My hands twisted in his tee as Dakota yanked me tighter to his body, his mouth and hands everywhere, touching, nibbling, kissing. I’d never been so aroused and acted out of instinct. Dakota murmured against my skin, and his fingers crept under my top, pulling it off, and his mouth descended on my breasts. My nipples strained against the bra lace, becoming little hard bullets that demanded attention.
“So fuckin’ beautiful and mine, all mine,” Dakota grunted as his thumbs rubbed my nipples, sending friction through them.
“Dakota,” I murmured as he yanked the bra cups to one side and lifted a breast to his mouth. Shivers ran down my spine as heat enclosed my nipple, making me gasp. Dakota’s lips tortured me before moving to my other breast, where he greedily repeated his actions. I grasped Dakota’s tee and pulled it over his head, pressing against him as he kissed me again. Dakota’s skin was velvet over steel. He had sparse hair on his chest, which I really liked, and it tickled my nipples.
A hand cupped my ass, and Dakota’s arm banded around my waist as he changed our positions and flipped me onto my back on the sofa. My legs wrapped, grabbed his waist as he rocked against my core. I mewed as Dakota sank his head and kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue circling my belly piercing before moving along my hip line. His fingers hesitated when they discovered the scars from being shot under my stomach tattoo. Dakota held my gaze for a long moment before dropping a kiss on each wound.
His fingers slid down and deftly undid my jeans, and we fought together for a few moments to yank them down. A soft giggle escaped as Dakota gazed into my eyes, making me stop twisting, and my bottoms were soon dumped on the floor. Dakota’s mouth hit the inside of my thighs, and my hands grasped his hair. I was sensitive there and squirmed as his fingers probed me gently.
“So fuckin’ hot,” Dakota growled as he tore my panties from my body. The scraps of lace were flung to the floor as Dakota dropped his head to my core and feasted. Dakota’s idea of oral sex couldn’t be described as anything else but a feast. Little growls left Dakota’s mouth as he tortured me. My body left my control and reacted to the commands Dakota silently issued.
“Inside!” I cried as his fingers sank deep. Dakota grunted in satisfaction as I bucked against him.
“I am, baby.”
“No, your cock!” I replied, twisting against his fingers.
“Greedy girl.” I grabbed Dakota’s head and stared into his eyes.
“Claim me, you bastard,” I growled, and Dakota’s eyes flared, and his fingers were removed. He flicked my nub, making me moan, and his jeans were roughly dragged down. My legs wrapped around his waist as Dakota pushed his way in, and his cock filled me to overflowing. A loud cry escaped my mouth as Dakota sank in deep and fast. He pulled back out and repeated his action. Dakota yanked me down and tilted my hips, allowing him to shove deeper. A scream of pleasure erupted as Dakota drove even deeper and rocked me to my core. There was delicious friction on my nub, and my pussy walls closed, holding him tight.
“Janey!” Dakota roared before setting a punishing pace. My nails sank into his back and ass as Dakota swept away any reasoning remaining, and our bodies reacted to an animalistic urge. I nipped and bit Dakota’s shoulders as my fingernails dug long scratches in his skin. His fingers dug into my ass as he fucked me with abandon. I felt the orgasm building and threw my head back as it exploded, drowning me with waves of sheer pleasure. Dakota thrust more urgently, and I felt his release even as I experienced mine.
Unadulterated joy swept me away, leaving me boneless and satiated. I collapsed against the sofa, not even realising I’d clung to Dakota with such force I’d lifted myself up. Dakota buried his head in my neck as sweat slicked our skin, and we both panted, hot little puffs of air that caused goosebumps against our sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” Dakota finally moaned and shifted his weight off of me.
“Oh yeah,” I drawled, amused, as he withdrew and pulled a condom off. Huh, I’d not even noticed Dakota putting one on. Dakota used his tee to dry himself and dropped the condom on the floor.
“Never going to get enough of you,” Dakota muttered, wrapping me in his arms and chuckling uncontrollably. Wondering what the hell was going on, he motioned to his legs. I took one look and snorted before laughing. Dakota’s jeans were by his knees, caught on his boots, which he still wore. I was stark naked while he was snared in his clothes.
“Well, that speaks volumes.” I giggled as Dakota reddened a little, and I found it adorable.
“Doesn’t it just!”
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The next day, I was seriously lagging when we woke up. Dakota had woken me three times for bed gymnastics, which had got more urgent each time. I was deliciously sore between my legs where his cock and mouth had been, and Dakota sported some impressive scratches, which made me blush. Dakota kissed me goodbye as he left the pub as Magic stomped in, glowering.
“Everything okay?” I said as Magic moved to the coffee machine and set it going.
“See the news?” Magic demanded.
“The Justice killer?” I asked.
Magic responded, “Yeah, sit down. Bunny, I brought breakfast.” He nodded to the bag he’d dumped on the bar. I opened it and discovered two lots of pancakes with crispy bacon and maple sauce. Magic served up coffee.
“What about Justice?” I requested around a mouthful of pancake.
“Two things, that clip was shown on tv mentioned you, and now reporters are questioning where you are and if you’re dead. Speculation is rife now, and you’ve reached the tabloids.” Magic growled, throwing a newspaper at me. I paled as I saw the picture, my library identification, and the headline under it. ‘Did a dirty cop serve an innocent librarian up for death?’
“Oh shit!” I cried as I grabbed the paper and began reading. The story spoke about how I’d reported a murder and then been accused of wasting police time. It mentioned how Houser had ridiculed the report even while covering for the murderer. The reporter then commented on how I’d been missing ever since, and now the cops were actively looking for me. And damn, it also said how I was gunned down on Hellfire.
“How did they get this information?” I yelled, aghast.
“SPD has a fuckin’ leak, and Lio is already on it. Someone snitched for a headline and a little hand greasing. Carry on reading, baby,” Magic urged. The story flipped to how there was a site (the address had been published) where anyone could watch the videos of the criminals confessing. The reporter explained the victims were each killed in an arson attack over the last fifteen years and then bashed SPD as harshly as possible.
“Holy crap, will Lio take me in?” I demanded, and Magic shook his head.