His Secrets - Episode 1 Read Online Free
Author: GL Corbin
and pressed it between her breasts. Before she could do more, he lifted her to her feet, and carried her across the bedroom. No sooner had he laid her on the bed than his mouth was on her. She gripped the sheets as his tongue began to tease her clit. His hands slid slowly up the inside of her thighs; his tongue dipped inside her wetness, and then went back to teasing her clit. He slid his hand across the flat of her tummy, and then began to squeeze her breasts. His fingers were inside her now – quickly finding the spot. It was all too much - her senses were in overdrive, but she wasn't ready yet. She wanted him inside her.
Bradley sensed her desire. This time when he guided his erection into her pussy, he did so slowly and gently. He could be gentle when he wanted to be. They were soon in sync, and found a rhythm which although much slower than their reunion fuck was no less satisfying. Their bodies rose and fell as one; they kissed – their tongues battling to explore each other's mouth.
Holding her tight to him, Bradley rolled onto his back. His cock felt even bigger now she was on top. As Chris rode him, she began to rub her clit. Bradley grinned – content to let her do the work now.
Chris was the first to reach orgasm. Her pussy muscles contracted as she continued to ride him. Moments later, she felt him come deep inside her.
*********
Bradley had an early morning flight. He was up at five and out of the apartment by six.
Chris saw him off at the door. She had deliberately allowed her dressing gown to fall open, in an unsuccessful attempt to lure him back to bed. After he had left, she made coffee, and marked up the calendar. For some reason, she had taken to keeping a record of the days he spent with her. It was April, and so far they had only managed eighteen days. That was less than one week per month. It was like being married to someone in the armed forces.
After a shower and a bowl of cereal, Chris drove to the office. Since her father had died, she had considered giving up the office to work out of her apartment. The incident with Drake had served to remind her why that wouldn't be a good idea.
Chris had worked through all of Mrs Jeremies papers, several of which were now stained with Drake's blood. It was easy to see why the police weren't giving much credence to the serial killer theory. There appeared to be little or no similarity between any of the cases other than the fact that all of the victims were professionals. Serial killers usually kept to the same or similar MO – this felt like a dead end. Chris was tempted to decline the case. She hated the idea of disappointing Mrs Jeremies, but better that than to raise false hopes. She picked up the phone intending to deliver the bad news, but at the last minute had a change of heart, and instead called an old friend of her father's.
*********
Joe Mason had looked forty when he was in his twenties. Now he was in his late fifties, he actually looked young for his age. Joe and her father had grown up in the same neighbourhood, and had been childhood friends. Joe had been in the police force all of his life; the first ten years in uniform. He had been one of the pallbearers at her father's funeral. They met in Joe's favourite greasy spoon cafe in the centre of town. On the wall behind the counter was a sign which read:
Welcome to the poncy-coffee free zone.
We serve only two kinds of coffee: black or white.
“Nice to see you Chris.” Joe kissed her on the cheek. “I still don't know how someone as ugly as your dad could produce someone as beautiful as you.”
“How are you Joe?”
“Same as always.”
“Isn't it time you retired?”
“What would I do?”
Joe had never married, but according to her father, he had never been short of female company as a young man.
“Are you still running your dad's business?”
Joe took a sip of his tea, pulled a face, and proceeded to put three
Bradley sensed her desire. This time when he guided his erection into her pussy, he did so slowly and gently. He could be gentle when he wanted to be. They were soon in sync, and found a rhythm which although much slower than their reunion fuck was no less satisfying. Their bodies rose and fell as one; they kissed – their tongues battling to explore each other's mouth.
Holding her tight to him, Bradley rolled onto his back. His cock felt even bigger now she was on top. As Chris rode him, she began to rub her clit. Bradley grinned – content to let her do the work now.
Chris was the first to reach orgasm. Her pussy muscles contracted as she continued to ride him. Moments later, she felt him come deep inside her.
*********
Bradley had an early morning flight. He was up at five and out of the apartment by six.
Chris saw him off at the door. She had deliberately allowed her dressing gown to fall open, in an unsuccessful attempt to lure him back to bed. After he had left, she made coffee, and marked up the calendar. For some reason, she had taken to keeping a record of the days he spent with her. It was April, and so far they had only managed eighteen days. That was less than one week per month. It was like being married to someone in the armed forces.
After a shower and a bowl of cereal, Chris drove to the office. Since her father had died, she had considered giving up the office to work out of her apartment. The incident with Drake had served to remind her why that wouldn't be a good idea.
Chris had worked through all of Mrs Jeremies papers, several of which were now stained with Drake's blood. It was easy to see why the police weren't giving much credence to the serial killer theory. There appeared to be little or no similarity between any of the cases other than the fact that all of the victims were professionals. Serial killers usually kept to the same or similar MO – this felt like a dead end. Chris was tempted to decline the case. She hated the idea of disappointing Mrs Jeremies, but better that than to raise false hopes. She picked up the phone intending to deliver the bad news, but at the last minute had a change of heart, and instead called an old friend of her father's.
*********
Joe Mason had looked forty when he was in his twenties. Now he was in his late fifties, he actually looked young for his age. Joe and her father had grown up in the same neighbourhood, and had been childhood friends. Joe had been in the police force all of his life; the first ten years in uniform. He had been one of the pallbearers at her father's funeral. They met in Joe's favourite greasy spoon cafe in the centre of town. On the wall behind the counter was a sign which read:
Welcome to the poncy-coffee free zone.
We serve only two kinds of coffee: black or white.
“Nice to see you Chris.” Joe kissed her on the cheek. “I still don't know how someone as ugly as your dad could produce someone as beautiful as you.”
“How are you Joe?”
“Same as always.”
“Isn't it time you retired?”
“What would I do?”
Joe had never married, but according to her father, he had never been short of female company as a young man.
“Are you still running your dad's business?”
Joe took a sip of his tea, pulled a face, and proceeded to put three
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