Chapter 3 Gareth
GARETH
Stop. I should stop right now.
I’m not stopping.
My cock is so swollen against my zipper that I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up with a bruise tomorrow.
This is bad behavior, but I just can’t stop myself. I can’t hold back. This girl was made for me, and only me.
Her eyes glitter with expectation as I sweep mine over her body.
Perfection. Absolute perfection.
Heat climbs my spine and pools behind my eyes. I’m nothing but fire. Everything inside me is burning. My balls are aching with the need to fill her. To mark her. To make her mine.
Christ, I knew this girl was stunning when I first saw her, but when she talked back with that smart mouth of hers, she became irresistible. I’ve always liked a challenge, and even now, with her cuffed to the table, it’s like we’re playing a game of cat and mouse.
But no matter the outcome, she’s not going anywhere.
Briar belongs to me now.
Christ, the sweet curves of her tits, her pink, perky nipples, her flat belly and wide hips. I’m hypnotized. And I’ll get to them all. But what I’m more concerned with right now is the treasure between her thighs.
Pulling back the thin fabric of her panties exposes it. The goodness. A pink line, slick and glistening, between the most perfect pair of pussy lips I’ve ever seen. Bare. Clean. And begging for my tongue.
“Goddamn. It should be illegal to be this sexy.”
Heat radiates from her thighs, causing my face to sweat. “I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here.”
“I’ve never brought another girl in here, Briar,” I say firmly.
Her face twists and her lips pucker, like she doesn’t believe me. But then there’s a flicker in her eyes. They go innocent. Eager. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not. Only bad guys get brought into this room.”
“Bad guys?” she asks. “So why am I here? Am I a bad girl?”
Heat rushes through me. I reach down and grip the engorged knot between my legs. My cock throbs with desire.
“Because I needed some place private.” A thought flashes through my mind as I lean in between her legs: You shouldn’t do this. You should let her go. Uncuff her and drive her back to her car. It’s not too late to stop this.
Yes, it is.
I can’t hold back any longer.
The thought of another man’s hands on her causes my insides to flare with rage. Picturing another man holding her makes me almost break. No man can give her what I can give her. Treat her how I can treat her. Please her the way she deserves.
The feeling of my heart pounding in my chest is foreign to me. Life has been a constant drain, especially for the last six months. I found myself in the darkness and stayed there.
Until Briar…until she swept in like a blinding light.
I slide my hand up her ankle, losing myself in the smoothness and warmth of her skin.
Her legs quiver as I move closer, filling my lungs with her tempting fragrance. I want to fuck her. Take her ripe, young tits in my hands and watch her face twist as I stretch her.
But not here. Not yet.
A fevered rush hits me as I extend my tongue and spread her folds, pressing into her virgin hole. Her sweet juices are gourmet. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.
My pants are a prison, caging my cock when it’s screaming to be let out. Eyes on her, I drag my tongue up her slit, gently flicking that little bundle of nerves that I know will drive her crazy.
And it does.
She lets out the most adorable moan and jerks her hands, causing the shackles of the cuffs to ring out through the room.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You broke the law, Miss Beeman.” I smile. “And I’m taking payment with your pussy.”
I go down on her, applying more pressure. The most I taste, the harder it is to hold back.
Her soak coats my cheeks. Her body jerks as I roll my tongue across her clit. I light up watching her body twist and shake, bounce and buck with every ounce of pressure I apply.
Before I can stop myself, I’m gripping her perky little ass with both hands and pulling her onto my face, tongue-fucking her with insatiable hunger.
I can’t get enough.
More. More. MORE!
Briar’s breaths increase. Short and sporadic. Like tiny gulps for air between the rhythmic massage from my tongue. Her back arches, and her thighs squeeze against my cheeks, flooding my nostrils with her womanly scent.
Heaven. This girl is heaven in the hell of my life.
Her nectar spills down my chin, inflaming my appetite. I’ll eat this succulent pussy every goddamn day for the rest of my life. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Gareth…”
Hearing my name from her lips at a time like this has me growling as I lap at her channel, leaving nothing untouched.
That’s right. Gareth. And you belong to me.
Christ, I’m already on the verge of coming as I savor the long strokes of my tongue up and down, all the way from her little puckered asshole to her electric nub that draws tiny little mewls from her lips.
There’s not a place on Briar’s body where I wouldn’t put my mouth.
Nothing I’ve tasted can compete with her pussy. No Michelin star dish, not the best whiskey or wine. Nothing.
I could get drunk on her. And I just might.
“This pussy is mine,” I grunt between licks. “Mine!”
No one should be in the observation room, but on the off chance that they are, I’m speaking to them. My chest swells with possession. Hell, I’d shout it off the highest mountain to let the whole world know.
“Please, keep going,” she whimpers, the feet of her chair knocking against the floor as she rocks her hips up and down, adding her own pressure to my devoted tongue. “It feels…so good…”
You have no idea.
Her hole is so slick that my middle finger goes in knuckle-deep without resistance. She gasps, tossing her head back as I press farther, curling up toward her belly with just the right amount of pressure.
I feel the barrier. The tight wall confirming her virginity. She’s never had a cock before, so I hold back, not wanting to spoil what she’s got coming later.
“Oh my God, Gareth!” The sassy tone is gone, replaced by desperation. She’s pleading with me. Not like she needs to. I’ll happily service this girl for the rest of her life. “Don’t stop…don’t stop!”
“Is this pussy mine?” I ask, watching my angel’s body as it starts to quiver.
“Yes,” she cries out. “It’s yours…yours…yours…”
Her jaw clamps down, and the sound of metal rings out as she jerks against her cuffs, swept up in the hurricane of orgasmic bliss. I flatten my tongue against her clit, keeping the pressure where she needs it.
Fuck. This is where I belong.
Having Briar’s pussy juice in my mouth has me growling. I want to devour her. Wake up between her legs and go to sleep with my lips puckered around her clit.
As she finally starts to come down, I gently pull back, watching her perky tits as the last convulsions of her orgasm shake through her.
The mess between her thighs shines like gold as I stand.
Twisting my fingers through her hair, I look down as her eyes open and she blinks herself back into the present.
She looks down at my bulge, straining to tear my pants, and finally acknowledges it. “Wow, okay. I see where you get your confidence from.”
I have to smirk. Even after a mind-numbing orgasm, she’s still able to come up with another smart-mouthed comment.
My eyes move to her cuffed hands, and a brief thread of guilt pins me. Did I make a mistake? My life is a mess. What am I dragging her into?
I want to say something, anything, but before I can open my mouth, there’s a loud knock at the door. “Rawls!”
Fuck me.
“Yeah?!” I bark roughly. Briar somehow manages to twist in a way that drops her shirt down, obscuring her flawless form from me, like a shade being drawn over the sun.
“Some, uh…paperwork came in on your case.” He’s referring to my internal investigations case. Excessive force against my mom’s attacker. “You’re gonna want to see this.”
This case has been dragging on for too long. I should have had my review by now, but somebody is intentionally trying to fuck me over.
“Coming!”
My stomach tenses. Briar is clearly a smart one and notices something in my reaction. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Cop stuff.”
No need to involve her. She doesn’t belong in this world. My filthy world, filled with murder and deception.
“You’re lying.”
I lick my lips as I unlock her cuffs. “You a mind reader? Don’t tell the department. They’ll make you work here. You’ll have no choice.”
“Like the choice you gave me?”
Unable to stop myself, I lean in and kiss her, roughly taking her lips in mine. “You broke the law. I’m a cop following procedure.”
As I open the door, I hear her shout after me. “Hey, who’s gonna bring me back to my car?”
I step out of the room, knowing my life as I know it has changed. Thanks to her. To Briar.
I’m addicted. And God help anyone who tries to take her away from me.