Hell In High Heels --- A Jane Delacroix erotic novel: Sex, Sin, and Slaughter in Southern California (12 page)

BOOK: Hell In High Heels --- A Jane Delacroix erotic novel: Sex, Sin, and Slaughter in Southern California
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              Jane's hand found the crease of Sten's trousers. He almost jumped in surprise then settled himself comfortable into the pressure. “Are you sure?” he asked, hesitant. “We're they...horrible?” He obviously didn't know how to ask what needed to be asked.

              “It wasn't as bad as it could have been, as bad as Hun Sen wanted it to get,” Jane told him, hand still in place, teasing the detective. “But I'm going to need to remind myself that my body is my own, that I do with it what
I
want. You're going to have to help with that.”

              Marty purred like an aircraft engine, rubbing himself against their legs so hard it almost knocked them over. Laughing the pair disentangled and Jane scooped up the cat. She put a hand on Sten's shoulder and he looked up into her blue eyes from the sleek lines of her naked body.

              “I'm going to need clothes at some point.”

              “That's too bad,” he said. “But probably true. Let's go collect our little girl and get the hell out of Dodge. There must be something you can wear upstairs.”

              “Good, but grab a couple bottles of wine. I'm sure they're expensive and I feel I earned a bonus.”

 

 

              In her Malibu bedroom, Jane lay back on her bed and watched Mark Stern undressing. She was healed and showered and naked. Her hand trailed slowly down her belly until it slid onto her pussy. Slowly, gently, she began rubbing her finger across her clitoris.

              Her free hand found her heavy breast and she pinched her own nipple. It stiffened and grew between her fingers. Stern didn’t hurry, eyes eating her up as stripped off his clothes.

              “I’ve been wanting to do this a long time,” he said. His voice rough with wanting her.

              “Come get it,” she invited.

              Her finger slipped inside herself, pushing past her swollen lips. She curled her finger and stroked her G-spot, shivering as the pleasure washed through her. Stern had his cock in his hand, jacking himself as he watched her.

              She looked up at him, finger fucking herself. “I know what your problem is, David.” She told him. “You’re angry at how much you want me, it’s messing with your head. You don’t think you shouldn’t want me, but you do.”

              “It’s not professional,” he admitted.

              “It is for me,” she laughed.

              She held out the hand on her tit for him, and he walked toward her, cock at attention. She took hold of it like a man drawing a sword, and pulled him closer. Her fingers moved faster inside her as she took him in her mouth.

              He moaned as her lips closed around his dick and she began to suction suck the head. Mouth still working, she began jacking the shaft. Her hand moved up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head.

              She pulled back, spit on his dick and then smeared it down his length with her hand, lubricating it. He got up on the bed and pushed her head down into the pillow. Pinning her there, he began sliding his dick in and out of her mouth past her full, pouty lips.

              She moaned, mouth sloppy with spit and began rubbing her clit furiously. He pulled his dick out and pushed his nutsack toward her face.

              His balls were the size of a mule’s, smooth and full, perfect globes stretching the skin. She leaned in willingly, turning her face upward. Her lips rested against the testicles and she felt their warmth as she kissed them. She felt a stirring in her cunt, knew she was getting wetter.

              “Lick them,” Stern instructed. “Lick my balls.”

              She went to work, tongue caressing the heavy balls like a cat cleaning its fur. She bathed them in her spit, leaving them glistening and wet. Stern held her in a firm grip, guiding her head.

              She stretched her lips wide and sucked in one perfect testicle. His taste was masculine, utterly male. The big ball filled her mouth, forcing her cheeks outwards in a bulge as she attempted to accept it all. Her tongue found the seam of the nut sack and worked at it. This close to the junction of his powerful thighs, nose buried in his groin, the scent of him, a heavy, almost barbaric aroma, enveloped her.

              It made her drip with wanting.

              Vaginal secretions oozed in honey streams down her thighs, her clitoris swelled, engorged and aroused to an almost painful state of need. The fingers of one hand continued rubbing the button under the hood of her labia, and she moaned.

              Looking up from his balls, all she saw was cock jutting straight out, thick and covered in veins. She wanted it, she wanted to touch it, to suck it, and feel these great balls now in her mouth, contract as he shot his load past her lips and into her, the taste of it, how warm and thick it would feel, as it jetted down her throat.

              Her body shuttered suddenly as her fingers continued working her clit to an orgasm. She reached out a hand to steady herself. She gasped, the heavy nut slipping out of her mouth, a line of glistening drool stretching from it to her lips. She closed her eyes, goosebumps rippling across her flesh. Her pussy gushed and more drops of her secretions leaked on the sheets.

“Suck me off.”

“Yes, Officer Stern,” she answered instantly.

Jane heard the strain of desire in his voice. And she ached with longing to do as she was told, to not just suck the big cock, but to feel David Stern fuck her face. She relaxed, stretched her lips wide.

“Stick out your tongue,” Stern told her. “Relax your jaw, let it slid in.”

She knew how to suck a big cock, but she liked being told what to do in the bedroom, and her mouth carefully enveloped the head. She stuck out her tongue and Stern eased his hips forward, placing the hefty weight of his shaft there.

“Mind your teeth,” he whispered. “Ease it in.” She did as she was told and he continued pushing. “Good,” Stern murmured, “good.”

He smoothly inserted the front half of his cock into her mouth and her saliva glans watered, the muscles of her throat clenching and relaxing in anticipation of what was coming as he slid it deeper.

Drool welled up in a pool and spilled out of her mouth in strings of spit. Some of it ran down her neck and onto the slope of her breasts. Adrenaline flooded her body, only serving to heighten the experience. Slowly, mouth stretched to its limits, she began bobbing her head, working along the length, coating it with spit until it shone. She ran her head along the umbrella ridge, of the corona with each backward stroke. Her tongue found the opening at the head and she poked gently there, wiping up the pearls of pre-cum.

On the down stroke, she tried fitting more and more of the cock into her mouth, to relax enough to take it down her throat. She coughed and gagged in her eagerness to please. Stern’s strong fingers wrapped around her lower jaw and at the back of her head, pulling and pushing her face in concert with her rhythmic ministrations.

“Suck it,” Stern whispered, “take it.”

“Your eyes, whore,” Stern growled. “Look up at me.”

From her position, face stuffed with his erection until her eyes watered and drool spilled out of her mouth like wine from a cup, she looked up, meeting his gaze and their eyes locked.

She felt euphoric, ecstatic, energy drilling into her with the same relentless intensity with which he now fucked her face. She gagged, spilling even more saliva out of her mouth. Her chest was sloppy wet with it where it ran down her chin.

Wanting to please him, eager to do so, she willed the muscles of her throat to relax and pushed her face down the shaft. The feeling of resistance gave way, and she slid his length all the way in, deep throating him until her mouth jammed tightly against his body.

His eyes narrowed in pleasure,

“That’s it, girl,” he whispered. “Look in my eyes.”

He fucked her throat hard, driven by the sound of her gagging and coughing. His grip was rough, his thrusting almost frantic. She rode the storm for several minutes and he gave in first.

“Enough,” he told her.

He pulled his cock clear of her throat and out her mouth. It was harder than ever, swollen, steel hard. Pearls of spit clung to it and it glistened wetly. Then, to her surprise Stern bent forward and reached for her, hands wrapping around her arms. Her breath left her body as he scooped her to his chest. She gasped in surprise.

She had done this, made him wild with desire and she trembled in his arms as he turned her. She cried out in surprise as Stern dropped into place and her parted legs rested on his shoulders. His mouth opened and his tongue slaved her vagina, parting the lips and licking wetly into her depths then scrubbing her clitoris in long, slow licks. She grabbed hold of his hair and cried out. His breath came humid and hot against her inner thighs.

“Yes,” she sobbed. Then again and again, “ugh, ugh.” It was inarticulate noise, but Stern’s tongue moved inside her tight cunt in hot waves, driving words from her mouth. Her hips came down into the press of his tongue and he began fucking her with it, sliding it in and out with quick thrusts, then lapping at her in broad strokes.

She rolled her head in ecstasy, disbelieving the intensity of the sensations sweeping through her, and her eyes rolled wildly. She felt a burning pressure building low in her belly, a violent need, like a storm. She ground down and Stern worked his tongue into her, his lips wet with the sheen of her pussy juice. In the next moment her orgasm reached a breaking point.

She felt a his finger slid between her asscheeks. The digit pushed its way in and found the opening there. Gently, Stern began rubbing her anus in time to the rhythm of his tongue.

Her eyes, heavy lidded with approaching release, opened wide in shock and the sensation proved too much, She swept over the edge and screamed. Her pussy clenched like a fist and pleasure jolted through her body in wide, hot currents. She screamed again and her vagina released in an explosion of fluid.

Her orgasm sprayed out and she shuddered in spasms so strong they went beyond her ability to control her body and rivers of orgasmic secretions flowed from her. Stern grunted in satisfaction as her hot, orgasmic juices gushed across his face. It ran down his cheeks and collected in the hollow of his throat.

Still impaled on his tongue, she shuddered, and shuddered.

Stern’s came up and grabbed her breast, thumb going to the erect nipple there and tracing a lazy circle. She inhaled sharply, then relaxed into the strength of his grip and her pussy throbbed, pulsing with hunger to be filled.

“Climb down on my cock and get me off.” He ordered.

“Yes, Officer Stern,” she breathed.

She slid down his torso, feet finding purchase on the bed to either side of his hips. The big cock between his legs curved aggressively. It was an intimidating sight, thick and long. She wanted to take it.

Settling down on the lower part of Stern’s abdomen, she spun quickly, spreading her legs wide and securing a steady foothold on the plush mattress. She reached down and took the cock by the shaft just below the helmet rim of his head. She felt his heartbeat pulsing through the fat stream of his dorsal artery. The shaft was the thickest she’d seen and she wanted this, wanted it badly.

She spread her knees apart as she picked the hard cock off his stomach. Carefully, she rubbed the head against the folds of her opening, using her own juices to slicken it. Moving carefully, she put it at her opening and eased herself down on the erection.

She expelled a breath in a quick, hard gasp. The thing felt like an iron rod as she pushed onto it. She moaned and slid the head in. Slowly, the walls of her vagina relaxed and accepted the big dick.

“Yeah, baby,” she whined as the cock slipped into her.

Her own juices dripped down around the fat head, greasing the way, and she relaxed her knees, letting gravity ease her down the length. She felt filled up, stretched and full. He hadn’t started moving and she felt better fucked than she ever had before.

His finger pressed against her asshole once more and she sighed. Instantly, the gears in her lower belly starting turning, churning toward the next orgasm as she skidded down the length of his dick. She perched, hands braced on his torso and slowly, carefully, she began sliding up and down.

His cock smoothly navigated her depths, pushing her beyond the discomfort of the stretch and deep down roads of ecstasy she’d never understood could exist.

She was drunk from fucking.

“That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me baby,” she moaned in rapid pants.

Her hands kneaded his stomach as her inner thighs quivered. She was sopping down there, her body wet and aroused. Slowly, his hips lifted up to meet her. She heard him growl in satisfaction and she halted all motion as Stern picked up the pace, lifting his hips, sliding his cock deep, pulling it out.

She arched, holding her position, and he jackhammer fucked her cunt. Stern snarled, finger gone from her ass, both hands wrapping around her narrow waist, picking her up, pushing her down, jamming his cock into her.

His hips punched into her ass cheeks, tearing screams from her throat as the cock between his legs pummeled into her. Then his thrusts dropped into a stutter rhythm and he bucked spasmodically.

BOOK: Hell In High Heels --- A Jane Delacroix erotic novel: Sex, Sin, and Slaughter in Southern California
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