx envelope slid through the space at the bottom. I picked it up and looked at the name. It was addressed to me. Strange, the only one who really knew I was here was Mr. Blake.
I pulled the tab on the envelope and pulled out a small packet of papers. On the top was a copied page of a yearbook with a picture circled in red. I looked at the image I was obviously directed to see. It was my April, but her last name was different. It was April McCorry. Also circled was the heading on the page. It read: Kennedy High School.
I started to look at the other documents. She ran away from her home in Chicago, and her family had been frantic with worry for her. Rewards were already at a hundred thousand dollars. There was nothing else besides that in the file, but it was more than enough for me. She had lied to me. She’d broken my trust. She was just eighteen now. I had to leave before she got out of the shower. At that point, I didn’t know what I’d do to her. Penning her a quick note and leaving the file on her kitchen table, I rushed out as fast as I could to my car and sped away.
I tried to avoid thinking of her as I drove back to the Blake Estate, but it was hard. She had several opportunities to be upfront with me. She gained my trust, something I didn’t give lightly, only to deceive me. The rage running through me almost forced me off the road and into a nearby ditch. Suddenly, I was glad I didn’t tell anyone about her. She duped me and the feeling was brutal. It was like I was in that hospital bed all over again.
“Hey, Eddie, I’ve got a bad feeling about this bust,” I said as we drove in our usual black FBI truck in the middle of a dark and quiet night.
“Milo, I’m with you, so how could anything go wrong? I’ve got your back,” Markham said.
I shook my head as he drove, and I looked out at the headlight lit road. “I know. It’s just something doesn’t seem right?”
“What’s got you freaking out?” His voice was strange. He sounded anxious, too. I wondered if he had the same feelings and was just hiding them.
“It’s just too easy. Like Martinez is lying in wait for us,” I answered nervously. It wasn’t like me to be a pussy, so I got my shit together before we reached the command station.
It was our usual team: Markham, Cable, Gomes, Henderson, Hernandez, and myself. There was also a special S.W.A.T. team coming with us. Our men numbered twenty and yet, I felt like it wouldn’t be enough. Supposedly, Martinez was alone, so it should be a quick snatch, grab, and cuff, but it wasn’t anything like that.
Seeing Martinez sitting alone with one of his latest whores, we made our move. Storming the place, we thought he was lightly guarded, but we were wrong. Out of nowhere, the men coming in from the back were struck by a trip wire set to a C4 explosive. I didn’t see who was injured since Markham and I came in from the front. Things were cloudy and chaotic in seconds.
I lost sight of Markham and most of the men that came in with me. All I could hear were the cries of the men being shot.
I managed to take down around ten men before my world was fucked up. I heard Markham tell Martinez where the ride was waiting, just as I lost the signal in my headset. He set us up.
I tried to go after them, but the room was filled with dust and smoke. When I reached them, I shouted, “Markham! You bastard.”
“Turn around and run, Milo. I don’t want to have to kill you, too.”
“You sent us to slau
ghter, Eddie!” I shouted. All our friends were probably dead. Men who had families, wives, children, all of them gone. I hoped not, but it wasn’t sounding too good.
I heard the gunfire behind me so I turned to hit the bastard shooting at me, then I felt the sting in my back. I turned to see him staring me down. Shaking his head, Markham pulled the trigger. I didn’t have a chance to move and it struck me in my chest.
“I told you to run, Milo,” he said as he stood over me.
“You shot me in the back you fucking coward,” I snarled with a labored breath before losing consciousness.
Once I got inside and showered her scent off me, I got ready to take Elizabeth to her parents’ place. It was an hour later when I spotted her at the front gate. She came to work, and I wanted to tell her to get fucking lost. I wonder if the Blake’s knew that she was a fraud. She must be after the family. It had to be the reason why. I’d been looking blindly in her direction that I didn’t see her approach.
“Milo, you have to listen to me,” she whined. I looked at her like she’d lost her mind. I walked away before I grabbed her around the throat and choked her ass. April still followed me. Didn’t she understand that I was about to combust with rage?
“I don’t have to do shit where you’re concerned. Stay the fuck away from me you lying ass bitch.” Again, I walked away, but she still didn’t get the hint.
“You are a fucking liar!” I shouted.
“You don’t understand!” she pleaded. April was crying, but I didn’t buy the crocodile tears.
“Save it, April. I can’t believe this shit. I ignored the first lie because it worked to my favor, but this is fucking ridiculous. I’m done. I told you I couldn’t stand a liar. I want you to stay the fuck out of my sight.” I huffed right passed Mike and Zoey and into the house.
I grabbed the car keys and told Elizabeth that we were leaving in five minutes. I hated that I wanted to talk to her and to understand how she could lie to me, but the hurt was too deep. Elizabeth and I drove to her family’s baseball game and I went into full alert mode, forgetting about April. It was easy to do; I just had to focus on my job.
