Page 61 of Pocus
I splay my hands on his bare chest, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath my palms. I run my hands slowly down his chest and the lean muscles of his stomach. I lay back on the bed, and Pocus followed without breaking the kiss. He kneels between my thighs and pushes my legs apart. His eyes feed intently on my pussy, making me even wetter. Pocus runs his palm up my thigh with a deep throaty moan. His touch is soft but impactful enough to set my body ablaze. The tips of his finger graze my pussy lips. He presses his thumb on my clit, and I gasp softly as pleasure ricochets through me. He slips a finger into me while his thumb continues its torturing strokes on my clit.
“Oh, Pocus...,” I moan, gripping the sheets tightly in my hands.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet, Abigail,” Pocus says in a husky voice, sliding his finger in and out of me in masterful strokes. He seems intent on driving me crazy with his hands. “I want to drink from you, chérie. You make me so damn thirsty.”
Pocus lowers his mouth to my pussy, spreading my knees wider with his hands. He slides his tongue over my clit, and I buck violently.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, weaving my hands into his hair to press him closer. Pocus teases my clit in maddening circular strokes, then suddenly pushes his tongue inside me. I throw my head back with a muffled scream. My inner muscles ripple around his tongue, and Pocus groans in approval, lapping up my moisture with his tongue. He keeps licking and sucking until I can barely breathe from the overwhelming pleasure. One hand slides up to my breast, and his thumb circles teasingly around my left nipple, increasing the almost unbearable ache building inside of me. He starts to pump himself with his other hand. The sensation of having his mouth on my pussy, his hand on my aching breast, and watching him pleasure himself is more than I can take. He closes his lips around my throbbing nub and applies gentle pressure, and I grip harder onto the sheets, grasping for breath. He releases the pressure and bites down harder.
I ripple voraciously into his mouth. I grind down on my teeth as a powerful orgasm crashes through me. I’m shocked by the intensity of my release, but Pocus holds me down, drinking up all the juice I had to offer. And just when I’m beginning to regain my senses, Pocus slides up swiftly and slams into me in one powerful thrust that sends me reeling over the edge all over again.
“Pocus!”
I arch my back and bite down hard on his shoulder as he plunges into me with deep, jerking thrusts. He kisses me hard, and I moan into his mouth, enjoying the taste of myself on his lips as his tongue slides over mine. He’s suddenly still and drops his head into the curve of my neck with a feral growl. He remains unmoving, his fat cock buried deep inside of me, throbbing. He raises his head and places a gentle kiss on my sweaty forehead. Locking our gaze, he starts to move again, this time in slow, deliberate strokes. My nails dig painfully into the flesh of his back as I rock my hips to meet his deep thrusts. The pressure starts to build up again, and it feels like I’ll die from the electrocuting waves coursing through my veins.
“Oh, fuck, Pocus,” I moan quietly. “I can’t…please… Pocus!”
He suddenly increases the pace, slamming into me hard and fast. The combined sounds of our moans and the clapping sound of our bodies bounce off my room’s walls.
“Look at me, Abigail!” Pocus commands urgently.
I look into his eyes, and he slams into me one last time before pulling out completely. Pocus throws his head back with a loud moan as he convulses helplessly. He looks like a majestic beast with his teeth bared, skin glistening with beads of sweat as he milks out the remainder of his orgasm with his hand. I sit up on the bed and wrap my mouth around his duck, greedily taking his seed into my mouth. He tastes salty and yummy.
“Oh, Abigail,” Pocus moans as the last wave of tremors hit him. Some more seed spurts out of the dark shiny head of his cock, and I lap it all up.
“Damn, Abigail,” Pocus murmurs breathlessly, bunching my hair in his fist in an almost painful grip. “I could die right now and be the most fulfilled man.
I place a soft kiss on the side of his dick and smile up at him. “My sentiments exactly.”
Pocus helps me up gently and captures my lips in a slow sweet kiss that sends my heart fluttering with indescribable emotions. And when he pulls back and smiles brightly into my eyes, it dawns on me how hard I’ve fallen for this man who’s just given me the best orgasm of my life.
“How do you feel?” Pocus asks, gently caressing my cheeks.
“I feel…,” I swallow down hard and let out a breathy sigh. “It’s indescribable.”
Pocus chuckles slightly. He seems pleased to hear that. “Do you feel tired?”
I shake my head slightly, drowning in the dark promises in his dazzling green eyes.
“Good,” Pocus says, pushing me back against the bed. “Because we’re just getting started.”
I chuckle lightly, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lowers his head to mine.
It’s going to be a damn long night….
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Knix
Ikeep to the shadows as I watch the scene unfolding before me in the distance. I wish there was more lighting, but I’ll have to do with what I have. A large man in a white sleeveless tee and camo pants gets down from the driver’s side of the trailer I followed from Anderson’s office. He slams the door and leans against the truck in an unhurried pose. He fishes around his pants pocket and takes out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a slow drag before blowing out a thick wad of smoke. He seems to be waiting for something…or someone. Whatever or whoever it is, I’m determined to find out.
The truck had seemed inconspicuous, parked several feet across the street from Anderson’s fancy office building, except I’d noticed the fleeting agitation in Anderson’s eye when he glanced at the truck on his way out of his office. Anderson had gone in the opposite direction, but I’d followed the truck instead. We finally arrived at this isolated warehouse on the outskirts of New Orleans. I wonder what they are transporting to come out this far. Drugs, maybe? Whatever it is, something tells me it’s exactly what we need to pin Anderson. I just need to find a way to link him to whatever I find here.
I’m beginning to entertain doubts about this lead when a familiar black SUV rolls down the dusty road leading to the warehouse. The truck driver quickly throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it with the heel of his boot. He seems to take in a steadying breath before running toward the black SUV that looks suspiciously like Anderson Grey’s transportation.
My heart skips excitedly in my chest. This is just what I need; a secret meeting in a suspicious location – there’s bound to be something I could use against Grey.
The truck driver quickly runs over to the passenger side of the black SUV and opens the door with a deep bow. The occupant of the car steps out, and, as I suspected, it turns out to be Anderson Grey. He looks around slowly, and his gaze seems to linger in my direction for a while. I would have thought he saw me, except I’m well shielded by the darkness surrounding the warehouse.