Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
She’d only allow that for so long before she’d knock his hands off and continue at her own pace. Truth was, he didn’t care how fast or slow she sucked him off, he was only glad she loved to do it.
As soon as she was done, he’d turn the tables and bury his face in her pussy. And as soon as she came, he’d be sliding into her wet heat to finish off the night.
She had a habit of using her mouth to take him to that very fucking edge and just when he was about to blow, she’d stop so he could fuck her.
Of course, bringing her to orgasm with his own mouth beforehand gave him the much needed time to step away from the edge a bit so he didn’t come the second he slid inside her.
Because that was something he never wanted to repeat again. Ever. She burst out in laughter when he had sworn her to secrecy.
The warm, wet suction of her mouth, the way she squeezed her fingers around the very base like a cock ring, the way she cupped his balls…. And, fuuuuuuck, the way she locked gazes with him as she did all that...
“You already have me locked and loaded. Now you’re getting close to switching off the safety and pulling the trigger,” he warned with a groan, gripping her hair tighter and lifting his hips.
She smiled around his cock and lifted a lone eyebrow.
Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing.
With a wet pop, she released him from her hold and crawled on her hands and knees up his body. She drew her tongue across his bottom lip and then nipped it hard.
“I’d like for you to get farther than the tip this time.”
“It happened once!”
She twisted her face.
“What-fucking-ever. Twice, then. Anyway, now that you’ve given me emotional damage, do you want to ride A, my face, or B, my cock?”
“C. Both.”
“Excellent choice. But my only requirement is that we do A first.” Especially now that they no longer used condoms. He was not into the fetish where men ate their own loads out of their woman’s pussy.
Fuck no, that was not for him. And never would be. His stomach churned just thinking about it.
He groaned when the “I’m a Barbie girl in the Barbie world” lyrics blared from his nightstand. He knew exactly who he’d assigned that ringtone.
Crew.
“What the fuck,” he muttered.
Nova’s eyebrows were pinched together. “He’s calling now?”
“The asshole’s got perfect timing as always.”
Crew tended to wait until very late at night to call, since during the day he and Nova were working for the DAMC and it was difficult to talk task force business without being overheard. He also avoided the evening because they might be actually doing task force business.
The only problem with all that was they tended to be in the middle of more important business when he finally did call. The task force leader was becoming a regular cockblock.
He snagged his phone from the nightstand and glanced at the time. It was just after one in the morning.
That was because they had completed another successful buy earlier with one of Wolf’s crew. A half pound of meth. Uncut. With an approximate street value in the Pittsburgh area of over twenty-two thousand dollars.
“Don’t move. As soon as he’s done running his trap, we’re continuing where we left off.”
Without waiting for her response, he stabbed the phone harder than necessary and put it to his ear. “What?”
“How’d the buy go?”
“Like clockwork. I already told you that by text. So, why are you calling?”
“Got news,” the task force leader announced.
“That couldn’t wait?”
“Nova with you?”
“What do you think?”
“Were you two in the middle of fucking again? Switch me over to a video call. You both need to hear this.”
“I’m not putting you on video.”
A snort came through the phone. “That answered my question.”
Fletch sighed and hit the speaker phone icon instead. “Okay. She can hear you.”
“We found out who the Demons are transporting for.”
It was about fucking time since they’d been undercover for about four months now. Fletch had been trying to find out from Wolf but didn’t want to ask directly since that would raise a huge red flag. He was only supposed to be a biker trying to make some extra scratch, not someone who’d care where the product came from or where the bulk of it was going. “Who?”
“You’re not going to fucking believe it. Or… maybe you will.”
“Crew,” Fletch growled. The longer the DEA agent delayed Fletch and Nova having sex, the crankier he would get.
“Brace yourselves…”
Nova slipped to his side and laid an arm across his chest, using it to prop her chin as she focused on the phone.
“The Russos.”
Silence surrounded them.
Fletch’s eyes flicked to her to see her reaction. It turned out it was the same as his.