Page 12 of Guilty As Charged (Love and Lawyers #3)
Chapter Twelve
SPENCER
“I t’s too bad Delphine doesn’t have a sidekick,” I say as we walk into the convention center.
Glancing over at Abbie, my chest swells with pride.
She’s kitted out from head to toe in her Delphine costume and looks like a fucking badass.
Other things on my body are swelling too, but in these tights, I need to get control of myself.
“Maybe I’ll draw one for her.” She turns to face me and looks me up and down slowly. “But I can say for certain the Superman vibe really suits you.” She shakes her head and sighs. “The girlies are going to eat you alive.”
“I won’t have time to worry about that.” I glare at the man walking past us that nearly breaks his neck to get a look at Abbie’s ass. “I’ll be too busy punching faces.”
She makes a sound that’s pretty damn close to a moan as she moves right up against me. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Goddamn it.” I look around the room as I grit my teeth. “I knew we should have done it one more time before we left.”
“You always get so grumpy when you’re turned on.” She starts to giggle, but it’s cut off quickly when I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. “I don’t think this is how Superman treated Lois Lane.”
“He would if Lois Lane had a pussy as tight as yours.”
“Spencer!” She tries to smack my ass, but my cape is in the way. Plus, I’m not sure she could reach it from my shoulder.
There’s a coat check near the entrance that’s completely empty, and I stalk over to it. When I get there, I peek inside and see that everyone has already gone into the main event.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be in there.”
I put Abbie on her feet as I kick the door closed and lock it for good measure. “Well, I need to be in you first.” The cutest blush hits her cheeks as I lift her onto the nearby table. “Don’t worry, I’ll be faster than a speeding bullet.”
“More powerful than a locomotive?” she teases as I spread her legs.
“Exactly.” I yank her to the edge of the table as I get on my knees, and her tiny skirt has already ridden up. She’s got on something she called boy-shorts underneath it, but I tug them down her thighs so she’s bare. “Just let me eat your pussy real quick and then we can go.”
“If you insist.” Her laugh turns into a moan as soon as I bury my face against her cunt.
I’m addicted to this. To the way she tastes, the feel of her clit on my tongue, the sounds she makes when she cums in my mouth.
I’ve never needed anything as much as I need to eat her pussy.
I’ve done it three times already today, and I know as soon as we walk out of this room, I’m going to want to do it again.
I think I could live my life with my face between her thighs, but I’m not sure how that would work in a courtroom. I’m still workshopping ideas.
“Do that thing with—” She gasps and then rocks her hips forward. “That’s it, right there.”
I’ve already solved the puzzle on how fast I can make her cum; I just like doing it so much I take my time. I love getting her to the edge and then pulling back, but right now we’re crunched for time.
“Spencer!” Her fingers grip my hair as she starts to cum, and I help her drag it out.
Licking her slow and steady, one orgasm turns into two, and all thoughts of the convention have left my brain. Now the only mission I have is to get a third.
“Inside me,” Abbie moans. “I want the next one with you inside me.”
I’m always going to do what she says, even if I’m reluctant to stop eating her pussy. When I stand up, my cock is jutting out of my Superman tights at an obscene angle.
“Maybe this wasn’t the best costume with children present.”
Abbie looks at me with hungry eyes as she pushes down the front of my tights and takes my cock out. “I think the glazed donut I left on your face might be the real problem.”
She guides my cock to her opening, and the feel of her cunt on my cock is heaven. “I love fucking you raw,” I grunt as I thrust all the way inside. “Nothing between us, nothing keeping my cum out of you.”
“Don’t stop.” Abbie is clinging to me so tightly I lift her off the table and pin her to the wall.
I’m hammering into her harder and harder as my cock swells with need. “I love how your little pussy squeezes every time I talk about cumming.” Her needy whimper is music to my ears as I grind against her clit. “I love how pretty you are on my cock.”
What I really want to tell her is I love you , but I’ve got it all planned out, and I want it to be special. Abbie deserves to be treated like a queen, and I’m determined to give it to her. So until then, it’s dirty talk since that’s as close as I can get.
She pulls me in for a kiss and moans. She loves kissing me after I’ve gone down on her, and I couldn’t agree more. I wish I could somehow be inside of her and licking her pussy at the same time, but I’ll take this instead.
“I’m-I’m-I’m-”
“Cumming,” I finish for her, and she does exactly that. At first it’s a soft moan, but when the climax hits her, she screams with pleasure.
We’ve been alone for so many days that I haven’t really thought about how loud we are when we’ve made love. The house has been empty, so we get to be as loud as we want, but here in this small space where anyone walking by could hear us is not ideal.
The good thing is, my own orgasm is bearing down on me so I don’t give a shit. I thrust hard one last time and groan with pleasure. My cock pulses as I pump cum in her pussy and cling to her as tightly as possible.
“Fuck, I needed that.” I’m panting as I bury my face in her neck and then lick the beads of sweat off her.
“You said that in the garage before we left the house.” Abbie giggles but makes no move to pull away.
“When this is over, I’m not letting you out of bed,” I say, and this time when we kiss, it’s tender and slow.
“Deal,” she agrees when I pull back. “Think you can walk out there without making men feel inferior?”
“What?” I’m confused until she glances down at my cock that’s still hard and buried inside her. “Oh, yeah, let me get this under control.”
It takes me longer than necessary to get my cock to go down, but I have to force myself not to look at Abbie, and then I have to tell her not to look at me.
We laugh through most of it, and I can’t help but think how much I love everything about her.
When I’m with Abbie, I can be silly and fun because she brings out the best in me.
I’m happier, lighter, and a better man because of her.
And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving her.