Chapter 5
Cyrus
Tits.
Huge tits bounced up and down in front of my face. A wet ass slapped against my hard, hairy thighs as Wendy pulled herself up, then sank back down on my dick. She braced her hands on my chest to support her body as it bounced up and down.
I fucking love my life.
I took a sip of my beer and a drag of my cigarette.
Wendy playfully took the cigarette from my fingers, took a drag, and blew thick gray smoke in my face.
Then her lips sensually closed around the tip of the beer bottle, and she smiled provocatively.
I slapped her round, firm ass, which spurred her to move her hips faster.
Then I slapped her again, making her moan, raw and shameless.
We both loved these wild, frenzied fucks. A few slaps on her ass made both of us even more aroused.
I suddenly sat up, grabbed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to my lips.
“Cyrus,” she purred, like a kitty.
“Yeah, baby?” I licked her neck.
“Fuck me hard, okay?” she panted, rubbing her wet pussy against me.
“As you wish, m’lady.”
I kissed the sweaty place between her large breasts, sucked on her nipple, and tugged at it. She moaned and kept riding me, her head tilted back.
I shoved her off me and put her in a doggy position, pressing her head into the pillows, lifting her ass, and moving her to the edge of the bed.
Her wet pink flesh opened like a beautiful rose. My mouth filled with saliva when I thought about her sweet taste. I pressed two fingers into her wet vagina, then stood up so I could get into her with more momentum—and fuck her until she screamed.
My beautiful, fiery kitty.
My sweat dripped onto her ass. My wet hair stuck to my face, so I tugged it back behind my ear with a quick, fluid motion, then closed my eyes as my balls tightened. Wendy’s pussy clenched around my dick when she climaxed, moaning, meowing, squirting on my dick. I was almost there myself when…
“Cyrus!” The door to my private office burst open, and Foster’s voice instantly killed the mood while my orgasm flipped me the middle finger.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I swore inwardly.
“What the fuck is it?” I spat, irritated, while I kept fucking the woman kneeling on the bed.
“Someone’s calling from the police station.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No. They said it’s urgent.”
“How urgent?” I asked, thrusting my hips forward.
“They found a girl in one of the alleys. She looks horrible. She was badly beaten, and…”
I halted my movement and glanced at him.
“—raped?”
“Yeah.”
I looked up toward the sky and sighed. Sexual assault killed my desire instantly.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I kissed Wendy’s sweaty back and pulled out.
“Your job is important. I get it,” she said, her blonde hair falling into her face, her pink lips pulling into a kind smile.
“Go help that girl.”
“When I get back, we’ll pick it up where we left off.” I winked at her and pulled on my underpants, then grabbed my T-shirt and pants. I slipped my badge around my neck and buttoned my jeans as I walked across the bar.
Instead of combing my hair, I just ran my fingers through it. As soon as I stepped outside, I lit a cigarette. I tossed my boots onto the front passenger seat and rolled down the windows so the wind could do something about the cigarette smoke and my smell.
I smelled criminally bad. Beer, sex, cigarettes. Still, I deserved it. I’d had a really bad day—I could use a relaxing evening to blow off some steam.
I tossed two menthol-flavored chewing gums into my mouth to make the smell more bearable. I smelled of sex, alcohol, and weed—a horrible combination.
I turned the ignition key. The Pontiac rumbled to life. The glinting beast. My lips twisted into a wide smile—I loved this powerful car so much. I switched on the headlights and turned on the radio. Every minute I spent in this car, Red Hot Chili Peppers had to be blasting from the speakers.
I slammed the car door angrily—I instantly regretted it, but those two witless dickheads had gotten my temper up even from afar.
They didn’t have the sense to cover the poor girl with something. I started walking toward them with angry strides, grumbling.
Fucking idiots.
At least they could’ve put their jackets on her. I wanted to shove their boots up their asses.
I took off my leather jacket, stepped quickly beside the girl, and my heart skipped a beat when I recognized the broken face.
Grace.
I draped my jacket over her naked body. My heart was in my throat, and I was breathing heavily. My hands clenched into fists as red rage flooded my mind. I carefully wiped the bloody tear from the corner of her eye.
“What have you gotten yourself into again, Grace?”
“He’s dead,” she whispered, trembling.
“Who?”
“Jamie. Jamie is… dead.” Her body contorted. She must have been in horrible pain.
“Don’t talk, Grace. Don’t talk.”
“I have to, Cyrus.”
“You will. But not now. You have to recover first.”
“From this?” she asked, her trembling voice sending a searing arrow into my heart.
“From this,” I replied gently, stroking her hair, matted together with blood and humidity.
“Will you stay with me? I’m afraid to be alone.”
“I will stay with you, but you aren’t alone. Where’s your sister?”
“Nikky…”
The name seemed to shock her. Her body trembled violently, her face twisting in pain. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“She did this. This happened because of her. And Jamie died because of her.”
I listened to her exhausted voice, having no clue what the hell could have happened to them.
Half a year ago, they seemed to be doing okay.
At least that’s what Grace said when I visited her at work and invited her for a walk after her shift.
I knew her sister was a cold-hearted bitch—the first time I met her, I could see she hated Grace.
She didn’t try to hide it for a second—she treated her like shit.
And Jamie… I covered my face with my hands as my heart clenched in pain. It had been a mistake to leave her on her own.
“Tell me what happened, Grace.”
She began her story.