Free Love and Law by K Webster

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    This third orgasm is long, and I can tell that my muscles are sore. But I could do this all night long. I want to crawl into bed with him and never leave. He makes me feel that good. Once he’s satisfied that I’m done, he pulls away and stands.
    “The orgasms I give you are better.”
    Hell to the fucking yeah they are!
    “Yes.”
    He lets out a pleased grunt but frowns down at me. “Has he fucked you?”
    I’m already shaking my head no before he can get out the question.
    “Good, baby girl, because you’re mine,” he states possessively.
    “Well get over here and prove it,” I tell him saucily, hooking my ankles around his back and pulling him to me.
    He squats to dig in the pocket of his jeans and retrieves another condom. Once he’s slipped it on, he lines himself up against my now sore entrance and eases his way in.
    This time when he fucks me, he goes slow, never taking his dark-brown eyes from mine. My entire pelvis area aches like my body requires his for sustenance.
    “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Maya,” he growls out.
    His words are like nourishment to my soul. I finally break eye contact so I can throw my head back to give in to the orgasm that wants to be released. My body is sensitive and it doesn’t take long before I’m once again screaming out his name. When he finally comes, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. I tighten my legs around his hips and hug him back. While we are bare chest against bare chest and still conjoined, I allow myself to enjoy this closeness that I feel with him. It’s like we’re in our own little world.
    He kisses the top of my head and holds me until his cock softens inside me.
    “Ben, I lose all sense of reality when I’m with you. I feel like nothing else exists. No jobs. No right or wrong. Nobody else but us. Why?”
    “I feel it too, baby girl,” he admits. “I can’t even think straight long enough to do my fucking job. All I want is to be parked inside of you, just like this.”
    A knock on the door startles us both, but thankfully, nobody barges in.
    “Boss, I hate to bother you again, but Oculus wants to see you,” CJ calls out from the other side.
    Oculus. I mentally take down the note of the new name—the name that must belong to the leader of this drug cell. As I do that, reality finally sets in. I’m fucking undercover and just fucked a drug dealer—not once, but twice. And I absolutely loved it. I’m in so deep that I’m not sure how this will ever end well. Fuck me.
    Ben groans in annoyance but pulls away and begins dressing. I can’t help but admire his muscular physique. I stupidly sit naked on the desk while he quickly throws on his clothes. He’s tall and built, and he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. As he removes the condom and disposes of it, I once again think about what he might taste like. Never before have I drooled over the idea of sucking someone off. With Ben, every time I see his monstrous cock, I desperately want to.
    “I’m sorry, Maya. I’ve got to go. Try not to get into trouble with Tameka again. I’m about two seconds from dragging your sexy ass to my house for safekeeping,” he warns. His threat seems quite nice to me. In fact, I might bitch-slap Tameka just so I can gladly accept my punishment.
    I nod and smile at him. I’m afraid that, if I speak, I’ll desperately beg him not to go. His eyes drag over my naked body, and I can tell that he physically has to control his desire to come back over to me.
    “Fuck,” he groans and rubs his face in frustration. “I’ll see you in the morning, baby girl. There’s a shower upstairs, first door on the right. Don’t go into the door on the left.”
    As soon as he tells me not to go in there, I know I will. I’m just that way. What is in the room on the left? Instead of telling him that I won’t, I just smile at him. He grins back and bolts out the door before he has a chance to change his mind.
    After sliding off the