Page 20 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Not the team I bat for.”

I knew how to play up a man, and I knew what it would take to get him to fall under my spell. Closing my eyes, I opened them coyly and smiled at him. “Never?”

“Not even once.” He sat back, his smile growing cocky. “Men just don’t…”

Standing up, I walked over and sat beside him, my hand on his thigh. “Funny, I thought your pants looked fuller when you were talking with Jon.”

He cleared his throat and scooted into the couch further. “Is there anything else you can tell me about your parents’ murder?”

Laughter howled inside me, while my face showed nothing of my joy.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Detective Moody.” I moved my hand up an inch. “But no. Nothing else stands out.”

The cocky smile waned and his features returned to what I perceived to be their standard place, and he gave me a nod. “I’m going to call my partner and since I have time on my hands…” He stood up and straightened his tie. “I think a nap would suit me well.”

My tongue poked from my lips, wetting them before I stood up and brushed against him before walking to the check-in desk. “I think you’ll find room thirteen to your satisfaction.” I slid the key from the mailbox to him, daring him to touch me to get it.

Like a moth to a flame, his hand covered mine after taking the bait.

“Up the stairs to the second floor, turn left and it’ll be on your right.” My voice deepened, infusing a honeyed smokiness. “Call if you need… anything.” I tilted my head and smiled. “I serve dinner around sex.” My mouth dropped open at my Freudian slip. “Oops.” I snorted with laughter. “I mean six.”

As he walked away, I leaned on the counter and watched. His slacks tightened with each step on the stairs, which highlighted a very firm, biteable ass. They did nothing to hide his cock when he fought against the lust Jon created by being in the room.

My shoulders rolled my shoulders as I let the lust wash over me. My sweet incubus brings that out in everyone. And I would bet that under the right circumstance, Moody would bust a nut for Jon.

“Hm.” Deliciously devious ideas crept through my mind. All of them revolved around Dominick and his ass. Penetrating it, stretching it and watching Jon make him cry out when he lets go of his inhibitions. Feeling them both fuck me. And the best part? My intuition told me there was something dark inside of our fine detective. It just needed to be cultivated.

I let the images play in my head as I strolled to my pantry. This wasn’t one’s typical pantry. You wouldn’t find dry beans, cans of fruit or jars of sauces for noodles. In this magical pantry, you would find everything one needs to mix up potions, tinctures, and hex bags.

My fingers tingled as I lifted the pestle from my mortar and sat down on my rolling stool. “Just a pinch of this.” I sang and rolled myself to the other end. “And a dab of that. Let’s not forget we want him to remember the night.” Rolling back to the mortar, I dropped the herbs in and ground them. “Goddess, watch over me as I create this tasty boost for the dear detective. Guide me by your hand to show him the darkness he fears.”

“Ah yes!” I set the pestle down. “We need a little something for relaxation.” I got up and danced my way to the other end of the pantry until I found the jar of belladonna. “Not too much. Just a pinch.”

I knew the moment Jon returned from helping. There wasn’t a need to see him; I felt him. My heart ramped up and lust danced on my skin. A vision of me on my back, my legs wrapped around his handsome face, while I writhed on the kitchen table flashed in my head. I could feel the weeping of my pussy as my leggings caught the wetness.

Strolling back to the mortar, I dropped in the few crystals and left the pantry to meet Jon in the kitchen. He stood naked in the room, his hair wet from the rain, and for me, his tail twitched and pointed to the table.

“Mm, my lover.” I purred and hurried to the table.

“Open wide.” His low voice made my body tingle as I hopped up and opened my legs.

His long claws pranced along my seam, first gently, then I felt the sharp points tear at the cloth. Deep buzzing sounds filled the kitchen as he dropped to his knees, putting his face at eye level with my pussy.

One swipe of his forked tongue teased both lips and hugged my clit, giving it a tug. There’s no containing the moans when he works me over in this manner. His claws dug into my skin, giving me a bit of pain I craved, and his tail plunged into my core, filling me fully.

Jon nips and licks at my cunt, teasing me. “He’s handsome, yes?”

“Yeeeeesssss.” I hiss and grind my hips towards his face.

“Dark in the core.” His tongue swats against my clit, treating it like a boxing bag.

My hips lift off the table and pump against the movements of his tail. “Eat. Me.” I pant. “Talk. Later.”

Laughter takes the place of Jon’s buzzing. I loved the feeling he added to the air and then the buzz came back with a force. Some incubus thump, some hum and some buzz like a bee. That strange buzz affected each person differently, but in the end, it filled them with pure lust.

I pushed my shirt up and grabbed at my nipples, twisting and pulling them. Jon’s tongue hugs my clit and suckles it. Inside my pussy, I feel his tail move in and out and it bounces inside me.

His tongue tickles my clit as he speaks. “Yoh aah-hoe ip beppin por appenpen.”

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