by Maren Lee
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned.
“Then I’m gonna eat your pussy while I stretch your asshole with my fingers, getting it ready to take my cock. Anyone else’s cock been in your ass since me, Lucille?” He may have been asking Lucille, but he was really asking Katie. He knew she’d get it.
“No,” she said breathily. “You’re the only man who has ever fucked my ass.”
Thank god. Ryan was relieved he had that. “Yes. That’s right. That’s my ass. I fucking own your ass. Say it, beautiful.”
“You own my ass.”
“Fuck yes, I do. Take off your shirt so I can watch your tits as I fuck your face.”
Katie pulled her t-shirt over her head. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
She licked her lips in anticipation. “Bring that big fat cock over here.”
“My show, Lucy. Don’t forget. But because you’re such a good little cocksucker, I’m gonna be nice and let you choose where you want me to shoot my load. Your face or your mouth?”
“Mouth. I want to swallow you, John.” She licked her lips again.
“Mmmm, my dirty little slut is thirsty.”
Katie looked up at him and nodded. “So thirsty.”
He rubbed the tip of his swollen cock on her lips and pushed against them with just enough pressure to open her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and licked his hole that was already seeping pre-come. Ryan hissed at the contact and then shoved his dick into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Katie gagged but quickly gained her composure.
“Yeah, gag on that fat dick, you naughty girl.” He ran his fingers into her hair and grabbed a handful of it as he pulled his dick out of her mouth and slammed back in. This time she didn’t gag. Good girl.
Ryan pushed in and out. Katie knew the exact amount of suction that he needed. When she started to get low on saliva, she pulled up off his dick and then spit on his member. Fucking hot. “Professional move, Lucille.”
Katie smiled around his cock, breaking character a bit. “I’m nothing if not professional,” she said, her words muffled with his dick in her mouth. Ryan cracked a smile. God help him that he wanted to laugh while he was getting the most amazing blowjob of his life.
Katie sucked him back in deep. Oh fuck. He forgot what he found so amusing. Ryan took control back and pumped his hips, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. But Katie took control back by reaching up and massaging his testicles. She tugged at his sack and a jolt went through his body. Oh shit.
“You gonna swallow me down, Lucille?” he asked as he pushed in again to the back of her throat and held it. Katie used her throat muscles and swallowed. Fuck. Ryan pulled out again, this time all the way. Katie kissed the tip of his dick and he slammed back in. She gagged for the second time. God, that’s so hot. Ryan wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. “Almost there, Lucy. Get ready for me.” He made a few more passes in and out of her mouth and then gripped her hair more tightly. “Oh fuck,” he said out loud as he felt the lightning pass through his body from the base of his brain to the tip of his dick. He came like he hadn’t come in months. Like she hadn’t milked him dry at least twice a day since they became an ‘us’ again. He grunted. He thought maybe he roared, but he was pretty sure there were very few sounds coming out of his mouth.
Holy shit.
Katie pulled off his dick and licked it clean. Just like John had asked.
“Mmmmmm. Thank you, John. You sure you still want me the full night? I’ll collect my $100 and leave if you’re satisfied.”
“Oh, I’m fucking satisfied. But I need more. I need you all night. That three grand is yours, baby. I’ll pay you up front if you don’t believe me.” Ryan didn’t actually have three grand laying around his apartment as a prop, but he could write a fake check if Lucille really wanted it.
She grinned. “I trust you.” He felt that coming from Katie and not from her character. She trusted him. He trusted her. That’s why this was always so good between the two of them. No shame. No inhibitions. All trust.
“My bedroom. Now,” he ordered.
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Katie was shivering in anticipation. It had been so long.
So.
Long.
Way too long since she’d had anyone send her into a fucking sex trance. She hadn’t even just orgasmed, yet she felt euphoria running in her veins. It felt like she was melting. Or floating? She didn’t know how she was actually following Ryan’s orders and walking to the bedroom, but she was.
“Lay down on the bed. Spread yourself for me,” he ordered again.
Katie did exactly what he said. She spread her legs, then took her hand and spread her pussy lips, displaying herself for him.
“Can’t imagine there’s a more beautiful whore out there,” he complimented her. Lucille. Don’t forget you’re Lucille.
“What’s next on the menu, John?” she asked, her voice sultry. She wanted to keep this going, too.
“I’m gonna suck on your clit until my dick is hard again and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Holy shit. She couldn’t form thoughts into words.
Ryan changed his voice. It was softer. Sweeter. “Katie, I want you know you can stop this at any time. Just tell me to stop.”
“I know, baby. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I need this,” she moaned. That was apparently all he needed. He dove back down in between her legs and feasted. It was the second time since he got home from work that he gave her epic head. He sucked on her clit and pushed three fingers into her pussy. As he finger fucked her, Katie reached up behind her and grabbed the headboard, gripping it tight.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Ryan hummed around her clit. Katie felt like she was going to come all over his face. But she wasn’t quite there yet. As if knowing exactly what was going through her mind at that very moment, Ryan pulled his fingers out of her cunt and dropped them down between her ass cheeks, tracing the crease until he reached her sphincter. Her drew lazy circles around the tight pucker. It felt so amazing. Brian would have never done this for her. She would have felt ashamed to even ask. But she never had to ask Ryan. Ryan knew.
He always knows.
He pushed his finger past the narrow ring up to his knuckle. He did it quickly, but gently. Still, Katie felt the burn from the intrusion. He continued sucking her on her clit, pausing every so often to slick the entire surface of her vagina with his wide tongue.
Holy shit.
“Going to put another finger in, beautiful. Get you ready for my cock. I’m paying you three grand, so I expect to be able to fuck all of my slut’s holes.”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped as he inserted another finger into her ass and scissored his fingers, making her wider. Fuck, it hurt. But it hurt so good.
So.
Good.
Ryan withdrew his fingers and leaned over her to his nightstand. He pulled out a condom and lube. Check and check.
He placed the lube on the bed then flipped Katie over onto all fours. He rolled the condom down his length, making a tight fist around his girth as he pulled his fingers out from her tight entrance.
Placing the swollen head of his cock at her behind he teased the entrance with a little pressure.
“Lucy, baby. I have lube. Do you want this nice and easy? Or do you want to feel the pain?”
She moaned at the pure sex in his voice. She knew what she wanted. She’d been in a relationship for months where it was nothing but boring. She never really felt anything. She needed to feel.
“I want the pain. I want to feel you. I want to feel everything.” She rocked her hips back pressuring the tip of his cock to breach her entrance.
Ryan moved the head of his cock down to her wet pussy. He slid in deep once, twice, three times, then pulled out and positioned the head at her ass.
“Your sweet pussy juice should be just enough to make that first thrust feel good while you ache from the pressure,” he said.
“Don’t wor
ry about me, John. I can take it,” she said breathlessly.
“I know you can.” He slapped her ass, grabbed her hips, and thrust past her taut entrance.
Holy fuck. So full. The burn of his hardness filling her ass felt good. Familiar. He was the only man she’d entrusted with every orifice.
Ryan continued to thrust in and out of her. Faster. Harder. Deeper. She felt his hand move around her hip and his fingers contact her swollen pink clit. He rubbed and flicked.
“Oh, fuck. So good. More,” Katie moaned.
He slammed into her ass harder and he pinched her swollen nub. She gasped. She could feel her orgasm building, almost there. She held her balance with her left hand and moved her right to rub on her breast and pull at her hard, sensitive nipples.
“Yeah that’s right, rub on those tits. Pull on those nipples, you naughty girl.” He continued flicking and rubbing her clit while pounding deep into her.
Katie couldn’t believe they were back. Back to this. He was fucking her ass like he used to. God, she’d missed him so much. This was exactly what she needed. It was everything. Fucking everything.
Katie’s clit throbbed, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her ass and nipples. Her body tensed quickly as the orgasm began.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Ryan encouraged her. “Come for me.”
Katie’s knees shook as waves of pleasure hit every inch of her body. Come dripped out of her aching pussy. It felt like she came on a gush. She couldn’t hold back. Not a single bit.
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s my little come slut.” Ryan buried himself deep inside her. She could feel his cock swell as he began pulsing, coming hard inside of her. Inside the condom. God, I can’t wait for those test results to come back. She felt the need for him to paint her inside and out.
Ryan fucking roared. Full on roared as he took her and claimed her ass again. She fucking loved it. Loved being his. Loved them being an ‘us’ again.
Ryan pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Katie dropped to her stomach on the bed, her head facing Ryan, who was breathing heavily. She felt empty. But sated. And fucking fantastic.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, also breathing heavily. Uneven.
Ryan laughed. “Holy shit is right.” He rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Katie assumed he was taking care of the condom. The sink ran for a second and then he was back with a washcloth. He cleaned between her legs and back to where she was most assuredly going to be sore in the morning. Maybe should’ve requested the lube.
“Thank you,” she whispered again. She wasn’t sure when her regular volume was going to come back. Ryan leaned down and kissed her and then tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket across the room.
He gathered her in his arms and held her close to his body. He was so warm. So hard in all the right places. Katie ran her fingers through the hair sprinkled across his chest. He kissed her forehead softly as she began to trace the dragon tattoo that snaked down his right arm. She’d once asked him what the tattoo meant. He claimed he was just young and thought a dragon would be a badass tattoo. It definitely was, but Katie felt like it was something more than that. Maybe the longer he wore the tattoo, the more it absorbed meaning.
Ryan pulled his head back to look at her. “I want you to know that I’ve never been more happy than I am when I’m with you.”
Oh no. Don’t cry.
“You’re making me so happy, Ryan. This week could have been horrible. But being with you…” She didn’t finish her sentence before he kissed her again, deeply.
Ryan pulled back and looked at her again, a twinkle in his eye. “Surprisingly, I’m not sleepy.”
Apparently, John was up for more.
Chapter 17
Ryan hated having to leave his warm bed – and his warm Katie – to head into work the next day. Last night had been… fucking earth-shattering. He was surprised his bed hadn’t been completely incinerated. But it hadn’t. It still existed. And it still held his sleeping beauty while he had to get up and put on pounds of uniform and equipment.
I should just call in sick. But he didn’t. It wouldn’t be right.
Morning briefing was slightly worrying. Overnight, there had been separate, yet coordinated, armed robberies at three pharmacies in Miles City, about three hours from Imminence. Controlled substances had been the target. With the street value of the stolen narcotics between $40 and $80 per pill, Ryan knew this trend would only continue. They had two pharmacies in Imminence, so it was time for a few extra drivebys.
Unfortunately, the harder it became to get pharmaceutical opioids, the more heroin was flooding the market. Brenden and Wesson were still all over that and Bounty County was now involved in a larger effort coordinated by an alphabet soup of federal law enforcement authorities: the FBI, DEA, and ATF.
He hoped like hell they could do something to stop this. Too many people were addicts. Too many people were dying. Just last week a college student at MSU died of an overdose. Fuck. Ryan made a mental note to talk to his daughter Hannah about drugs next time he was in Helena. She was a good kid, but it was about that time.
“Blakesly!” Justin shouting his name brought him out of his thoughts.
“Hunt. What’s up?”
“I just said hey. You seem like you’re in another world.”
“Yeah, was just thinking I need to call my daughter and tell her to ‘Just Say No’ to drugs after that briefing.”
“No shit.”
“What’s up with your schedule? You’re on today?” Justin had been on swing and night shifts lately. Ryan didn’t often see him at the briefing.
“Been burning both ends lately. My sleep schedule is totally fucked up.”
“Sorry, man. Day shift has been pretty boring lately, if that helps any. I’m just running speed traps today.”
“Sounds relaxing. Avery and I will be checking campgrounds and spending a bit of time parked outside of the pharmacies today, increased presence and all. I’m strangely excited for the low drama.”
“Fun. I’ll hear you on the chatter, I’m sure. We need another night down at the Cadillac.”
“You’re telling me. I need another date night with my wife before this baby comes.”
“Chloe keeping you up all day long with honey do’s?”
“I wish it was house projects. I could hire somebody to do that. My problem is that pregnant Chloe is fucking horny. Like 10-times hornier than non-pregnant Chloe. It’s exhausting.”
“Ohhhhh. She’s got both heads working ‘round the clock. Not the worst problem to have, man.” Maybe don’t complain about having to fuck your smoking hot wife all the time, Justin.
“I’m not complaining. I just need a good nap here and there.”
“Just nap at the office after you get off shift for a while. Tell her you’re doing paperwork.”
“I totally did that last time she was pregnant. I might need to start up again. Good talk, man.” Justin chuckled.
“Glad I could help.” Ryan shrugged.
Ryan felt sorry for Justin. Tiny kids were exhausting. Fuck. Is this going to be me again? He and Katie needed to have the kids talk. He’d do anything for her at this point, but he kinda wanted to know the likelihood of whether he was going to be a dad again sometime. A super old dad. You would be a super old dad, man. Ryan shook it off. Fuck it. If it means I get to have Katie forever, I’ll be an old dad. Kids are fun. They’re exhausting, but they’re still fun. And fuck, your kids with Katie would be beautiful. A little girl like Katie would be sassy. Gorgeous. Perfect. Nothing but trouble. Dammit, you’d be wrapped around her little finger. Just like her mama.
Jesus. Stop.
Ryan and Justin parted ways, but what Ryan didn’t know then was that he would need Justin about six hours into his shift. Thankfully, it was a relatively uneventful day. He ran speed traps in several different locations. Caught a couple of senior citizens driving way too fast for their eyesight (he g
ave them warnings), one nutjob who questioned Ryan’s authority to write a ticket (he got a ticket), a woman who clearly pulled her shirt down and leaned toward the window in the hopes that her cleavage would get her out of a fine (it didn’t work), and a car full of high school kids headed to Geyser Park in Billings to play mini-golf (he didn’t ticket the driver, just told her to slow down or he’d call her parents).
He’d just pulled over his tenth car of the day and from the start it was different from the others. It already felt like there was tension floating in the air. The car was nice – a brand new gunmetal gray Dodge Challenger with Colorado plates. The driver was a portly forty-something male with a heavy Russian accent. According to his Colorado driver’s license, his name was Ivan Nosarev. He’d been going 85 in a 55 and he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. Naturally, Ryan had him do a field sobriety test.
