Page 36 of Dead Man's Wish
“Yes!” she choked out, spine curving off the wooden surface. I thrust into her harder, until she screamed and squirted all over my lap.
Looking up at her, I licked the small puddle beneath her and then up her body again. She snatched my tie and stopped me from going past her waistband. A pained groan escaped me.
Her foot pushed my shoulder back until I was flush against the chair and we were face-to-face. I looked down at my dick, throbbing and ready to fill her pretty pussy.
“You listened so well,” she teased.
“Yes.” I nodded, desperate and needy. The tie tightened and I took back every complaint from earlier, thanking the kinky bastards who called this professional attire.
“Take him out,” she instructed. I moved fast, unzipping my pants and pulling my boxers down. “Touch yourself for me.” I fisted my cock and worked the shaft, gliding over the piercings and feeling the burn beneath my spine that wanted me to release. “Wet yourself with me.”
Her lips brushed mine and I wanted to die in this agony. I reached out and finger-fucked her. Little moans slipped into my mouth as cum dripped into my hand. As she instructed, I continued to fist my dick while she watched. My cheeks grew redder under her gaze.
“Come like this.” She tugged the tie for compliance. “Don’t move.” Her lips grazed mine and sweat rolled down my back. “I want your cum all over me.”
“Bexley,” I whined.
“Your cum, my tits.” She denied me another kiss, and the sound that left my body wasn’t human.
“I’m gonna break your body in half kissing you while I fuck that tight pussy.” Another stroke and hot cum covered her chest and neck.
The orgasm rolled into more euphoria as I kept pumping my cock. My eyes rolled back with the small climax that followed. She slid off the desk and onto my lap, straddling me and taking my cock in a swift motion.
“Wait—” She worked her way down one piercing at a time, and I was losing my mind over the continuation of my orgasm. She was going to give me a heart attack. I dropped my head back as she bounced and cried out. My toes curled in my shoes and my thighs trembled.
Cold fingers touched my neck, but I couldn’t focus with my overloaded senses. The chilled air hit my chest as she finished her musings. A firm grip around my throat pulled me from the high, and little fingertips pressed in on the sides. My heartbeat thumped against her skin. I watched her pupils dilate as she felt it herself.
“Do you like manhandling me?” I asked, hardly affected by her hold. She nodded; her lip caught between her teeth as she fought another wave. “Do your worst, Little Swallow.” She pressed harder and I encouraged her to keep going. As the blood flow lessened, the high returned.
“I want it,” she whined. What, I didn’t know.
“Have it, take anything. You can steal my soul if you need it.” She slammed down on my cock with a tremble. I watched her cunt slide over me, swallowing every inch over and over. “Yeah? Is that what you want?”
Her grip loosened when she threw her head back. “Yes, please.” I knocked her hand away, taking her in mine as I angled her hips. I pulled her to me and took the kiss she’d teased.
“Scream.” I pushed in on her arteries as I bounced her on my cock. Her eyes widened and her hands clawed at my arm. “Your cunt is mine. Scream for it.” Her hand came up and flew into my face, making my wicked smile spread. The sting of her palm felt so fucking good, I nearly came then. “You know I like that. Now scream.”
“I—” she started, but her spine stiffened as her eyes rolled back. Pretty baby blues disappeared. I thrust into her from below as I bounced her. Throat strained and pussy flooding, she wailed until her voice wavered.
“That’s my girl.” I swallowed her scream, emptying everything I had left in her. Her sticky chest pressed against mine when her body gave out. Her pussy clenched around me in aftershocks as she lay sprawled in my arms. “Baby?” A light snore was her only response and I laughed.
I slid out of her and held her to my chest. Rolling my chair forward, I picked up my pen and a file from the stack. Her head rested in the crook of my shoulder and her breath tickled my neck. I wrote a few notes and highlighted some areas.
I couldn’t help the cheesy grin while cradling her. Her plan was a wild one, and I admired her tenacity. Easily, she was a little switch in the making, and I was willing to be whatever lover she needed. I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Silly girl.”
August 15,2025
Bexley Wells
Brown box after brown box,we sorted through enough evidence bags that afternoon to satisfy my need for forensic psychology for the next year or longer. The clock on the conference room wall read close to ten, and despite my wish that it was wrong, the moonlight coming through the window said it was right.
“Have you guys narrowed down a suspect list?” Jaiden asked as he read through witness statements from prior incidents. “These statements have yet to shed light on a potential accomplice.”
“Nope, nothing concrete at least. All leads have been lukewarm at best and ice cold at worst. Brent’s birth certificate was a bust. His father isn’t listed.” I figured as much from the way Ms. Hale talked about him. “I called his mom, and the best she could offer was the nickname everyone called him and the most popular last name. Again, the same information that leads nowhere.” Exhausted, Bishop shoved his work out of the way and rubbed his eyes.
“Ah, my favorite kind.” My retort earned a lighthearted laugh.
