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B oyd

As soon as we get back to Sarah’s hotel room, she goes live with her podcast.

I fix another drink, light a cigarette, and listen from the other bed while she rambles on excitedly about all the developments from the latest murder.

Including the exclusive I gave her. That makes her so excited she turns her laptop so I can see how many listeners she has.

I guess it’s an impressive number, considering that it didn’t look like many people listened to her last podcast.

It’s nice to hear the excitement in her lovely voice and watch her eyes flicker while she delves into all the intrigue. This is who Sarah is. I made her mine, but this is her in all her natural glory. It’s a beautiful sight, despite the fact someone died tonight.

I didn’t really know Lloyd Brennan’s kid.

He was too young to be around for anything serious.

The Brennan family runs a small territory on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

They keep to themselves and pay us our cut without causing any problems. I rarely interacted with them before I was Erica’s bodyguard, much less after my primary job was hanging around Emilio’s estate and escorting his wife to fancy brunches.

What is my job now? I’m not even sure. Nobody fucking called me.

The podcast seems to last forever. The ones I listened to didn’t last longer than an hour, but Sarah keeps going long after the hour mark passes. When it finally looks like she will wrap things up, I finish my drink and crush out my cigarette.

“I don’t know when my next podcast will be, but I’ll be back as soon as I have something new to share! Live from Las Vegas!” Sarah adjusts her air pods and smiles. “That’s all for now. As always, I’m your host Sarah Parker and these have been… your True Crime Minutes !”

Sarah ends the podcast, takes a deep breath, and reaches for her vape.

“You really enjoy that, don’t you?” I chuckle, watching the strawberries and cream roll off her lips.

“Yeah,” she admits. “I mean, obviously it’s a tragedy that Liam Brennan got murdered. He was just an innocent kid.”

“I guess this means you won’t need all those old stories,” I say sarcastically. “You’ve got plenty of content now that your favorite serial killer is back.”

“I’m sure I’ll need them in the future,” she says, taking a puff of her vape. “But did you see how many listeners I had? Every true crime blog will be pointing people to my podcast by this time tomorrow. There are already a dozen posts about it on Reddit.”

“Mm,” I say, not really understanding much about it. “Is that how your podcast got popular before? Blogs and whatnot?”

“Sorta,” Sarah says. “I was still pretty new to podcasting back then, but I covered the first two murders in Chicago and was one of the first podcasters to suggest it could be a serial killer. People remembered that, and by the fourth murder, everyone was listening to me. And I didn’t even really have any exclusives back then.

I just got lucky because my podcast was heavily focused on Mafia true crime.

Now there’s a million podcasts like mine thanks to the Mafia Prince Killer. ”

“Well, none of them got the exclusive, did they?” I question.

“Nope.” Sarah gets up and walks over to me. “I have you to thank for that.”

“Yes, you do.” I grin and pull her into my lap. “Time to pay your debt for that exclusive. I know exactly what I want, too.”

I spin Sarah around, put her on the bed, and my lips are on hers in an instant.

She whimpers into my mouth, and I feast on the beautiful sound.

My hands pull at her clothes while she unbuttons my shirt.

My dick is hard in my pants before her hands make it that far, and I’m so eager, I shove them off.

“Don’t rip my bra off this time,” she whispers, her nails digging into my neck. “I only planned to stay a few days, so I didn’t bring that many.”

“I’ll buy you some more,” I promise, twisting the padded fabric until the clasps break. “I might rip off your panties, too. If you don’t take them off fast enough.”

“Oh, sweet mercy,” Sarah sighs, but she grinds herself against my erection, begging for more.

Sarah arches her back and lifts her hips so I can strip off her jeans. She slides her panties down quickly, so I spare them, and yank them the rest of the way off her gorgeous legs.

This beautiful girl has become my addiction, and I need another hit. I rub my fingers along her folds until I feel the wetness, then I guide my cock to it. She groans when I go inside her and it feels like her tight pussy cuts off the circulation in my dick, but I don’t care. I need more .

“Who do you think…” she groans into my ear. “Who do you think the Mafia Prince Killer might go after next?”

“If you talk about your damn podcast while I’m fucking you, I’m going to wear your ass out with my belt,” I threaten, a little more harshly than I should.

“Sorry,” she whispers.

If she can even think about her podcast right now, then I’m not doing my job well. I hold her close and drive my length into her tight little pussy hard enough to make sure the only thing on her mind is my big fat cock. No fucking distractions. No fucking podcast. Especially right now.

I love the way she feels. The way she smells.

The taste of strawberries and cream on her lips.

Everything about this gorgeous woman has captivated me.

And she’s mine. All fucking mine. If she needs me to help her get exclusives for her podcast, then I’m the man for the job.

Because she is my job now—the only one I care about.

If the Morandi family doesn’t need me, then I don’t need them. I just need Sarah.

In my arms. In my bed. Whimpering my name before she screams it.

I settle into a hard rhythm and pound myself into her. She can take it now. Her body welcomes me like a glove welcomes a hand.

The pressure builds up in my balls, but I fight against it. I don’t know how many I have left in me, even after a nap, but I intend to find out. I’ll fuck her until sunrise if I can. Even that won’t be long enough for me to get my fill. I’ll need a lifetime for that.

I feel her walls twitching and I can tell she’s close. Her breathing gets rapid. Her heart thumps against my chest so hard I can feel it.

“Don’t come yet,” I rasp into her ear. “Not until I give you permission.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whimpers. “It feels too good! Boyd!”

“No,” I snap, tangling my fingers into her hair and yanking until I hear a loud moan. “Not yet.”

I hammer my length into her while she teeters on the edge of an orgasm.

Her hips squirm and her breaths turn into ragged pants of pleasure.

The need is practically radiating from her body.

I feel it too, but I don’t want to give in.

I want to feel her sweet release while I unload inside her tight little pussy.

“Boyd, please,” she whines. “I can’t hold out much longer!”

“You won’t do it without permission,” I warn, lifting her off the bed until she’s straddling my hips so I can slam my cock deeper. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you? Say it.”

“Oh, sweet mercy!” she cries out, her body tensing up from the new angle. “I’m your good girl. I won’t come without permission… but please give me permission!”

“Permission denied,” I say, slapping her ass now that I have access.

“Oh, fuck!” Her entire body clenches and the tension surges straight into me. My cock throbs in anticipation, the head pulsating against her g-spot. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Sarah. You make me feel alive. Because you’re mine!”

“Yes, Boyd,” she whimpers. “I’m yours, but…”

“No!” I cut her off with a stinging slap that lands across both her cheeks. “Don’t ask for it. I’ll tell you when you can. Now isn’t the time to beg.”

I bounce Sarah on my cock, not giving her a chance to get a position of control while she’s straddling my hips.

Every time I feel her getting close, I light up her ass with the palm of my hand.

That keeps her on edge, so she doesn’t know if she can anticipate pain or pleasure next.

I make sure she gets plenty of both. So much that I’m covered in her delicious arousal and her pussy is permanently clenched on my throbbing cock.

“More, more, please, more,” she mewls into my ear.

I spank her again and guide her hips along my length. I’m not sure what she wants more of, so she gets both. Her sweet whimpers and gasps are music to my ears.

I keep going until I’m so close to an eruption I can’t hold back any longer. I fight against it for several thrusts before I finally give in and pull her ear close to my lips.

“Now you can come, my good girl,” I whisper.

“Thank you, thank you!” she cries out, then she goes off like a rocket.

I have to tighten my grip on her body to keep her from bouncing out of the bed. Her body rises and falls like an angel tasting heaven for a moment before I yank her back to hell so she can get what she truly craves.

Her sweet trembling walls tease me for a second before I unload with a grunt. After holding back as long as I did, I can’t even speak. I rasp, growl, and roar as I fill her with my seed.

One orgasm isn’t enough for her, so I keep thrusting. Over and over, her eyes light up with bliss while she milks more of my seed. Just when it feels like the pressure is gone, it builds again. I spin her around until we crash on the bed, and I start thrusting into her as hard as I can.

“Oh, sweet mercy! Boyd!” she screams.

The bed protests and I hear the splinters before the wood breaks beneath us. The mattress hits the flood with a thud, but I don’t miss a beat. I just keep fucking her, because nothing else matters except the need for one more release.

“Boyd… the bed…” she gasps.

“Don’t fucking worry about it,” I grind out. “Just be my good girl and come for me again.”

“Oh, fuck!” she squeals, then I feel her pussy spasming on my length again.

“What was it you asked for?” I mutter. “More? Well, now I want more—a lot more.”

I erupt for the second time and keep roughly driving myself into her like a beast who can’t get enough.

There’s no such thing as enough. Not with her.

There’s just a reprieve until the addiction demands another hit of her.

It’s a hunger that makes me starve while I’m feasting.

Makes me crave the next release, even while I’m emptying my balls in her tight little pussy.

“One more, Sarah,” I rasp. “Give me one more.”

“I-I…” she whispers, but her voice trails off when she clenches on me again. “One more!”

She comes so hard I have to hold her steady, so she doesn’t writhe out from under me. I press my weight down on her, hammer my cock into her orgasm, and roar as pleasure consumes me again. One final climax that leaves us both totally spent.

“Fuck,” I groan, collapsing on the bed and catching myself with my forearms so I don’t crush her.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “Fuck…”

I roll over and pull her into my arms.

She’s asleep before I even get my breathing under control.