Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Permission to approach?” the lawyer said before walking up to the judge, followed by the Assistant District Attorney.
After what felt like an eternity, the men returned, and the lawyer nodded at Devlynn. A look of relief washed over her face.
“Care to clue me in?” I asked, slightly annoyed at his dismissal.
“The case is about to be dismissed. You’re lucky, kid.”
“Mr. Brooks, I suggest you refrain from gracing the city’s buildings with your so-called art in the future. Please use a store-bought canvas. The DA and the defendant’s counsel have come to an agreement, and there is no need to waste any more of the taxpayers' dollars. This case is dismissed.”
“That’s it?” I asked my lawyer in complete shock.
“Yes.”
“I don’t get community service or anything?”
“The Prices are pretty powerful,” he said before shaking Devlynn’s hand and walking away.
“Thank God that’s over with,” Devlynn said, tugging my hand and lacing her fingers through mine.
I shook her hand away, needing a little room to breathe. I couldn’t help noticing the hurt look in her eyes before she averted them. I was an ass.
I moved closer and grabbed her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asked once we were outside, the cool air enveloping us.
“I’m not mad. There isn’t anything to be mad about. It’s just hard, you know? For the past five years, I’ve been against people like you—rich, privileged, and above the law—and here I am, bailed out by one and only you.”
“What’s so bad about me?” she asked, her bottom lip quivering a little. I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or her trying to control the tears forming in her eyes.
“Nothing,” I said, pulling Devlynn beside me and kissing the top of her head. “I just can’t have you bailing me out. This way of life doesn’t work for me.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. What—painting some stupid building in the city? Brooks, what kind of justice would it be if your future got ruined because a bunch of rich people didn’t want to face their hypocrisy and privilege? In the grand scheme, that isn’t worth any kind of real punishment.”
“So let’s celebrate.”
“What are you thinking?”
“How about we head to your place, and I can show you.” I winked at her.
As soon as the apartment doors closed, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. I was desperate—a man starved and out of my mind. She was everything, and she was with me, saving my ass and showing up when I least expected it.
She wasn’t a dream, stalking me at night. She was there, flesh and blood, in my arms. Her lips touching mine, her hands roaming my body wildly like I was touching hers. My Devlynn. Mine. Always and forever.
“I’ve dreamed about you every fucking night. Longed for you every fucking day. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone.
She shivered, and a sweet sigh escaped her mouth. I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her to me, and pulled the nude bra off her body. Her tits were fucking fantastic, ample and soft, and I buried my face in them, inhaling. Desperate to taste her, my tongue flicked out of its own accord. My hand trailed to the button of her pants, and I undid them. I pushed past her panties to her sweet cunt, swirling my finger in her wetness.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked as I drenched my finger in her sweet cum before bringing it to her cherry-red lips. “Open up,” I demanded.
With her eyes closed, she opened her mouth and sucked, licking her wetness off my finger.
“Look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes, and her hesitancy was endearing.
“Does that sweet pussy juice taste good?”
She nodded, her eyes lit up with need and desire, her breathing ragged and desperate.
“Do you want me to taste that pussy?” I asked, needing her to let go but wanting to show her I could be gentle. That it didn’t always have to be rough. That, this time, sweet and dirty was on the menu.
She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. I wanted to hear the filth from her mouth, the filth I knew she was capable of when the two of us were alone in bed without the pressures of the rest of the world on her.
I dipped my head and met her lips, kissing her softly. I looked up at her, making sure she kept eye contact, and slowly thumbed her nipple. A perfect handful with a berry-pink nipple that begged to be sucked.
I slowly moved my hands down her torso, enjoying the hourglass I’d dreamt about so many times. When I heard her inhale, my cock sprang to attention again. I went down on my knees, and like an animal, I brought my face close to her center and inhaled.