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I can’t watch her. It looks so fucking sexy I’ll blow my wad, so I close my eyes and take it in, as she makes inhuman sounds come out of me. As I feel her swallowing my precum, making for better suction, I just about lose it. “God, Laney, I’m so fucking close, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” I say quickly, not sure where the words are coming from, as all the blood in my body is inside my cock. It’s rock hard as she relentlessly sucks, and when I can’t hold on any longer, we both feel my cock twitch, as I come gloriously, emptying into her mouth, grunting so hard I can feel the veins pop out in my neck.

She is a fucking goddess. Have I said that before? I’ll say it again and again. I come so hard my legs turn to jelly and I have to sit down. “Jesus Christ.” I breathe as she sucks the last bit of come from the head and sits next to me. I look at her. “You. You are unbelievable.” A pause in the silence, or near silence, as my breathing is choppy as fuck. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t believe I did that, either.” She chuckles. “It’s an acquired taste, I’ve heard.”

I take a cleansing breath and kiss her belly, still hard below the belt. My hands are all over her breasts as I make my way around her navel, licking, nipping, sucking it, as I leave one hand on her breast, and slide one down into her wetness. She immediately arches her back. My mouth makes its way up to her breasts, as I make a trail with my lips up her body, stopping at her breast, kissing and sucking it, and then I move to her nipples, as she writhes from my touch. My thumb circles her clit while my middle and ring finger slides in and out of her wetness, and my other hand plays with her opposite breast.

As I move my way back down the same trail I'd made before, she continues moaning, hungry for her release, and I can’t let her down. With kisses all down her belly to her thighs, I land at her wetness, sucking it, French kissing it, making her melt, making her wiggle, making her moans louder. My tongue tickles her clit, sitting right up, begging to be tended to, and I don’t ignore it. Two fingers slide in and out of her while my tongue batters her clit, feeling it harden, feeling her insides quiver. I reach up and pinch her nipples with my free hand, wondering how the hell I got so coordinated so fast, but I want to make her come as gloriously as she made me come, so I'm pulling out all the stops.

When I feel her hips start to lock, and that certain cry come from her, I know it’s on. I lick faster, not daring to leave that spot, and I pump harder with my fingers, as I bring her home, with her back arched, her mouth wide open, and her nearly screaming with pleasure. Mission accomplished. Her chest heaves as she comes down, spent, and I gradually slow, letting her feel it all, as she ebbs and the aftershocks come. Finally, once she’s just a smouldering mess, I kiss up her thighs, belly, neck, until I get to her mouth.

“And you call me a goddess.” She breathes. “You, sir, are a god.”

I lay my head next to hers. “I think we’re just great together, don’t you?”

A nod. “We are fantastic together. Dangerous.”

My fingers skate up and down her belly, and then she turns to face me, draping her leg over my waist. “Have you had better?”

“I feel like this is a trap.” I smile.

“It’s not. I swear.” She says, face straight as an arrow. Something tells me that Laney is not one to lie. She’s got one of those faces. Honest. And I don’t think that she has a lot to lie about. Nothing to hide.

“Okay. No.” I say without hesitation. “I’ve never had it this good. Never.”

Her neck cranes slightly. “Really? I figured with your reputation that you would have had hundreds of women giving you phenomenal blow jobs and the like.”

I shake my head, frowning. “That was different.”

“How?”

Just as she asks that, my phone rings. I smirk. “Saved by the bell.”

She smiles. “Asshole.”

I rise and grab my phone out of my pocket. My smile fades immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

My heart skips a beat. “Shit. It’s Glenda. Gretchen’s next-door neighbor.”

Laney’s face matches mine.

We both know that something is wrong.

We just never dreamed it would be this.

Laney

Caleb and I dress like the fire alarm has sounded. Not a word is passed between us as we drive to Gretchen’s house. It’s like I don’t want to know what’s happened, and Caleb doesn’t want to tell me, but based on the pallor of his face, it can only be something horrible. Caleb only tells me that he’d given Glenda his phone number if there was an emergency. She’d never called him before today. An ambulance and a police cruiser are at the bottom of the street. Caleb looks at me. It’s like we can read each other’s minds, even though he’s told me nothing.

I walk inside and Peg is sitting in the corner of the living room, with her knees at her chest, hugging herself. A lady sitting next to her, who I assume is Glenda, is trying to comfort her, but she’s having none of it. Peg is sobbing, and when she sees Caleb, she rises and runs to him. He kneels to her and holds his arms out for her. When they make contact, his face pales and he sobs with the bairn, making me sob, too. And that’s when I see it. The stretcher, with Gretchen’s body on it, covered over with a sheet. My hand goes to my mouth. My worst fear has been realized. Even though I fight it, my eyes go into the bedroom, where the body came from. I can see the Ziploc bags labeled, with various drug paraphernalia inside.

She overdosed.

My heart pounds, my eyes tear up again, thinking about that poor bairn, and what horror she must have witnessed. Gretchen, I knew was very troubled, and I had a terrible feeling when we left her, that I ignored and shouldn’t have. As I wipe the tears from my face, I look over to Caleb, cradling Peg in his arms, crying with her. A sob escapes as I feel their pain, and as I watch him shield her eyes as they carry her mama’s body out on the stretcher. “She offed herself.” Glenda volunteers, cold as ice. I can immediately see why Peg doesn’t like her. She’s got the face of a badger and the scowl of an old, disgruntled woman.

“Thank you. I see that.” I tell her.

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