LOVING HER SOUL MATE (22 page)

Shay smiled.
 
And then his lips captured hers.

They moved until her back was
against the closed front door as he kissed her.
 
She tasted so sweet to John that he closed his eyes and just relaxed to
the feel of her lips on his.
  
He knew he
had to leave, but he couldn’t leave her like this.

He lifted her oversized jersey,
revealing those plump breasts he couldn’t wait to taste again.
 
“I thought about these all day,” he said as
he squeezed and licked her mounds.

“What were you thinking about when
you thought about them?” Shay asked as she leaned her head back and enjoyed the
way his mouth made her feel.
 

“I thought about how big they
are,” he said, squeezing them again.
 
“And how tasty,” he added, licking them.
  
And how,” he said as he placed her nipple
between his teeth and lifted it, stretching her breasts.
 
Shay pushed into him when her breast stretched.

“And how what?” she asked.

“And how marked up I left them
this morning, and how marked up I’m about to make them again.”
 
He was on her now, licking and sucking so
hard that Shay wondered if she would come before he even got started good.

Because she knew he was just
getting started.
 
He removed his gun and
holster, putting them on her side table.
 
Then he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his
ankles, and then slid her shorts down to hers.
 
He then removed one of her feet out of the shorts altogether and lifted
her legs, opening them wide, until he had her legs flapped over his broad
shoulders.
 
And that was when the
intensity started.

His head moved between her legs
and his mouth began kissing her.
 
She
closed her eyes as his tongue started licking her folds and then flicking her
clit.
 
His hands held her ass in a tight
grip as he licked her, and the feeling from front to back
rendered
her body unable to remain still.

She began to buck against the door
as John began to go down hard on her, licking and flicking as if his tongue was
going to ram inside of her with the same depth of his dick.
 
She knew she was going to be marked, not just
on her breasts, not just on the ass he was squeezing the life out of, but
inside of her too.
 
Because
he kept going.
 
Because
he couldn’t stop his tongue from licking her clit and swelling her folds.
And she didn’t want him to stop.
 
He had
her high up, held only by the catch of his huge hands, and her body felt
inflamed with desire.
 

But it couldn’t stop there.
 
He needed to feel her mouth on his rod so
badly that he knew he had to try it.
 
He
was certain she’d never done it this way before, but he had to try it.

He lifted her and turned her body
around, to where her bare ass was in his face.
 
She knew immediately what he wanted, and trusted him to be able to hold
her.
 
So she leaned her body down in an
almost acrobatic move, until her mouth was able to capture his rod.
 
John held onto her as she licked and then
went down on him, way down, and moved in and out with the precision he loved
about her.
 

“Ah, yes, Shay, yes,” he said as
she gave him head.
 
“That’s what I’m
talking about, baby, that’s what I’m talking about!”
 
It was feeling so good to him that he had to
turn their bodies around, to where his back was now against the door.
 
His legs were almost buckling as she gave him
as good, if not better, he thought, as she got.

His fingers played with her clit
as she mouth-fucked him, and then his hand began to rub her ass as his rod
became swollen with passion.
 
“Do me,
baby!” he yelled as he squeezed her.
 
“Do
me, baby, do me!”

And she did him, in a way no other
had done him before.
 
He liked it hard
and rough and she was giving him hard and rough.
 
Shay felt exhilarated in a sensual daze as he
squeezed her ass and she sucked his dick.
 
She had never experienced it like this before.
 
She had never had sex this way before.
 

“Oh, babe,” he said, “We’ve got to
stop.”

“Why?” she asked, although she
absolutely knew why.

“I’m going to come in your mouth
if we don’t stop,” he said, already throbbing.
 

And then it became a mad dash for
both of them.
 
He lifted Shay back up and
then sat her feet on the floor.
 
He
turned her around, slamming her back against the door, and then reached down,
grabbed his wallet from the pocket of his pants, and pulled out a condom.
 
Shay’s body was squirming as he prepared
himself.
 
She could hardly wait.

He could hardly wait, too, and
that was why, when he entered her, he slid all the way in with one swift
drive.
 

“Oh!” they both yelled, as the
feeling of his big rod inside of her, and the feeling of her tight pussy
encapsulating him, caused both of them to
sigh
relief.
  
For they were
being relieved.
 

And then the banging started.

Outside of the very door they were
leaned against, Ronnie Burk stood in front of that door just about to ring the
bell.
 
He had told Shay that they would
meet later to discuss their shared stories, and he had purposely waited until
nightfall to come.
 
When he saw that
Porsche in the driveway, knowing full well that it belonged to that damn John
Malone, he was seething.
 
But he never
dreamed he’d catch them in the act.

But he did.
 
They were in the act.
 
As soon as his finger was about to ring that
bell, he heard them.
 
First he frowned.
 
What in the world, he said to himself.
 
He was hearing sliding sounds against the
door at first.
 
Just odd sliding
sounds.
 
But then he started hearing
slapping sounds, as if it was flesh on flesh.
 
And he knew exactly what was going on.
 
John was fucking her.
 
And by the
sound of it, Ronnie thought, he was fucking her harder than even Ronnie ever
dreamed of doing himself.
 
And the flesh
pounding felt so hard, so rough, that Ronnie was appalled.
 
How could she allow such savagery to be
performed on her small, innocent body?
 

Instead of ringing any bell, he
hurried around to the front window, to see if he could see anything.
 
But he couldn’t.
 
He hurried off of the porch and moved swiftly
around to the side of the house, where there was a sliding glass door off from
the dining room.
 
And that was when he
saw them.
 
Both of them.
 
John had her pinned against the front door,
his dick wedged deep inside of her, fucking her brains out.

Shay had her eyes closed, but
Ronnie was certain she was in pain.
 
The
way he was slamming into her, she had to be.
 
And Ronnie was getting a hard-on just looking at her, at the way John
had her legs around his back, the way his pants were down around his ankles,
the way he was panting as his big, tight ass banged into her.
 
Ronnie quickly unzipped his pants and began
jerking off as he watched them.
 
Shay was
naked and John was fucking her so hard.
 
Ronnie jerked and jerked.
 
And
within a matter of seconds he came.
 
Just
like that.
 
John Malone was still banging
her, and Ronnie had already come.

He nervously looked around.
 
Fortunately the next door neighbor didn’t
appear to be at home.
 
Then he grabbed a
handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped up his spillage, put his dick back where
it belonged, and then headed for the front door, the same front door John and
Shay were fucking against.
 
He was angry
at her now for making him lose such control.

John heard the knocking on the
door but couldn’t stop pounding Shay.
 
They were in the throes of their climax and no way was he going to allow
them to stop.
 
He leaned against Shay, to
help moot their elation, but they kept on gyrating in their fast-paced rhythm
until both of them constricted into a fantastic release.
 

And it was only then did they
stop.

John was breathing in hard pants,
and despite the knocks, they both had to take a second before doing anything
else.

But then Ronnie’s voice could be
heard.
 
“Shay, you in there?” he yelled
out.

“Shit,” Shay said in a lowered
voice.
 
“We’re supposed to meet about a
couple stories we’re working on together.”

“Okay,” John said, pulling out of
her.
 
They both were amazed, but
delighted, at how deep down he had been inside of her.
 
It took more than a second for his rod to
travel the distance.
 

“I’ll stall him,” he whispered to
her.
 
“You go get cleaned up.”

She moved to do just that,
grabbing up her clothes, but John pulled her back.
 
He then kissed her passionately on the
lips.
 
“I’ll be back for more,” he said
to her.

Shay didn’t believe it possible,
but her womanhood tingled again at just the thought of it.
 
“Good,” she said smilingly and hurried for
the master bath.

“Shay!”
Ronnie yelled again.

“Just a
minute, Burk!”
John yelled back.
 
He then quickly prepared himself, from
retrieving his wallet and condom wrapper, removing the condom off of his penis,
and then pulling up his clothes.
 
He went
into the hall bathroom, to toss the condom and wrapper, and then he headed back
up to the front door.
 
After putting back
on his gun and holster, he exhaled.
 
By
the time he opened the door, Ronnie had managed to calm himself down.
 
Showing his hand to some alpha-male asshole like
John Malone would be disastrous.
 
He had
to play this right.

He smiled.
 
“Well, hello there, Captain,” he said.

“Come on in,” John replied,
opening the door further.

“Whatever brings you this way?” Ronnie
asked as he stepped inside. He expected to smell sex in the air, but he was so
inwardly angry he wasn’t sure if he did or not.
 
“I hope it’s
more juicy
inside information on
our corrupt police department.”

“I thought you were off of that
case.”

“Well, you thought wrong, now
didn’t you,” Ronnie replied in that snippiness of his John knew very well.
 
“Shay and I are both working the case.”

“With Shay as
lead, though, right?”

Ronnie frowned.
 
“What difference does that make?”

“None whatsoever,” John said as
his cell phone began to ring again.
 
He
looked at the Caller ID.
 
“I’ve got to
run,” he said.

“Not on my account surely,” Ronnie
said.

John snorted.
 
“You really flatter yourself, Burk, don’t
you?”

Ronnie smiled.
 
“No more than you flatter yourself,” he
replied.

John turned toward the
hallway.
 
“Shay, I’m leaving.”

“Okay, John,” Shay yelled from her
bedroom.
 
“I’ll be with you in just a
moment, Ronnie.”

John looked at Ronnie once more,
thought he saw something odd about him, but then dismissed it.
 
Ronnie was and always had been an obnoxious
twit.
 
He decided to just leave it at
that.

“Good night, Burk,” he said as he
opened the door and headed out.

“Good night, Captain.
 
Don’t let the door hit cha where your mammy
split cha.”
 
Ronnie said this with a laugh.
 
John rolled his eyes at the sometimes gross
nature of Ronnie’s humor, and kept walking.

As soon as Ronnie closed the door,
his smile disappeared.
 
They must take
him for a fool, he thought, as he began roaming around the small living
room.
 
They must take him for some major
league, Kool-Aid drinking, hillbilly fool!
 
Naturally Shay wasn’t available to greet him.
 
As soon as he saw Malone’s fancy-dancy sports
car, he knew she wouldn’t be.
 
And the
sounds they made!
 
Like two rats making
out.
 
He could hardly believe she’d stoop
that low.