Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

reminding myself, but I knew I was lying. I’m a trained investigator, I can spot a lie from a mile away, even if it’s mine.
    He watched me, practically drooling as I pushed his boxers down to join his pants, my palms smoothing the way down his long muscular legs. Damn, he felt good.
    I knelt in front of him and licked my lips. He was mesmerized, his eyes bugging out of his head as he watched me. I breathed on the head of his cock, and it jerked upward, almost slapping his belly. It was glistening with a few drops that leaked from the tip.
    Fuck, I wanted to taste him. I stuck out my tongue, and he stopped breathing, holding completely still.
    Less than an inch away, I stopped and said, “Give me a fact to go on. If you tell me something, I won’t tease you any more. Who sent her to you?”
    “Her father… I owed him a favor,” he groaned, as if the information was wrenched from him against his will.
    “That’s a good boy,” I crooned encouragingly. I hated to spoil the mood, but I had to ask. “Did you ever date her?”
    “No, never. I never would,” he babbled, watching my mouth.
    “You never go out with women?” I asked mockingly. A guy like him pretending to be straight? It didn’t add up.
    “Her father—he put the word out—dangerous if he found out—a guy made her unhappy—” he puffed.
    “Ever send her flowers?”
    “Flowers?” he echoed vaguely, as if he’d never heard of them.
    I couldn’t torture him any longer. Believe me, I’d been there. It might not be fair to elicit information this way, and it sure as hell 90

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    wouldn’t stand up in court as a method of interrogation, but it works.
    He’d told me all he could, I knew that. And now it was time to give him his reward. And me. I was suffering as much as he was, but my pants were baggier, and no one had their hand on me. As far as he knew, I was completely calm and collected.
    I licked over the head of his cock and closed my eyes in turn. I know some people find it bitter or salty, but to me, the first taste of a man who is hot and horny is like heaven. Just knowing he was hard for me, that I’d made him that way, it was headier than any booze could ever be. I never needed a speak to get my groove on. This was all I needed to drink.
    Jazz’s music wailed softly in my ears in counterpoint to the beating of my heart as I licked Mr. Big’s cock, all hard and long and thick. I licked down one side and up the other. I knew the featherlight touch of my tongue was driving him crazy as his hips vibrated, tiny short thrusts as he struggled to control himself.
    I moaned when I took his cock in my mouth. There’s something about the heavy weight of a cock on my tongue, the shape, the soft silky skin covering the hard manly strength of it that satisfies me like nothing else can. It’s pure happiness to get a man hard, get him where he’ll do anything to get off, to wield that kind of power over him. His face contorted with ecstasy, his teeth clenched but his lips standing out as if waiting for a kiss as I looked up at him, softly stroking his shaft with one hand as I sucked lightly on the head. I flattened the swollen vein under the ridge and let up to feel it fill again. He was throbbing, he was so hard, the tip drooling more of his fluid as I sucked.
    “Oh yeah… oh fuck yeah,” he sighed in satisfaction, his eyes half-closed in a daze of lust.
    I nibbled down the side of his shaft, my touch delicate but with enough of a nip to keep him on his toes. He moaned, and I could tell he liked the danger of feeling my teeth on his erection. I worked him with my hand, varying the stroke and pressure, keeping him panting and moaning with suspense. And he wasn’t the only one. It was an honor to have the opportunity to worship such a fine cock with my mouth, caressing him with my lips and letting my tongue get to know him.
    Just as his hips started snapping faster, I swallowed his cock, Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    letting my throat relax as he drove into my mouth. I can only do that once or twice, but I’ve found if you do it suddenly the first time, the guy you’re blowing will think you’re keeping on with it.
    I think it was the idea of it that got him so hot, because I let him pull out almost immediately. He kept thrusting, but I controlled how much I took in.
    I snuck a hand lower and caressed his balls. Tight they were, tight and full. He was needy all right, tossing his head