Page 47 of Savage in the Streets
Ashton’s told me he doesn’t want me taking one, but if there were an offer on the table that had me repaying what was stolen while doing no time, he’d pay my debts and take care of me if I wanted to avoid going to court.
Could this man be any more perfect?
“One years in prison, repayment to the victims, and we’ll bring it down to a misdemeanor,” Alvarez says.
“Absolutely not, and do not insult my client like that again,” Ashton barks out.
Alvarez sneers. “Did you expect me to just let her walk?”
“How about this,” Ashton counters. “No time in, full repayment in cash upon release, and her charges expunged after a year of probation.”
Alvarez damn near chokes on his laughter, and I decide that I like him even less, if that is at all possible. “See ya in court.”
Ashton schedules a discovery hearing, then leads me from the courthouse to a waiting police car.
“I’ll see you back at my place in twenty.
* * *
Bailey
“You did amazing today,” Ashton says, breathing in my scent.
He’s seated on the couch with me straddling him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my mouth kissing his neck.
Princess Petunia is growling, letting him know that at any moment, she could own his ass.
“You mean I was good at just sitting there, doing nothing.”
“Your job was to answer questions without over-talking while looking sweet and innocent. You did everything as instructed.”
His hand snakes between my thighs to my damp panties. My back arches involuntarily, like a cat’s. How does he make me come so alive?
“What happens now?” I rasp out.
His finger slides along my seam, then he pulls my panties aside and slips a finger deep inside me.
He chuckles. “I get you off…”
His courtroom humor might be corny, but right now, I’m too deep in the feels to give him a proper eye roll.
The pad of his thumb presses against my clit, gently grinding as he pumps his fingers into my core.
“I’m going to come,” I shudder out.
“Not like this, you’re not.”
He rolls me off of him so that I’m lying on the couch, him kneeling on the floor, then he pulls my skirt up and rubs his face against my now soaked panties.
“Look what you do to me,” he growls out. The movement of his lips against my sex has a dizzying effect, and I wonder if I’m going to stay conscious.
He reaches up and peels my panties off, down my legs, throwing them at Petunia.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I promise.
He buries his face in my moist center, his eager tongue dancing along my intimate folds before caressing my throbbing clit.
We’ve only been fucking for a weekend, yet he knows my body so well, he makes me come with a few well-placed laps of his tongue.
