Free Devil's Kiss by Celia Loren Page B

bed. I grasp the sheets in my hands as he works my clit with his skilled tongue. Two thick fingers slowly push inside me. He circles them, pressing against my g-spot as his tongue teases my clit. I cry out, waves of pleasure overwhelming me. I’m so close...
    Suddenly, he stops, his fingers pulling out of me. My eyes flutter open as he presses his mouth down onto mine again. I taste myself on his lips.
    “Tell me you want me,” he growls, kissing my neck.
    “I want you,” I whisper.
    “Beg,” he demands.
    “Please, West. Please . I want you so bad,” I comply. “But I just...You’re so...” I glance down meaningfully at his huge member. A smirk appears on his lips.
    “Don’t worry,” he whispers, “We’ll start out slow. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
    He leans off the bed and reaches into the pocket of his jeans. When he sits back up, there’s a condom in his teeth. He rips it open, and I swallow hard as I watch him slide the latex along his length. He locks eyes with me as I watch him, and reaches down to my clit, circling it gently.
    “You’re so fucking wet...” he murmurs.
    I gasp as the very tip of his cock parts my silky flesh. He kisses me gently, his tongue delicately pressing against mine. He presses in farther, still kissing me until he’s all the way inside. He circles his hips slowly, his head dipping to the pillow next to mine.
    “Fuck, you’re tight...” he whispers. His words send a thrill to running through me. He thrusts deeper into me, his jaw working as he tries to restrain himself. But I don’t want to go slow anymore.
    I throw my weight forward, flipping on top of him in one smooth movement. I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips. His eyes are wide in shock. I slide down onto him, taking him as deep as I can. He groans in pleasure and I fling my hair back, proud of the way I can elicit a response from him. His fingers find my clit again, and I buck my hips into him, unable to hold back.
    With a low growl that vibrates through me, West comes inside me. I let myself explode against him, crying out with abandon. I collapse against him, exhausted. I just barely have the energy to move my hair out of my face as I rest my head on his firm chest. We lie there for a while, breathing together, until I feel like I’ve come back down to earth. My legs feel like jelly as I curl up beside him. My eyes are half-closed as I watch him toss the condom into the trash.
    “Come here,” he whispers, and I feel his arm snaking around me. He pulls me to him and I lay my head on his shoulder. “You okay? I mean, with my size—.”
    “I think so,” I murmur.
    “You’ll get used to it,” he reassures me.
    “I think once was enough. Thanks anyway,” I sigh, turning away.
    There’s silence for a few moments, and I can feel him staring at my back. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
    “You were kidding...” he accuses me. I start giggling. “Oh, that’s so funny! You know what else is funny?” His hands reach around my waist and pull me toward him. He starts tickling me all over.
    “No! No, you jerk!” I cry, tears streaming down my face from laughing too hard. “Stop it!”
    He relents, pulling me back toward him. I kiss him softly on the mouth, then tuck my head under his chin. Now I’m really exhausted. I feel the rise and fall of our breath sync up just before I fall asleep.

Chapter Nine

Richard

    I ring the doorbell of the colonial house. Without the police databases at my fingertips, it’s taken me a while to track down Olive’s mother. Plus, it turns out she just moved into this small, blue house with some boyfriend. Finally, I hear footsteps approaching. The wreath on the front door wobbles a little as the door opens a crack.
    “Yes?” the woman asks. I recognize Olive’s eyes immediately in her face, though her hair has a reddish tint to it.
    “Are you Christine Corder?” I ask authoritatively.
    “Yes...” she answers more warily, looking me over.
    I