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Undercovers 4: Guilty Pleasures
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UNDERCOVERS 4:
GUILTY PLEASURES
by Ruth D. Kerce
copyright © 2006, all rights reserved
Published by ChangelingPress.com
Artwork by Sahara Kelly
REVIEWS (7)
VIDEO
AWARDS (1)
Prologue
With eyes frozen wide, reflecting surprise and horror, her lifeless body dropped at his feet. Blood flowed out of her belly from the knife wound he’d inflicted. One deep plunge and a swift twist had done her in. “Stupid whore.”
He glanced around the deserted field. Too close to the prison for his liking. Even though pitch dark, and not a blade of grass moved, he felt uneasy about being spotted.
“Gotta get some distance.” He knelt down, pulled the knife from her stomach, and wiped the weapon clean on her uniform. Patting her pockets, he searched for the keys to her truck. She wouldn’t need them, nor would she be falling for any more inmates in the future.
He’d pegged the new prison guard as an easy mark the moment he saw her. New, inexperienced, soft. She’d felt sorry for him. He’d treated her special, saying just what she needed to hear, and he’d made certain the other prisoners treated her with respect. “Yeah, I put on the old charm,” he murmured. She’d fallen for him and ultimately helped in his escape.
On their way out of town, he’d told her to stop. He needed to take a leak, he’d said, then purposely took too long, knowing she’d come check on him. So easy. The tall grasses should hide her body until he was well away.
He pulled a set of keys from her inside jacket pocket. Success! He’d ditch the truck and find another vehicle as soon as he could. Some unfinished business needed tending to, then he’d get out of the state and disappear into the mountains. Maybe even sneak his way out of the country. He knew people with connections who would help him.
But first… “One more bitch to go.” He’d promised his brother, and he wasn’t about to go back on that promise.
He stripped the uniform off the guard to make her more difficult to identify and buy him some time, even though he knew the next bed check would take place at the prison soon, and they’d discover him gone. He needed to be smart and extra careful from here on out.
With barely a glance at the partially naked woman, he ambled over to the truck. Reaching beside the driver’s side seat, he grabbed her purse and took what he needed -- fifty-three bucks, all she’d brought, some candy, and her cell phone. He stuffed the items into his pockets. He’d ditch her truck down the next ravine he passed, then he’d toss her personal items and uniform in a dumpster at another location on the other side of town to make the cops think he was headed that way.
He slid into the driver’s seat, going over his plans. A smile spread across his face. Detective Renee Atkin. “Ah, yeah.” His cock stiffened. Thoughts of getting revenge on that cunt kept him warm at night. If given the chance, he might even take out her lover -- Detective Sam Hooper. Slice the man’s dick right off. The pig would never be “cocky” again. “Oh, I kill myself.” With a bark of laughter, he slapped his thigh. “A little torture of the both of them will definitely be good for my soul.”
Renee had killed his brother years ago during an arrest. After his last release from prison, he’d tried to kill her in her apartment, more than once. It hadn’t worked. The first time he’d barely gotten away after stabbing the bitch in the leg, the second… if not for her damn cat digging its claws into his balls, he’d have gotten away then, too. If he ever got his hands on that pussy…
This time he wouldn’t fail.
The engine roared to life. He pulled into the field to circle back around. The truck jerked, then shook, rising and falling over a mound on the ground. “Oops. I think I just ran over that ugly whore.” He checked the rearview mirror. “Good. The grass is still covering the area fairly well. I can’t even see her. She must be squished down pretty far.” What a rush! Taking someone’s life was even better than sex.
“How’d I do, bro?” he asked his long-dead brother, whose voice he still heard in his head on a daily basis. The prison psychiatrist had diagnosed him as delusional, but he knew better. At least he never spent any time alone.
“I’ll make you proud.”
Chapter One
Renee rinsed the conditioner from her hair as she enjoyed the hot, leisurely shower. Her hands slid down her body, and she frowned. “I’m getting fat,” she muttered. Though her fiancé denied it the last time she’d complained, she knew the truth. Okay, so she showed baby-fat, not fat-fat. Still, it seemed too soon for her to be showing at all.
The thought of waddling down the aisle at their wedding entered her head. How depressing! Maybe she could convince him to elope. “Nah, won’t work.” Everyone at the police department would protest and never let them forget their decision if they did that. This wedding was too well anticipated.
Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when the door to the shower stall clicked open and one very naked and very sexy man stepped inside. His searing green eyes raked her body, causing her pulse to race. He knew just how he affected her too, the big stud. He smiled and dragged a hand through his hair. A chestnut-colored curl fell onto his forehead. So handsome. She could look at him forever. “I’d almost given up on you, Sam.”
“Sorry. Captain Pentel called to brief me on --”
“Stop.” She covered his mouth, then slid her fingers down to play across his muscular chest. She tugged at the swirls of dark hair, amazed at how silky it felt. “Can we not talk shop right now? Please.”
With a slight nod, he stroked her cheek. “Sorry. That’s fine with me. I can think of more pleasant topics.” Gently turning her, he slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.
She leaned back against his chest and sighed. She felt so safe in his arms.
“How about a nice, hard fuck, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear.
A burst of laughter escaped her. She shook her head. “You don’t believe in being subtle, do you?”
“Subtlety is overrated. I like to get to the point. Saves time.” His tongue touched her ear, the tip tracing a slow path around the rim.
She shivered. “Do I still excite you like I used to, Sam? I’m not getting too big?” He’d been showing her more attention than ever, after getting over the shock of finding out about the pregnancy. But, somehow she felt his interest centered mostly around the child she carried. Okay, maybe that sounded stupid. She didn’t know anymore. Normally, she didn’t feel insecure like this. But lately… She mentally shook away her doubts, not sure what was wrong with her these days. Must be her hormones.
“Big? Damn, Renee. You’re not even showing yet.”
“Truly?” Maybe she just felt overly sensitive about every bulge and ounce. Perfectly normal, given her condition, she supposed.
“Okay, maybe you’re showing a little.”
Argh. “Thanks.” She elbowed him in the ribs.
“Ow.” He chuckled. “No bigger than if you’d binged at a buffet.” He pulled her hips back against him. “I think you’re beautiful and your body is sexier than ever. Feel how much you excite me. Hmm?”
She wiggled against him. “Ooo, nice.” She’d always admired his large cock. It made her mouth water, even when flaccid. After suffering a penile fracture, not long ago, because of their rough lovemaking, she’d worried that his cock would never be the same, that Sam would never be the same. He’d had to coax her into resuming their previous, vigorous sex life, because she’d felt so badly about what happened and had become overly cautious whenever they fucked. Thankfully, he’d helped her get past the fear, and now, it was as if the accident had never happened.
His fingers plucked at her nipples. He kissed her neck and nudged her feet wider. “You smell like sex. I love that soap. Makes me want to lick you all over.”
At the image his words invoked, she trembled. Sometimes he said the nicest things to her. “I can’t get enough of you, Sam.” The truth of those words hit her hard. She thought about him constantly, probably more than was good for her. Though a cop herself, fear for his safety remained constant in her mind. She never expected to feel so connected to a man that she’d literally ache for him, emotionally and physically. She reached behind her and fingered his cock.
Sam inhaled sharply. “Oh, yeah.” With one hand at her waist, and his other hand at the back of her neck, he pushed her forward.
Her heart pounded heavily. She supported herself by placing her palms against the tiles in front of her. Warm water splashed across her back. “I need you, Sam. Do it.”
Slowly, he slid his cock inside her from behind.
“Yes!” Long and extra thick, his shaft filled her completely, like he was custom- made for pleasuring her body. “Ah!”
He pushed all the way inside, then stopped and simply held her close. “Do you have any idea how much I love you, Renee?”
Sam. His words warmed her heart and were exactly what she needed to hear right now. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his love for her in his eyes. She knew she’d worried over nothing, for she could tell he hadn’t just said the words. He’d meant them. “Show me, Sam. Make love to me.”
“Oh, yeah, my love.” The intensity in his eyes grew, and he stroked her back. “I’m going to fuck you real good.”
She chuckled. So much for flowery words and sentiment. Even though he could be sweet when he wanted, he still needed work on his sensitive and romantic side. But she loved the big guy, more than she’d ever expected to love any man. When he began thrusting hard, all her thoughts dissipated and she simply concentrated on the pleasure he gave her.
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Sam’s pulse raced, the blood rushing through his veins. He pumped his hips, giving Renee what she wanted. And what he wanted, too.
Love, need, desire, and fear for her rolled through him. He needed to tell her what he’d found out. Soon. But, for now, he desperately wanted this time with her. To feel her love. To fill her with his love.
His fingers curled around her hips and he fucked her faster. “Yeah!” Her pussy gripped his cock as if it never intended to let him go. No other woman had ever made him feel so centered, so complete. Only Renee.
“Sam! Harder!”
Thrusting harder, he delivered several powerful strokes. He pulled his cock halfway out of her and smacked her ass. His bare hand contacting her wet skin echoed like a sharp crack in the shower stall.
Renee moaned and wiggled her butt. “Oh, again, Sam. Spank me.”
Sam swallowed past the lump in his throat. She loved getting spanked, and he enjoyed indulging her in that pleasure as much and as often as she wanted. After acting the tough cop all day, she liked the feeling of complete submission, she’d told him. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d handcuffed her to the bed on her stomach and smacked her ass until it turned a nice deep pink, then fucked her vigorously from behind.
She moaned and began to tremble.
“Oh, yeah.” His palm slapped her again, the opposite cheek this time. Her skin flushed a light pink. He pushed his cock a little deeper.
“Yes, Sam!”
With a soft touch, he leaned over her and cupped her large breasts. He massaged them lightly, aching to suck her plump nipples into his mouth, aching more to watch her suck her own nipples. Until Renee, he’d never gone out with a woman who could do that. The sight drove him crazy. He pushed his cock all the way inside her, thrusting slower and easier now, until she moaned his name. Wanting to encourage her, he raised one breast toward her lips. “Suck it, Renee. Let me see you do it.”
With his help, she drew the bud into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked on the fleshy nub, drawing in her cheeks.
“That is so fucking sexy.” His hand slid down her stomach, and his fingers tangled in her pussy hair. He slipped one finger inside her to slowly circle her clit.
Renee moaned, releasing her breast.
Sam almost moaned too, in disappointment. “What’s it feel like to suck your own nipple?” he whispered against her ear.
She turned her head and kissed him. Their tongues played and licked. “Not as good as sucking your cock,” she whispered. “I think you just like the image of a woman’s mouth on my breast. Ever thought about a threesome?”
With a groan, he moved his hips faster. “Don’t torture me, Renee.” He thrust his cock almost roughly into her pussy, needing to come, to feel himself release inside her.
“I hear that pretty, little blonde rookie is into group sex, according to some of the guys in Vice.”
“Damn it, Renee.” He knew she wasn’t serious about the blonde, but the image of the woman sucking her nipple while he fucked Renee’s pussy, drove him wild. He pistoned his cock into her, trying to get deeper.
“Oh, that feels so good, Sam.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he brought her body up against his as he straightened. She was ready. He felt her pussy quivering. “Come for me. Right now, Renee!” He tugged on her nipples.
“Ohh!” As the climax overtook her, her body shook. She wiggled and moaned in his arms. “Sam!” Her pussy contracted around his dick.
“Ah…” Thoughts of how perfectly her cunt gloved his dick filled him with pleasure. His tongue traced her ear. “Again.” He thrust hard.
“Yes. Again,” she repeated in a breathy voice. When he plunged into her, she trembled longer and much more intensely this time. “Yes! Keep fucking me, Sam!”
He loved how she came practically on command, and how she never seemed to get enough. Their bodies were so in tune with each other that he could tell exactly when she was ready to orgasm. Pumping her pussy with short, fast strokes, he did his best to hold out as long as possible.
“Oh, Sam!”
Renee’s pussy squeezed his cock over and over. Unable to hold back any longer, he toppled past that precarious edge of control. He came. Hard. “Fuck!” As he pulled roughly on her nipples, her muscles clenched him even tighter. “Damn, Renee!” The pleasure raced through him. “Yeah!”
“Oh, Sam!” She came again, right along with him this time, and screeched his name. “Sam! Oh… my… oh!”
“Ah!” He felt more animal than man, his thoughts on how incredibly strong he was coming. “Squeeze my dick!” His groan echoed loud and deep in the shower stall. “Yes!” Her pussy milked every last ounce of cum out of him.
After long moments of sinful pleasure, they both slowly returned to normal. Sam braced his hand against the tile, keeping one arm around Renee. He held them both steady.
Renee shut off the now only lukewarm water. “Sometimes I can’t believe how good we are together,” she told him in a breathless voice.
He nodded, but couldn’t manage much else. Nuzzling her softly, he kissed her neck, then opened the shower door. After they dried off, he needed to lie down and sleep. And he wanted Renee lying with him, safely in his arms.
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