Chapter 10

"Are you done with your food?" Zyair glanced at her half-eaten plate. He was trying to work on his grumpiness to help with sealing the deal, but with his impatience at what awaited him, he wasn't doing a great job at suppressing the attitude.

Layla shoved the little bit of food on her fork into her mouth. The sight turned him on, making him think about when she took his whole load and swallowed it without a second thought.

"Now I am." She pushed her plate at him.

He took their plates and rinsed them in the sink.

He may have been conflicted about his earlier actions and his job, but just identifying the ethical dilemma did nothing to ease the tension aching in his pants for more of her.

Honestly, he was still conflicted, but her plan sounded so appealing, it was hard not to consider it. Plus, it was her idea. It would be a win-win for him. Solve the case and keep having the best sex he ever had. Or so he assumed. He was going to test that theory in just a short moment.

Zyair also didn't mind having a helping hand on this case. It was proving much more difficult than he had initially thought. Not because of his attraction to the suspect, although that played a part, but mainly he just got an "off" feeling.

It seemed to Zyair that the heiress wasn't sharing something with him. She wasn't just a simple lady. She had a side that came out, like a tiger being caught in a snare. He felt that this whole thing demanded he dig deeper. Even if Layla was guilty, something felt off about Darina's account of things. He wanted to find out what.

However, he didn't want to give that away to Layla at the moment. He still needed to play his cards close to his chest in case she was in on something as well. He could trust his gut more with the heiress, as odd as it sounded. With the heiress, there was no risk that his dick would commandeer his brain.

Zyair turned back around. Layla was sitting with her legs crossed, swinging her top one as she watched him. "So, your bedroom or mine?"

He loved how forward she was. No game-playing. They wanted the same thing, and he was all about it. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to like her. Not just for what she could do with her mouth but her spirit as well. She never seemed too dampened, even in the direst of situations. Just full of fire.

"My room."

She stood gracefully. "Lead the way."

He tried to walk normally to his room in the manor, but his growing bulge was almost getting painfully in the way of his stride.

They approached his room, and he held the door open for her as she strolled past and headed straight to his bed.

Zyair knew no one would be crashing into his room, but he locked the door, just in case.

Layla had removed her clothes and stood there, baring all to him.

He'd known she was curvy, just by the small portion he had seen, as well as by what her clothes had indicated. But without clothing, her body was a whole other level.

She was beautifully figured. Small yet curved in all the right places. Her breasts were full and had a bounce as she walked, showing her perkiness. The darkened nipples were erect with goosebumps and anticipation. She laid herself out on his bed like a delicious dish ready to be eaten.

Her confidence was enough to cause Zyair to blindly follow her anywhere, especially if she was naked. He had never seen a woman of any species so sure of herself in full vulnerability. It was unbelievably sexy.

Zyair pulled his top over his horns and dropped his pants. He kicked off his boots and stood there, letting his cock show and grow for her. He wanted her to see what she did to him.

She sucked in a breath as her eyes lingered on his purple dick that protruded greatly from the rest of his body.

"You think you can handle all of this?" he whispered as he moved to the edge of the bed.

She kept her brown eyes locked on his cock and nodded, looking eager to give it a try. Layla ran her hand down her body and started playing with herself.

"That's right, get yourself good and wet for me." Zyair groaned as he stroked himself, watching her hands dance around her pussy.

She spread her legs to give him a better show. It didn't take long for her to glisten with wetness, more than ready to take in his full cock.

He rubbed his pre-cum over his dick to add even more lubrication.

"Let me feel you. All of you," she purred to him as she caressed her hands back up and pulled on her nipples.

Zyair crawled over her and pressed his cock against her pussy, careful to get it wet by sliding around but not pushing inside of her.

"Mmmm, are you teasing me?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he buried his face between her breasts, careful that his horns wouldn't scratch her face.

She squeezed her breasts around his features and rubbed against him. His mouth sucked on one of her tits as his hand groped and massaged the other. She moaned and purred in his ear. He felt her hand slink down and grab a hold of his cock. She started to stroke it gently.

He turned his attention to her other breast and sucked hard at it, causing her stroking to go faster.

"Ahhh, yes. Fuck, I need you inside of me."

He finally gave in and did as she told him. Zyair grabbed his long thick cock and guided it slowly inside her soaked pussy. As he entered, her moan turned into a breathy cry of need. "You want the whole thing?"

"Yes. Yes. Please!"

He slid the rest in and buried himself all of the way to the hilt, getting deep inside of her and feeling her juices cover his entire cock.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. "Yes! I can feel you in my fucking throat!"

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Fuck yes."

Zyair started to slowly pump his girth inside of her, careful at first but then faster and deeper. Layla's body bucked beneath him with need. Her back arched as her screams became shorter and faster. Zyair's own breath became choppy as he groaned at the feeling of her tightening pussy against his primed dick.

She felt better than he could have imagined. Her pelvic muscles were doing things to his dick he didn't know were possible.

Lasting was one of his specialties, but with her, it didn't seem likely. Not now. Even with the orgasm he'd had no more than an hour ago, he didn't think he could contain himself for long. She just felt so good.

He pushed himself up and started getting more momentum, and she met him with her hips, thrust for thrust.

Her fingers found his back and dug into him. He winced at the sting but liked it. He brought a hand up and placed it on her throat as he moved in and out quicker and quicker.

"Yes! Come for me. Come for me!" she yelled, grabbing on to his wrist, which was loosely on her neck. "I need to feel it! I'm so close. Come for me!"

He couldn't last any longer.

Zyair felt everything explode all at once as he pushed deeper inside of her. He was never one for making noise, but he yelled as he released, still pumping.

"Yes!" he called out.

Her fingers dug in deeply and she tightened around his pulsing cock as she finished with him. Her tensed and quivering pussy caused him to release even more. They both slowed down their movements when there was nothing left to give.

Zyair kissed her neck and then her breast. She let out a giggle with a twitch. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. They lay there in silence staring up at the ceiling. If he couldn't prove she was guilty, he damn sure wanted to find a way to keep her around a little bit longer.