Free Cado by D.T. Dyllin Page A

here,” I demanded, my voice husky.
    Moretti’s gaze was locked on the movement of my hand. He dropped down in front of the chair and tore my panties from my body. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I arched up in pleasure. He lapped at me another few moments bringing me on the verge of an orgasm before he rose up and grasped my thighs. His thick cock pushed at my slick entrance and I groaned, needing him inside of me…yesterday.
    “I’m clean,” he muttered, breaking the moment.
    “Yeah. Good. Just fucking fuck me.” I was clean too, and on the pill. I didn’t really want to think about anything else. The whole point to this entire experience was to not think. I wasn’t about to completely shatter the moment.
    Moretti shoved into me in one quick motion. I cried out as he began to pound into me. Yes, this is exactly what I need. A quick fuck to make me forget for a little while .  He buried his face in my neck while holding my legs in position on the chair. It only took a few more pumps before I fell off into bliss—screaming the entire way. I didn’t care who heard, or maybe I did—maybe I wanted Lucian to hear. Maybe I really was putting on a bit of a show…just in case.
    My orgasm seemed to trigger Moretti’s, and he groaned as he released inside of me. He hadn’t even had a chance to catch his breath yet when I broke the silence. “Guess you do fuck strippers. And quite well I might add.”
    Moretti’s hot breath blew against my neck as he sat up and pulled away from me. Regret was etched into his features, deep and dark. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
    I smiled at him, remaining motionless with my legs still spread. I could feel his cum leaking from me down onto his chair. It was kind of a fuck you to him in a way. “But it did.” Men like him were pathetic. They denied themselves things because of what other people thought. The worst part… Men like him didn’t even know what they were doing.
    I finally stood and began pulling my clothes back on. “Guess you probably want to take me down to the station now. Being that it’s after and all.” I paused while I examined my torn thong. “Unless you want to go another round first?”
    “Tiffany,” Moretti growled in warning.
    I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was standing now, his gloriously chiseled body on full display. “What? I mean, that was kind of like a warm-up, wasn’t it? I’m not even sore…yet.” I dropped my eyes to his cock as it jumped at my words. I grinned at him. It looked like it would be a little while longer before he returned me to jail.
     

 
12

     
    Moretti and I—he still hadn’t told me his name—had ended our sex-a-thon in his bed. His soft snores filled the air as he slept, completely spent. I wish I could sleep. I was exhausted both physically and mentally, but as soon as we’d stopped having sex, my mind had come back from its temporary break. I kept seeing the man and the woman on the hill, hearing their voices play on an endless loop. It was like my brain was trying to piece together a puzzle I didn’t even know I was working on. Why had Lucian wanted me to see that? And where exactly had he taken me? Even the fact that I was so accepting of all the new oddities in my life—that I was taking everything in stride—it was more than denial. It was as if some part of me deep down knew what was going on and the rest of me had yet to figure it out.
    Lucian approached me, his large form illuminated by the light coming from the other room. I wasn’t even the tiniest bit surprised to see him. In fact, I fully expected it. I remained perfectly still, my eyes locked on him. How would he react to what I’d done with Moretti?
    He dropped down beside the bed so I could see the outline of his face in the dim lighting. His eyes were an unnatural blue, almost as if they were glowing. “I could kill him right now, right in front of you and you couldn’t do anything to stop me.” His voice was calm. Too