was on fire, desperate for release.
After several long seconds, he pushed inside.
Relief rolled over me as he stretched my pussy open to fit his large cock. He groaned, and he kissed me. Then his warm lips ghosted over my jaw and down to my neck.
I shivered at the feel of his teeth as he gently nipped my collarbone.
“Ava,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful.”
He began to thrust, moving in and out of my body. He pushed his hand in between us, rubbing over my clit with his fingers as his cock pounded my pussy.
My back bowed, and my muscles tightened. Sparks danced behind my eyes. I forced my eyes open, so I could see his handsome face as he fucked me.
“So close,” I breathed.
“Come for me,” he said. “Now.”
I let go, and I crashed over the edge as my orgasm rolled through me. The feeling was bliss; I’d never had an orgasm this powerful. Of course, I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Tyler.
My climax went on for a long time. Tyler fucked me through it, with slow careful thrusts, watching my face as I slowly came down.
Once it was over, my body went lax against the bed. Every body part went limp for a few seconds.
Then I remembered, I had a gorgeous guy who’d just given me an amazing orgasm, who hadn’t come yet.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. I lifted my head to whisper in his ear. “I’m ready now for you to fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
I felt his cock pulse inside my pussy. “You sure?” he asked.
“I’m sure.”
He pulled out almost all the way, and pushed back in. He began to thrust hard and fast. “You feel so good,” he groaned.
“I want to feel you come too,” I said.
He thrust once more, and his body stilled.
I ran my hands over his muscled back, feeling the muscles contract as he began to come. He kissed me again as he found his release.
Once Tyler and I had cleaned up after we had sex, I didn’t stay in his bed. As good as it was, I didn’t think he’d wanted me to.
He’d cleaned me up, and kissed me on the cheek, and then he’d put his jeans on.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I need to finish a few things,” he’d said.
That was vague enough that I got the hint. He needed me out of his space. I didn’t want to leave him, but I wasn’t offended either.
I was his maid.
We’d already blurred the lines enough by sleeping together. The last thing he needed was to have his maid get attached to him and start demanding to sleep in his bed. I wanted to let him know that wasn’t going to be a problem.
I had enough complications of my own. I needed to keep my head clear, and stay focused on being his maid.
So I’d gotten up too, given him a quick peck on the cheek, and grabbed my own clothes off the floor. I’d even had to retrieve my bra from downstairs.
Over the last few days, I had started to wear a few of my normal outfits. They weren’t anything flashy, but they were the clothes I wore to work in Chicago when I didn’t have an interview. Tyler seemed to like them. He stared at the skinny jeans for several minutes, and he’d liked tonight’s flowy pants too.
Back in my room, I stretched across my bed. In the previous nights, I’d worked to compile all my notes into a chronological list so I’d be ready to hand over the evidence.
But tonight my focus shifted. I needed to find the best way to blend in here in town.
At this point, my survival was tied to being able to stay hidden here in Pine Hills. There was no way for me to return to Chicago, not yet. Maybe not ever. The thought of never seeing my home again pained me, but I wanted to live more than I wanted to return to Illinois.
Part of me thought it would be best to remain isolated in Tyler’s house as much as possible. But the other part of me realized that part of blending in was doing normal stuff, like getting to know people.
I needed to tell Tyler something about why I was in town.. It wasn’t fair for me to use his home as a safehouse without letting him know I was on the run.
Yes, he was a former Navy SEAL, as well as a sheriff, but I was still probably