When I made it to Riley's, I pounded on the door, not caring how loud I was being.
I knew Sam Peterson was inside; his car was parked in her driveway.
I also knew it was Riley who made that call to my girl last night.
I didn't care if she was a woman. I'd bury her right along with the Mayor and Sam Peterson.
I had called the number back on the phone, and when she picked up, I recognized her voice. I just hung up, and another thing clicked into place.
I wasn't going to have it out with her on the phone.
No, I wanted to do it in person so she and Sam Peterson could see how much I wasn't messing around.
That I wasn't playing games.
When she answered the door, her face showed surprise, but it quickly turned to what I thought was supposed to be seductive.
She pouted her lips and let her robe fall open, revealing she only had on underwear. I glanced past her to see Sam Peterson sitting on the sofa, not even looking this way, his eyes on the TV.
Who the hell would let their woman answer the door after midnight dressed like that? "Cover yourself. You have nothing I'm interested in seeing."
Sam Peterson jumped off the sofa after hearing my voice.
I could tell he was about to say something, but I cut him off.
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but if either of you do anything else to hurt my woman, I will kill you.
I have a lot of land, and bodies are not difficult to conceal."
Riley took a step back, wrapping her robe around her tighter after hearing my warning.
Sam Peterson still stood there and wasn't getting the damn message.
"You can't—" I shot him a look, taking a step into the house, and he retreated, shutting his mouth. It was the smartest thing he'd done yet.
"My lawyer will be in contact with you tomorrow, Sam Peterson. Sheryl White and I require all paperwork concerning her family's estate and the will. I do not trust you, and if he discovers even one discrepancy, anything that indicates you and that scoundrel Mayor were involved in illicit activities, then you'd better hope Dan gets his hands on you before I do."
With that, I left.
No point arguing with him.
I didn't want to hear what he had to say because it didn't matter.
All that mattered was getting back to my girl, making her something to eat, and climbing back into bed with her before she woke up.
Dr. Davies Miller
She ground her vagina down on my face as I gripped her ass with both hands.
I held her tight so I didn't grab my penis and stroke myself as she took her pleasure from my face—something I was more than willing to give her.
"You enjoy your position, Wild Duchess?" I rubbed my beard against her willing cunt, which made her moan and push back into my face.
Damn, I loved how much more open she'd become over the last two weeks.
My cock wasn't so sure, because she always had him in a constant state of need.
I'd release one load inside her only to have her start trying to get another one out of him.
And right now he was begging to release one, but I wouldn't let him.
I wanted him deep inside her vagina before he got his.
I'd been filling her with every drop I could, trying to get my baby inside her as soon as possible.
I looked up as she rode my face, her hair falling all around her as she leaned forward to grip the headboard.
Her big breasts bounced with each slide back and forth across my face.
It made semen leak down the head of my thick length cock and drip down to my testicles.
A waste of good seed if you ask me, but I'll hold back the rest.
Gripping her hips, I halted her movements, sucking her clitoris into my mouth.
I was going to freaking ejaculate all over myself if I didn't get into her soon.
She jerked against my face as I sucked her orgasm from her body and drank it down my throat.
When the pulsing in her cunt stopped, I flipped her over and had her facedown on the bed. Using my knees to spread her legs, I thrust my thick cock home. To where it belongs.
"Dr. Davies Miller." She moaned my name, making a spurt of semen spill inside her. Damn. Not yet.
"You enjoy this? When I take control? Do whatever I want to this body now that it belongs to me?" I slid in, harder this time, my big monster touching her womb.
She grabbed the headboard tighter to help her little body brace for my thrusts.
She begged me for more and for me to to take her even harder. My dirty girl.
I dropped down further onto her, giving her some of my weight as I used my knees to spread her even wider. I wanted to be in her as deep as I could get.
My chest fully covered her back, and I grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head so I could put my teeth on her neck.
I bit and kissed her there, then worked my way to her shoulder.
I'd learned her favorite spots and what to say.
My little Sheryl White, my Wild Duchess loved when I talked intimately to her.
One night I was playing with her nipples, telling her all the things I was going to do to her, and she came without me so much as touching her tight cunt.
I spanked her ass for wasting an orgasm that my mouth or penis didn't get to taste.
Then I tied her to the bed while I cleaned it up with my mouth, and then made her give me two more to lick off her pretty cunt.
I didn't know a pussy could be so freaking pretty, but she proved me wrong.
"Say it," I grunted, as I thrust over and over into her tight cunt, making the headboard knock the wall, the smell of our sex filling the room. I'd have to fix that when we had kids.
Maybe just nail the thing to the wall because there's no way I'd ever stop fucking her pussy like this.
It was begging me for it, gripping onto my monster with each thrust like it was worried I'd leave it.
It should know by now I wouldn't leave it until it was overflowing with me, my semen dripping out of her, spilling onto the bed.
"Please, Dr. Davies Miller, release inside me. I need it." My fingers tightened in her hair. I could feel her try to lift her ass to meet my thrusts, but
I had her pinned beneath me as I pressed harder and deeper into her.