No Returns (The Blankenships Book 6) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Evelyn Glass
weeping. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, softly. “I’m so sorry.”
She knew better than to think he was really speaking to her, but she was still aching, still wanting, and maybe some absolution would be helpful. “I forgive you,” she said, pulling herself up and off his softening dick.
He looked at her, his dark eyes swollen with so much need that he had no outlet to fulfill, and she slipped forward, pressing his face towards her pussy, full of his seed and swollen with frustrated need. She told herself she’d back off if he offered even the slightest hint of hesitation, but—oh God—instead, he leaned forward, straining at the cuffs again, but this time, he was licking urgently at her, devouring both of them, and she had thought she’d been miles away from coming, miles and ages, but he was making these urgent, desperate sounds as he devoured her, sucking her clit and doing his level best to fuck her with his tongue. She threaded her fingers through his for balance as she came, hard and urgent, no less desperate for the sharp need that washed through her. “Oh fuck,” she heard herself murmur, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck.”
It was something other than release, something other than pleasure. It was almost an epiphany, a sense of completion, of coming full circle. He didn’t stop as her pussy quivered, just kept fucking her with his tongue and teeth, and the pleasure stretched out like honey, through an almost endless rising and falling pleasure, wiping her out over and over, destroying her and remaking her as she cried out.
And then the moment crossed from pleasure to pain, and her body was tired and lax. She managed to un-cuff him as she slid down his body, and they curled up together on the bed, stroking each other softly and delicately as they both cried, broken hearted that the house was too quiet, too empty, and turned inside out and alone.
Zoey could feel the moment when the walls inside his heart slid shut again, closing down and shutting her both out and off. She tried not to let it sting any more than it had to. She’d known it was coming — or at least that it was likely to come again. She tried to cling to the moment they’d had. She had an idea that she was about to walk into a desert and that it might be a while before the next oasis.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rodriguez, Rodriguez, and Martin set up a meeting for Alex with the police the following morning. Both of them were still badly jet lagged, and Alex had barely spoken throughout the day. Zoey had tried to get him to let her take care of some of the funeral planning, but when she suggested it, he’d given her such a cold stare that she couldn’t think of anything to do other than nod and walk out of the room. The police asked a thousand questions, and the lawyers said, over and over, “You don’t have to answer that.” They did tell the police that Cindy Walden had come to them, given them information about her siblings, and suggested that she needed their help to keep herself and the remaining half-siblings safe.
Luke Pyramus nodded, his expression calmly reserved and neutrally listening. “Yes,” he said. “We’ve heard all of this. What I’m not understanding, though, is why you didn’t come to the police at that time. Three people were dead, after all, and you believed that you knew why they were being killed.”
Alex sighed and rubbed his temples. “I had no idea if it was true or not,” he said. “Cindy didn’t want to go to the police.”
“And what about you, Alex? We’ve been friends for a long time. Why didn’t you trust me?”
He looked at his old friend and tried to remember. He, Luke, and Leo had been a trio of hellions in school, causing trouble every chance they got. He’d gotten them out of trouble by invoking his father, Leo had gotten them out of trouble by spreading around his money, and Luke — Luke had gotten them out of trouble by being
She knew better than to think he was really speaking to her, but she was still aching, still wanting, and maybe some absolution would be helpful. “I forgive you,” she said, pulling herself up and off his softening dick.
He looked at her, his dark eyes swollen with so much need that he had no outlet to fulfill, and she slipped forward, pressing his face towards her pussy, full of his seed and swollen with frustrated need. She told herself she’d back off if he offered even the slightest hint of hesitation, but—oh God—instead, he leaned forward, straining at the cuffs again, but this time, he was licking urgently at her, devouring both of them, and she had thought she’d been miles away from coming, miles and ages, but he was making these urgent, desperate sounds as he devoured her, sucking her clit and doing his level best to fuck her with his tongue. She threaded her fingers through his for balance as she came, hard and urgent, no less desperate for the sharp need that washed through her. “Oh fuck,” she heard herself murmur, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck.”
It was something other than release, something other than pleasure. It was almost an epiphany, a sense of completion, of coming full circle. He didn’t stop as her pussy quivered, just kept fucking her with his tongue and teeth, and the pleasure stretched out like honey, through an almost endless rising and falling pleasure, wiping her out over and over, destroying her and remaking her as she cried out.
And then the moment crossed from pleasure to pain, and her body was tired and lax. She managed to un-cuff him as she slid down his body, and they curled up together on the bed, stroking each other softly and delicately as they both cried, broken hearted that the house was too quiet, too empty, and turned inside out and alone.
Zoey could feel the moment when the walls inside his heart slid shut again, closing down and shutting her both out and off. She tried not to let it sting any more than it had to. She’d known it was coming — or at least that it was likely to come again. She tried to cling to the moment they’d had. She had an idea that she was about to walk into a desert and that it might be a while before the next oasis.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rodriguez, Rodriguez, and Martin set up a meeting for Alex with the police the following morning. Both of them were still badly jet lagged, and Alex had barely spoken throughout the day. Zoey had tried to get him to let her take care of some of the funeral planning, but when she suggested it, he’d given her such a cold stare that she couldn’t think of anything to do other than nod and walk out of the room. The police asked a thousand questions, and the lawyers said, over and over, “You don’t have to answer that.” They did tell the police that Cindy Walden had come to them, given them information about her siblings, and suggested that she needed their help to keep herself and the remaining half-siblings safe.
Luke Pyramus nodded, his expression calmly reserved and neutrally listening. “Yes,” he said. “We’ve heard all of this. What I’m not understanding, though, is why you didn’t come to the police at that time. Three people were dead, after all, and you believed that you knew why they were being killed.”
Alex sighed and rubbed his temples. “I had no idea if it was true or not,” he said. “Cindy didn’t want to go to the police.”
“And what about you, Alex? We’ve been friends for a long time. Why didn’t you trust me?”
He looked at his old friend and tried to remember. He, Luke, and Leo had been a trio of hellions in school, causing trouble every chance they got. He’d gotten them out of trouble by invoking his father, Leo had gotten them out of trouble by spreading around his money, and Luke — Luke had gotten them out of trouble by being
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