Your Favourite Crime

23

Adriana

"Shhh, baby."

It's pretty hard to be quiet. He's acting like he isn't rearranging my guts.

"Damien," I whimper

"This what you wanted, baby? This the attention you wanted from me?" Damien asks, his hand brushing my cheek.

I nod my head, my hands gripping his back.

"Give me a kiss," His face is hovering over mine, sweat trickles down the side. He continues to thrust in and out, rapidly.

I can't kiss him. I'm catching my breath, breathing heavily.

"Kiss me, baby," his forehead connects with mine, I can catch a glimpse of his smirk before my eyes roll back.

cocky mother fucker. He knows he has me.

His head dips and he starts leaving wet kisses on my neck. My hands come up to his hair and nape of his neck.

"Damien, please," I whisper in his ear

I can feel his dick everywhere inside me. rubbing my walls and filling me with pleasure.

He groans and my plead before thrusting faster and harder.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me what only I could do to you," he whispers, raising up on one hand, the other hand rubbing my clit.

"So gorgeous," he kisses my sweat covered forehead.

My legs lock around his waist has I feel my orgasm coming.

"That's it," My legs shake as I cum.

I pulse around Damien as my back arches up. He groans as I squeeze and let go.

"You're gonna make me cum," He rasps

I look up at him and watch as he bites his lip, looking over my body. His eyes full of lust as they make their way up to mine.

When we make eye contact, that's when I feel him twitch inside me.

"Shit," Damien grips my waist, slamming inside me as he spills into the condom.

Not even a second after, both of our phones start ringing.

Damien reaches over and grabs them, handing mine to me.

"Carvelli."

"Nelson."

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"What are you doing?"

"Checking all witness reports," I answer

We've been called out to a hit an run accident that killed 4. With nighttime accidents, there's not many witnesses.

Maybe a truck driver or two and a few drivers heading home from a late shift or even to a late shift.

I'm working with 10 witness reports.

"What do you have?" Damien asks

"All say it looks like it was targeted or even purposeful. one though... says it was a white sedan but the rest say black. And the other car is clearly red. So how the fuck do you get white from black?" I furrow my eyebrows

Damien laughs as he stands outside my cruiser.

"Well we need to get this area before the morning rush," Damien says

We're on highway 400, in between highway 7 and 407. These highways get busy. Bringing in everyone northwest of the city. And it carry's out all the workers heading north to the factories.