Free Everyone has a Weak spot by J.J. Massa Page B

broad and muscled, furred with black hair that tapered to his belt buckle where it disappeared. Lorelei crossed her arms over her small bosom and stared at him, wide-eyed.
    “Uh, uh, uh, chéri . How you gonna hide such a beautiful sight from me?” He rumbled, taking her wrists in his hands and placing them on his tanned, hairy chest. “Mmmmmm,” he growled. “I just gotta have me a taste, petit. I'm a starvin’ man and only you can sate me."
    He lowered his mouth to one breast and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking harder and harder. He nipped at it and then laved it with his expert tongue to bring it to a hard peak. Then, kissing a path from one breast to the other, he repeated the attention to her neglected breast.
    As he suckled at her breasts, War unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Locking eyes with her, he took one of her hands and placed it on his enormous erection. She rubbed his cock through his boxers. She didn't move her hand away, but she raised her huge eyes to his face.
    “What is it , chéri ?” He knew something was wrong. Was he moving too fast?
    “I don't know what to do,” she whispered, her face flaming. “I've never ... I haven't even seen...” She trailed off, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
    His indigo eyes softened and caught fire. His woman would never know another man besides him. He was to be her only one. He, and only him, would teach her about love. He felt like howling. She hadn't tried to stop him, she just didn't know what to do.
    He lowered his shorts. He held his hand over hers and placed it on his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it and moved them up and down.
    “Just touch me, chéri . I just need your touch,” he said as he lowered his mouth to hers again. He reached into her leotard and tights, under her panties and cupped her round little bottom.
    “Mine,” he moaned into her mouth. “All mine!"
    He squeezed her and released rhythmically as he edged his fingers closer to her moist center.
    He groaned at the way she was moving her hand on his rigid length. She squeezed her small hand and moved up and down. She moved her fingers lightly over the tip.
    Timidly, she reached down with her other hand, combing through the mass of black hair at his genitals. She slid her fingers under his balls causing him to groan louder. When she jerked her hand away, he caught it.
    “Don't stop, chéri . I have never felt anything so bon as your fingers touching me that way."
    Her lips curved in a smile as old as the Garden of Eden, and she moved her fingers back to cup him again. He was wrestling mightily for control when his police radio went off. He went still and cursed under his breath in Cajun French as he listened to the call. He was off duty, but this was a serious call.
    “Oh chéri , I don't want to go,” he moaned. He gave each of her nipples a sucking kiss and covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. He growled and groaned again as he donned his shirt and zipped his pants, and tucked in his shirttails. His radio repeated the call, sounding even more insistent than before. Another quick kiss and he was gone.

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    Chapter 11
    Hours later, War sat at his desk wrapping up his report. The call had been a convenience store holdup, and the damn fool had taken a shot at him. That had really pissed him off.
    He had been on the brink of making love for the first time with his mate—holy shit!—his mate!
    Anyway, that slimy little loser had a lot to answer for. He'd damn near killed the man. Now he had to write it up.
    When he was finished, War stared speculatively across the street. He could see quite a bit through Lorelei's corner window, but he couldn't tell what she was doing.
    He was pretty sure she was up. She had opened the glass panel at the top of her corner window that allowed airflow. He could hear little noises now and then.
    War couldn't fight it any more. He needed her. He needed to be inside of her right now, sooner if it could be arranged.