Love and Law

by K. Webster

  “You smell like soap but taste like honey, baby girl,” he praises, sending ripples of happiness to my heart.

  When he pushes his tongue inside me, I cry out. So slippery yet strong, it teases me. He pulls it out again and licks me hard all the way back up to my clit, where he quickly circles it. I’m starting to involuntarily thrust my pussy against his tongue, carnal desire taking control over my body. He rewards me by not stopping his assault, instead going quicker and firmer. I’m humping his face without shame when he slides two fingers into my wet entrance.

  “Oh, God, more!”

  He finger-fucks me and owns me with his tongue until I come long and hard. Once I’m done and panting hard on the bed, he pulls away and begins stripping. Lifting up on my elbows, I admire his physique. I love his perfectly sculpted body—the way his tattoos paint the flesh beautifully. His lower stomach muscles are shaped into a ‘V’ that points right to his enormous cock, which is still hiding in his boxers. Sexy tattoos paint his dark skin, making him look badass. When he slides his boxers down, his dick bounces out and bobs heavily as he kicks away the rest of his clothes. While he searches the bedside table for a condom, I slide three fingers to my pussy and massage myself in large, slow circles.

  He sheathes himself and turns his attention back to me, eyeing me hungrily. “Maya, you’re so beautiful. I want you so bad.”

  Whimpering, I nod and spread my legs wide open for him but continue pleasing my clit. He puts a knee on the bed and slides a hand under my ass, pushing us up farther on the bed. I lie back as he lines himself up against the entrance of my body that is trickling with arousal. Pushing slowly but firmly, he fills every square inch of my sex with his full, throbbing cock.

  “God, you always feel so fucking good,” he groans as he begins thrusting into me. His pace is just quick enough that his balls slap my asshole, and fuck if I don’t have an urge to want him there again too.

  He covers me with his body so that our chests mash together, forcing me to slide my hand away and abandon my self-pleasuring. We’re both already perspiring, so we’re creating a slippery friction that adds to the overall insanely delicious feelings coursing through our bodies. His mouth descends upon mine and he kisses me gently. It feels as if he’s trying to tell me words with his mouth and body.

  “Was it the truth?” he growls against my lips as he thrusts powerfully into me.

  I’m beginning to feel another orgasm teasing my nerves, so I’m temporarily at a loss for words. “Mmmm,” I mumble, getting even closer to the edge.

  “Baby girl, did you mean those words?”

  I know what he’s asking, and I meant them. It wasn’t a ploy to trick Oculus. I do love this man. That’s why my heart will be broken when I have to leave him.

  “Yes, I love you. I know it’s crazy, but you’re my world,” I admit.

  He brings his face up to look at mine while he continues pounding into me. His eyes search for the truth, and with my words, he finds them.

  “God, I fucking love you too, Maya,” I groans.

  My orgasm slices through me, and I tilt my head back and cry out as, all over my body, shudders ripple through me. I feel him pump three more times before his body releases his climax.

  “Fuck,” he gasps as he fills me up and then eventually comes to a stop.

  He kisses me again, ever so sweetly this time, and tears immediately fill my eyes. “Ben, this can’t work. You don’t understand.” The big, fat tears roll out of my eyes and down my cheeks, wetting my hair along the way to the bed.

  “No, baby girl. It will. Tomorrow, we’re going in to that meeting to finish this, but then it is over. I’ll fucking move the three of us to the other side of the country if I have to. I only want you—always.”

  He nuzzles his nose against mine, which only causes me to cry harder. What would happen if I just ran away with him? I want to so badly, but can I leave my life, my career, for Ben? When his lips reverently press against mine again, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I can.

  I will let him whisk me away. Nothing matters except for him and me. He’s absolutely the only one for me.

  “I love you, Ben. I want to run away from reality, to be stuck in a perfect world with you,” I admit when he pulls away to look at me.

  He rewards me with a sexy grin that makes my pussy clench around his now soft cock, which still rests inside me. “Let’s celebrate,” he growls naughtily at me as he pulls out of me to go dispose of his condom.

  I know that, by celebrate, he means fuck, and my heart pounds in anticipation. This man makes me feel good on so many levels. Soft and slow or quick and rough—I love it all with him.

  I squeal in surprise when he comes back over to me, grabs my ass, and flips me to my belly. I hear the bedside table open again as I get to my hands and knees. He puts on another condom and climbs onto the bed behind me. His giant cock slams into my throbbing pussy from behind with such force that I nearly fly forward off the bed, but he holds me place, both hands on my hips.

  Just like last time, his thumb begins teasing my other hole while he fucks me. I want him to own every part of me, and I’m so turned on by the idea of having him there too, not just his thumb, which threatens to breach me there.

  “I want to try it,” I gasp out.

  He stills and presses his thumb against me there. “Here?” His voice is so low. So fucking sexy.

  “Yes, please,” I beg.

  “Fuck, baby girl. Can you get any more perfect?”

  I whimper when he pulls out of me and climbs off the bed. The bedside table drawer is once again being opened and I wonder what he’s fetching. I hear him pop the cap off of something and I shiver nervously. What if it hurts? Shit. My heart pounds in equal parts anticipation and fear. But when he climbs back on the bed and grabs a handful of my ass, the fear melts away.

  “Any time you want to stop, we will, Maya.”

  I nod and rest on my elbows so I can thrust my ass higher. Disappointment fills me when he slides his cock back into my pussy. But before I can say anything, his now slippery thumb pushes deep down inside my other hole.

  “Ah!” I cry out in surprise.

  “Relax,” he orders in a throaty growl.

  I force myself to calm down, and soon, I’m enjoying the foreign sensation. He slides it in and out a few times before pulling it out again. When his cock slides out of me, I can’t help but tense up with nerves.

  “Relax,” he reminds me as he massages one ass cheek with his hand.

  The tip of his cock circles that puckered hole, and I feel like I want it there even though I am nervous. When he slowly begins to push past the tight opening, I clutch the comforter and cry out as fire fills me there. God, he’s so fucking big. I feel like I’m being torn in two.

  I’m about to tell him to stop, but I force myself to relax my muscles, which helps him slide all the way in. He doesn’t move, just stays still, allowing me to get used to the way it feels. His hand circles around my body and teases my clit. The painful burn starts to dissipate as the sensual way he touches my sensitive nub takes over. I’m just getting into the way he touches me when he begins slowly sliding in and out of me.

  It still burns, but it also feels so good. He’s got me stretched as wide as I can go and I’ve never felt so filled.

  “Feel okay?” he pants, still slowly fucking me.

  “Yes,” I promise him, my voice mostly just a whisper.

  He pulls his hand away from my clit and grabs my ass cheeks tight as he picks up his pace. My hand replaces his and I start touching myself. I slide two fingers into my pussy, shocked at how quickly I near orgasm, being filled completely. My palm rubs against my clit as I finger-fuck my dripping-wet self. His cock is so large that I feel the pressure of it pressing against my fingers as he fucks my other hole.

  “Oh my God, Ben! This is—fuck!” I scream out as my orgasm seizes me and clutches my fingers from within me. My assault on myself slows but he doesn’t stop. Tears roll down my
cheeks as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had continues to tear through me. He groans out behind me and I know he’s come as well.

  I’m crying and laughing at the same time. Ben tenses from behind me and slowly pulls himself out of my body. I collapse onto the bed and continue to act like a crazy person as my emotions and sensations confuse me.

  He lies down beside me and gently strokes me up and down my back. “Are you okay?”

  The worry in his voice cuts my heart open. This man is my everything. He doesn’t know it, but he owns my mind, body, and soul.

  “Yes, Ben. That was… That was amazing. I mean, it hurt but it also felt so good. I’m confused. I’m sore. I feel violated, but I want it again. It doesn’t make any sense,” I tearfully admit. And it’s true. It was a crazy, amazing experience that I’ll be eager to try again.

  “I’m sorry, baby girl. I wanted it to feel good. We don’t have to ever do it again.”

  “No! I’m not making sense at all. I loved it. I’m burning and throbbing from the invasion of a place that hasn’t been breached before you, but I fucking love that you were the one to take me there. And honestly, once I recover, I know I’ll want it again one day soon. It was one of the most unusual yet sexually intense things I’ve ever experienced.”

  He swipes my hair off my shoulder and kisses the skin there. “I love you. This—us—I want every single day. I’m ready to have the beautiful relationship that my parents enjoyed. With you, it’s possible.”

  He kisses me once more before climbing off the bed to start the shower for us. I love him too, which is why tomorrow is going to hurt so bad. When the bust goes down, he’ll hate me. Our dream of running away together will be just that—a dream. And my heart, right along with his, will be broken. I hope that, one day, he’ll forgive me.

  THE SMELL OF BACON DRAGS me from the heavy sleep I was in. I reach over for Maya only to realize she must be downstairs with Grammy already because the bed is empty. God, that woman. So beautiful, sexy, and adventurous. But she’s also still a frustrating goddamned mystery. I can always see her secrets lying just below the surface, and I want to reach in and grab them out so we can move on to being a normal couple without a barrier between us.

  I roll over and glance at the clock on the nightstand with one sleepy eye open. It’s just a quarter to nine. We still have a little over an hour before the meeting at ten. I climb out of bed and walk over to my dresser in search of some clothes. The smell of breakfast makes my stomach growl. I wonder if we’ll have time for a quickie before we have to leave. The memory of last night when I was balls-deep in her ass has my cock thickening as I yank up a pair of boxers. The fact that she wanted me to own her there too makes me love her even more.

  I pull on the rest of my clothes and put on my shoes. I’m brushing my teeth when a thought hits me. Google. Why the fuck did I not think of learning more about her through a simple Internet search? You can learn a lot about someone through their Facebook page. I quickly make my way over to my laptop sitting on my desk and turn it on. If she won’t tell me the things she’s hiding, maybe I can find them out for myself. Whatever it is can’t possibly be that bad.

  Several moments later, I’m typing Maya Simpson into the search engine. One of the first things that pops up is a newspaper article from seventeen years ago.

  My heart breaks for her. She must have been devastated. At least this was a true story she told me. Fuck, what kind of asshole am I for looking her up?

  I’m just about to close the laptop when another article catches my eye.

  WHAT. THE. FUCK.

  My blood is boiling. A fucking detective?! I am seconds from slamming the laptop shut and storming down to confront her when I see another article.

  I can’t read anymore. I’m fucking livid now. Fucking Miguel, her best friend, is also her partner? I stand so suddenly that my chair flips backwards behind me and clatters to the floor. My body is shaking so bad with anger and feelings of betrayal.

  She is fucking undercover. That is the only thing that makes sense—how she literally came out of nowhere and followed me right to the fucking middle of all of it. From day one, it’s all been a setup. She doesn’t fucking love me. It was a lie to put me, along with Oculus and everyone else, in prison. I let her into my home—brought her to meet my Grammy!

  I smash my fist through the drywall in fury. And now, the meeting with Blaze and Oculus was only set up so she could take everyone down in one swoop. Fucking bitch.

  Flying out of my room, I’m not sure what I will do, but I need to understand why she went as far as to sleep with me and tell me she loved me. It didn’t seem fake. I can tell when she lies, and that part of her has always seem real. I’m fucking sick to my stomach.

  After bounding down the stairs, I stomp into the kitchen to see Grammy at the stove.

  “Where the fuck is she, Grammy?” I growl out.

  Grammy turns around and gapes at me in shock. “You need to cool it with the attitude, mister. I will not allow you to talk like that to me in my home.”

  “Grammy!” I roar. “Where the fuck is Maya?”

  She throws her spatula at me, burning me with hot grease on my arm.

  “What the fuck!” I scream, losing my patience by the second.

  After storming over to me, she grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me to her. “I don’t know what that girl’s done to you, but you will never disrespect me in this house. Whatever she’s done doesn’t give you the right to act like this, Benjamin. Your parents would be horrified. I suggest you cool your jets before you talk to her. She’s a good girl, and you’ll lose her this way,” she warns before letting go of me.

  “Grammy, she’s about to ruin my fucking life—our life! She’s a fucking detective,” I try to explain, much calmer than before. My body shakes with anger and now fear of what will happen to Grammy when the shit hits the fan.

  She narrows her eyes at me once I’ve admitted to Maya being a cop. Grammy is smart as a whip and puts the pieces together. “You’re a gangster. Pooh Bear, I am so disappointed in you.”

  My heart is officially broken. “I’m so sorry, Grammy.”

  Her wrinkled lips form a line as she regards me and shakes her head. “Where is she?”

  “On her way to set me and a whole bunch of other people up. Grammy, I’m looking at prison.”

  Her eyes mist over but she hardens them. “Are these ‘people’ bad?”

  I nod. “The worst. They’re dangerous, evil, murdering drug dealers. But I promise you, I’ve never murdered anyone.”

  She shakes her head again in disproval. “What if it goes badly? Would you be okay with her getting hurt? Much worse, killed?’

  The thought of seeing Maya lying in a pool of blood sends daggers right to my heart. As fucking pissed as I am at her, I would never want anything to happen to her. Regardless of how she feels about me, I actually loved her. I still fucking love her and I’m pissed about it.

  “You must go protect her and also own up to your mistakes. I’ll be okay, son. Just don’t go getting yourself killed. And protect that girl. Even if that means prison. Because, Pooh Bear, you’re a Cartwright. We’re honest, good people. It’s never too late to do the right thing—to turn things around. Now give me a hug and then get out of my house before I turn you black and blue with my magazine,” she threatens.

  I pull her into my arms and hug her tight. Her familiar, comforting scent fills my lungs for what might be the last time.

  “Grammy, I’m so sorry. I love you.”

  She nods and lifts up her head to kiss my cheek with her wrinkled lips. “I know. I love you too, son. Now get!”

  I squeeze her one last time before bolting from the kitchen back upstairs. My heart clenches when I find one gun. At least she left me with the other. I pick up my phone and struggle with warning Oculus. But when I think about how he’ll possibly hurt her, I shake away the thought of helping him. He may have always been like a father to me, but he is not my father.


  It’s barely nine now, so I’ve still got an hour to maybe change her mind. She seemed so sincere about wanting to run away with me. If I can find her and take her away from here, maybe we will have a shot at a happy ending.

  I see a text from Oculus and pull it up. My heart sinks.

  Oculus: Nine works even better than ten. Your bitch better not be playing us.

  His text is in response to one “I” sent earlier, changing the time. Now I realize she fucking changed the meeting time and left me in bed so that I wouldn’t get brought down too. So maybe she does love me if she was willing to put her job on the line to keep me out of it. God, she does love me—she has to.

  But unlucky for the both of us, I can’t allow her to go in there alone. Oculus will demand to know where I’m at and probably shoot her just for the fucking fun of it. I stuff the gun into my waistband and run out of the room in an effort to stop things before they blow up with Maya in the middle of it.

  The drive to the office is normally a short one, but today, it feels like forever. When I turn down the alleyway, my heart thumps wildly in fear of what’s about to go down. How am I going to get her out of here? Is it too late?

  I get out of the car and jog inside, making a beeline straight for the office. When I burst inside, I startle everyone. My eyes search the room to see what I’m contending with. Oculus is seated at the desk with Blaze on the other side. CJ, Maya, Oculus’s mouthy idiot minion, and some tall Mexican are standing along the wall. He looks familiar. Even though he’s wearing a bandana, I recognize him as the cop who tried to arrest me that day. It’s fucking Detective Lopez. And now I know he’s her fucking best friend. I don’t even have time to be jealous when Oculus’s voice draws my attention.

  “So glad you could join us, Pac,” Oculus snips out. He’s pissed that I’ve arrived late.

  “I’ve got your money. I want my drugs,” Blaze growls, interrupting our exchange.

  The room is tense, and I steal another glance at Maya. She won’t look at me, and even though it hurts, I still want to throw her over my shoulder and drag her out of this mess.