Chapter 29

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

HARPER

A couple of weeks later…

Sliding my hand along him, I teasingly circle my tongue around his tip. My sole purpose nothing more than to overstimulate him and force him to come sooner than he wants. I firmly drag the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft when I quickly take him into my mouth, causing him to groan as his cock twitches.

He's already so fucking close.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder as I vigorously slide my lips from base to tip.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groans as he grows harder in my mouth. Knowing he’s on the verge of coming, I pull my mouth from him. I vigorously pump my fist around him for a few seconds, causing him to spill himself on my bare tits.

Better than my fucking mouth.

So much better than my fucking pussy.

Grabbing my shirt, I quickly wipe every trace of him from me as though his putrid spunk is going to burn my skin.

“You suck cock like your life fucking depends on it.” The detective stares down at me as he shoves his spent dick back into his pants.

Sure…

More like I just need it to be over.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” He looks at my tits and the balled-up cum-stained shirt in my hand. Terrified that he knows, my whole body tenses as the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

Knowing the detective wants information, Eddie has been providing me with things to tell him; what his plans are for the next few days and where he’ll be. But the things that really interest him are the ones about our sex life. That Eddie likes to leave marks on me during sex—with his hands, mouth, and toys. How brutally rough he likes to fuck me.

Beyond the shock factor or the possible gratification he gets from listening, I can’t fathom why he would be interested in what I’ve been sharing with him.

But it’s working.

During our last two meetings, I didn’t need to lay a hand on him. Tonight, he was less than impressed with the information I provided him.

Or he’s simply a disgusting sleaze of a man.

He’s not the type of man who has a chance with women like us. Outside of his abhorrent personality, there is nothing remotely remarkable about him. Being able to take advantage of us is a power trip for him. A power trip that gives him an opportunity that he otherwise wouldn’t have.

“You think I don’t know that sucked my soul through my cock so I couldn’t fuck you?”

“I didn’t,” I sputter as I shake my head, lying to his face. “I thought?—”

His tongue glides over his teeth and hungrily along his lower lip as he continues to tower over me. He drags his rough knuckles along my jaw and lower lip as he threatens, “I do enjoy your mouth, but we both know that eventually you’re not going to deliver. And when you don’t, I’m going to find out what that sweet little cunt between your thighs feels like.”

Thoroughly enjoying his thoughts, he palms his grim dick. I’ve never been so thankful that he’s not only a quickdraw but that he’s a one-and-done kind of guy. There is zero chance of him sticking around for round two.

“Let Nikki know I’ll be by tomorrow night to collect, and I’m expecting info or ass.” A devilish smirk spreads across his face. “And I do mean ass.”

Poor fucking Nikki.

Since the first night, she has been taking the brunt of him. That night, it was so I didn’t have to. I think, in part, it was her way of apologizing for putting me in this position in the first place.

A position I would probably be much angrier about if it hadn’t connected me with Eddie.

She doesn’t have an Eddie or any type of in with his inner circle. Zero chance of ever being able to give the detective what he wants. Except being inside her.

It’s already taking a toll on her. While she’s been fucking sugar daddies for a couple of years now, compartmentalizing it isn’t appearing to come as easily when it comes to the detective.

The moment he walks out of the apartment door, I lock the handle and slide the deadbolt across. For good measure, I also hook the chain lock before heading to my room to bleach my mouth and scrub my tits until they bleed.

As I wait for the shower to warm, my phone buzzes across the vanity. Lifting the phone, I’m not surprised to find it’s a text from Eddie. He knew I had a meeting tonight.

EDDIE

Do I need to kill him yet, little rose?

No.

Eddie has commented more than a few times that the detective will never fuck me and live to tell the tale.

And there’s a small part of me that believes him .

More happened tonight than I plan to tell him, but how important is a ninety-second blowjob anyway.

If it even lasted that long .

It’s not an argument we need to have again. I’m not willing to ruin everyone’s life over this video. I can tolerate this until Eddie finds us all a way out.

I have a few more hours of work.

I’ll call when I’m on my way.

I want to listen to you as you get my cunt all nice and wet for me.