“Mrs. Combs. She’s very ill, and I wish I could do more to help her.”
Bringing her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it before placing it on the wall. Then he went back to massaging her waist. “Zoey, you can’t keep separating yourself from me and your friends to protect them. The only one you’re keeping happy is the stalker.”
“What if he hurts you, or Penni, or Grace? I couldn’t bear anyone getting hurt again because of me.”
“Do you think your father killed your sister and stepmother because of you?”
“He wouldn’t leave without me. If I had just packed faster, or if I hadn’t argued back that I didn’t want to go with him, maybe he wouldn’t have killed them.”
“Zoey, your father didn’t care about anyone but himself.”
“He loved me… He used to say he loved me to death. It’s what killed him.”
She gave a strangled cry when he successfully found the goal he had been searching for, rubbing the sweet flesh between her thighs.
Stump stared down at her beautiful profile as he stroked her clit. “He died because he was a son of a bitch. I had a friend check your father out, Zoey. He was one step away from being wanted in each state. There was nowhere else he could hide. The Internet was making it impossible for him to hide his victims. Some of them had set up websites exposing him and how he had cheated them. He used you to lure his victims. Then, once he had their money, he would leave them desolate.”
“I tried to warn them. They thought I was just being rebellious because they were with him. One even said that I just wanted to keep him to myself.” She wiggled her hips when his finger reached her opening. “We need to stop! Someone will see!”
“I’ll stop.” Removing his finger, he turned her to face him.
She gave a cry of fear when he then lifted her onto the smooth surface of the concrete wall, sitting her on top with her back to the city below. “Stump….”
“Hang on with both hands.” Grinning wickedly, he went to his knees, setting her thighs on his shoulders.
“Someone could come out and see!”
“No one else is going to come out that door. The owner uses it to impress his dates.”
He licked the length of her thigh, feeling her silky skin tremble underneath his touch. He then moved the crotch of her panties aside, exposing the beauty within, before he delved between her pussy lips, teasing the swollen nub before sucking it into his mouth.
“This is too dangerous. I could fall.”
“You’re not going to fall. I won’t let you. Trust me.”
“But….”
“Trust me, Zoey.”
He watched her clutch the wall with a death grip as he released her clit, stroking the ribbon of flesh toward her opening. Driving his tongue inward, he heard her whimper of fear before she gasped in pleasure.
He flicked his tongue in and out of her as he used his thumb to rub her clit, alternating speeds to build her desire. He made sure to keep her weight balanced on his shoulders so she had no chance of tumbling over as he worked her pussy with a rhythm that a more experienced woman wouldn’t be able to resist, much less one as innocent as Zoey.
She was like a flower that, every time he touched her, budded.
She trembled, unable to resist his strokes. Then he felt her climaxing on his tongue.
Standing in one swift motion, he lowered her legs to wrap them around his waist as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. With one hand, he flipped it open to remove a condom while using his other hand to unzip his jeans.
“Hang on to me,” he managed to grunt out.
She clasped his shoulders in tight fists as he slid the condom on then deftly immersed his cock in her wet warmth. He moved his hands to her twisting locks that were held back by the leather ties in her hair. Plunging deeply, he gently removed the leather headband.
“Can I have it?”
“Yes.” Whimpering, she reached out to pull his lips down to hers.
He plundered her pussy with no regard that it was only the second time he had fucked her. He was determined to send the small flame that had almost been put out to flicker back to life again.
Zoey arched like the dove he likened her to when her spasms of another climax struck her. He sped up, not about to be left behind.
“Can I have it?” he asked huskily. “You already have mine.”
“Have what?” Zoey brushed a lock of hair from her face.
“Your heart.”
“You already have it.”
“Then trust that I can take care of us both. Let go.”
She looked over her shoulder at the height that they stood dangerously close to. Fear came to her frightened gaze as she gripped him harder before releasing him suddenly and placing her trust completely in his hands.