Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

on the wall and moaning like there was no one else in the club. I worked him until I felt his balls tighten up even more and his cock swelled in my mouth. I pulled off and blew on him, the air cooling my spit.
    He begged. “Please… please… let me come… make me come…
    please….”
    I stopped his hands heading for his dick. “What’s her father’s name?” I gasped out. Maybe I was a little excited myself.
    “Please… please,” he pleaded desperately. His body was trembling so violently, he couldn’t free himself from my grip. “Can’t tell… you… that,” he burst out.
    “Who told you to hire her?”
    “Mr.—Mr. X…. Now please… ah… holy… fucking… he—” He stopped talking when I took his cock in my mouth again. It qualifies as torture when you’re getting someone off and you work them up and stop right when they’re about to come, and I could see I had gotten all I was going to out of him. Except for that. Yeah, I’m pretty smug about it.
    I toyed with him a little more, licking him lightly and holding one hip so he couldn’t strangle me by fucking my throat. Finally I had mercy and sucked him the right way, jacking him at the same time with my hand.
    His movements were frenzied now, his hips quivering as he drove forward in search of his release. The first shot was so explosive I never even tasted it, but I savored the next blasts. Bitter and salty, the flavor of a man, a beautiful man. And all for me.
    I would have liked to hold him as he shuddered through the 92

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    aftermath of his climax, but that could have led somewhere I wasn’t willing to go. I stood up in one smooth move. For the first time, I took his lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on me. He responded weakly, trying to hold me, but I took control of the kiss, driving deep into his mouth like he’d just done to me.
    I’d conquered him completely, making him come and getting the answers I needed. Now it was time to leave. I looked back at him, beautiful and dazed as he leaned against the wall, spent, with his cock limp and his pants around his ankles.
    One thing I’ve learned over time: a man who’s just had his brain sucked out through his cock won’t chase you if you leave quick enough. Especially if you leave his pants around his ankles.
    I paused outside his door, straightening my clothes and wiping my mouth. I wouldn’t have minded wearing his cum home, but I was working, and I had my pride. I walked quickly through the club, retrieving my hat and making it to the front door unmolested. I thought Jazz was looking after me, but I couldn’t be sure, and I wanted out before Mr. Big got his pants zipped up.
    The door closed behind me, and I left the smoky atmosphere for the crisp cool air outside. The moon was a shining silver disc in the midnight blue sky.
    I took a deep breath to calm myself and headed for my car. It was too late tonight to chase down the clues I’d been given. And besides, I had something to take care of.
    I put a few miles between me and the club, a fair distance. I kept an eye out, but I wasn’t being tailed.
    The scene at the club had been brutal but necessary. Sometimes people don’t want to talk and they have to be cajoled. I wondered what Mr. Big thought about it now that he’d had time to calm down. One thing was sure: I’d have to watch my back for a while. Powerful men don’t get to that rung of the ladder without a streak of ruthlessness in them, and he would want revenge.
    I could argue that he could have shaken loose from me at any time, but it’s not so easy if the thing you’ve been denying is suddenly on their knees in front of you.

    Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    If he could have felt the state of my aching dick though, he might have thought we were even. The urgency was off, no one was following me, and I needed some relief. I was so hard I was having trouble deciding which stick shift to grab. I pulled into a dark alley and got out, unzipping my pants. I pictured Mr. Big, no, Mr. Beautiful, as he leaned against the wall, gasping and hot for me, and relived the feel of his cock in my mouth as I stroked mine slowly. I tried to prolong it, but all I could see was that beautiful piece of meat of his, standing up for me, full and hard and bursting with seed.
    I was panting as if I’d run a mile as I jacked my dick, watching the splatter of my cum hit the brick wall in front of me,