10-80: Line of Duty Series by Xyla Turner

helping.
    “So since I’m working a double shift and protecting the mean New York City streets, doesn’t my girl want to give me a container of this to eat for dinner?” I asked.
    D’asia erupted in laughter, as she got up shaking her head.
    “First of all,” she started after she called down. “I have no idea who your girl is. And second, you can take some if you would like.”
    Here she goes with this shit. I’d have to teach her how this went. No sex in five years. Raising her brother by herself. No help, no support. I’d gladly teach her.
    Coming up behind her as she started to rinse off the dishes, I turned the faucet off as I enveloped her into the counter. Her ass moved back into mine, causing a stir, which she knew because she started to move it around my crouch.
    Goddamn .
    Sexy and she knew it.
    I moved her hair off her shoulder to see the slightly darker mark I left on at the club and it was still visible. Aiming for that same spot, I bent down and started to suck on it again. Her arm reached back, pulling me further into her. My hips started to make circles, matching her movements. The little moans that escaped her mouth and sighs were turning me all the way on.
    Pulling away from her neck, I turned her around, and lifted her up with her legs wrapped around my waist.
    “Ready,” I whispered against her lips.
    “I’m ready.” She grabbed my ears and kissed me.
    It wasn’t just a peck, it was with an urgency that I wanted to fill right then and there.
    I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down. Before I could reach for the bottom of her dress, she was up and unbuckling my pants. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly, hushed me.
    “Shhhh.”
    I took off my holster attached to the waistband of my pants and once they were open, her greedy hand pulled my cock out of the black boxers and wrapped her pouty lips around me.
    Goddamn !
    All thoughts escaped my mind as I watched her take me in and out of her precious mouth. Her tongue trailing and causing all sorts of tingling electricity through my body. Her left hand dropped to massage my sac and fuck it, but I swear she was trying to make me come right in her mouth. Slowly she pulled me out of her mouth, and wrapped what little of her hand fit around my cock and stroked it up and down. Then she turned over so she was on her knees, then bent down with her head facing me to lick my balls.
    “Yes, sweetness.” I crooned. “Fuck, baby.”
    She moaned against the sensitive skin that urged me to control what was about to happen, or she’d have me spilling my seed down her throat and not in her tight pussy.
    I grabbed her by the hair and held her in place, so I could rub my cock up and down her face with my balls still in her mouth. Then I pulled my hips back, so she could take me again, but this time, I was fucking her face.
    D’asia, on her knees, mouth wide open, and taking me deep was undoing everything. She was willing, waiting, and fucking loving it.
    “D’asia.” I moaned her name as I tilted my head back and let go of her hair.
    She grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke it with both hands while licking the head. Then I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done, I tore my undershirt off and stepped out of my pants. She was upright with her knees on the bed. I took her dress off and pushed her down, so I could get her tights and panties down.
    Her yelp quickly turned into laughter, once I tickled her side. She turned over to evade my attacks against her ribs, while I sat to take off my shoes and kick off my briefs. Once I finished, I pulled her leg, which brought her whole body to the end of the bed. Because now it was time for my dessert. I was kneeling on the floor, she sat up on her elbows and smirked at me.
    “Still hungry?”
    “No, this is just the icing on the cake.”
    My mouth grabbed her nub and I begin to suck on it like a pacifier. Her hands immediately came to my head, with her fingers caressing