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spasms that I can’t control.
Willow sounds like she’s near tears when I pull out and let her relax onto her back. I drop to my knees, bending her legs and pushing her thighs onto her chest as I kneel between her legs. I spread them as wide as they will go and I feast on her sopping pussy. As I tongue her folds and suck on her clit, I fuck her ass with the bottle, turning it again and again until she can’t take it for another second. I know the instant she loses it. She comes so hard it spurts against my tongue and runs down my chin, causing more semen to shoot from the head of my cock, my abs contracting like I’ve been punched in the gut.
My breath is heavy and loud in the silence of the room. My palm feels sticky as I move my fingers up and down my cock, wishing more than ever that Willow was really here and that I wouldn’t be confined to fantasy for the rest of my days.
But she’s not.
It was just another illusion. Just another dream that will probably never come true.
SEVENTEEN- WILLOW
I’ve left Ebon a dozen messages, called his phone two dozen times. I get no answer. I’ve gotten no return call.
I fight to fend off hopelessness, depression, despair.
What am I going to do if he leaves? I’ll never find him. There’s no one who can tell me where he might be. His mother is dead. His father is…I don’t even know where his father might be or what his name is. Obviously he isn’t afraid of changing his name and starting over. But whether he did that or not, I could spend the rest of my life scouring the earth for him and never find him. He’d be gone. Just gone.
And he might already be.
I pace the floor of my bedroom, beating the walls of my mind for some kind of alternative, some way to find him that I’m overlooking. And then it hits me. The police. The police know where he is. Not only did Ebon’s neighbor overhear one talking about it, but I feel sure they kept close tabs on him until the investigation into his mother’s death is complete.
Suddenly, a small bright spot appears on my dismal horizon. Now, to find Detective Arnold.
I waste no time in climbing back into my car and racing to the police station. I rush up the sidewalk and push through the glass double doors, pouncing on the first person I see. The unlucky person happens to be a uniformed guy around my age, wearing an overly eager expression on his face. I suspect he might be a rookie.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I might find Detective Arnold?”
“Uhhh, let me see if he’s in,” he responds politely. There’s a nervous, uncertain look on his face, one that says I’ve asked him something he doesn’t know the answer to, that reinforces my suspicion about his status. When he turns and asks a mean-looking woman if she knows how he could find Detective Arnold, I know I was right. He’s definitely a rookie.
“How the hell should I know?” the lady responds gruffly. “Go check his office.”
The cop turns a red face to me. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappears behind a locked door and I’m forced to wait for him while the mean lady stares at me. Luckily, he returns fairly quickly. “He’s not in his office right now. Can I leave him a message for you?”
My heart plummets. “Sure. That would be great. My name is Willow Masters. He’s working on a case involving Ebon Daniels. I spoke to Mister- er Detective Arnold a few days ago about it. I need to know where I can find Mr. Daniels. He’s not at his house; he’s at a hotel and I’d like to know which one. I have some things to discuss with him.”
The young cop is writing furiously as I talk. He stops when Mean Cop Lady speaks up. “Honey, he’s not going to give you information like that. Don’t waste your time. This is not the white pages. Besides, if I’m not mistaken, there’s a restraining order against him. And it’s in your name. You
Willow sounds like she’s near tears when I pull out and let her relax onto her back. I drop to my knees, bending her legs and pushing her thighs onto her chest as I kneel between her legs. I spread them as wide as they will go and I feast on her sopping pussy. As I tongue her folds and suck on her clit, I fuck her ass with the bottle, turning it again and again until she can’t take it for another second. I know the instant she loses it. She comes so hard it spurts against my tongue and runs down my chin, causing more semen to shoot from the head of my cock, my abs contracting like I’ve been punched in the gut.
My breath is heavy and loud in the silence of the room. My palm feels sticky as I move my fingers up and down my cock, wishing more than ever that Willow was really here and that I wouldn’t be confined to fantasy for the rest of my days.
But she’s not.
It was just another illusion. Just another dream that will probably never come true.
SEVENTEEN- WILLOW
I’ve left Ebon a dozen messages, called his phone two dozen times. I get no answer. I’ve gotten no return call.
I fight to fend off hopelessness, depression, despair.
What am I going to do if he leaves? I’ll never find him. There’s no one who can tell me where he might be. His mother is dead. His father is…I don’t even know where his father might be or what his name is. Obviously he isn’t afraid of changing his name and starting over. But whether he did that or not, I could spend the rest of my life scouring the earth for him and never find him. He’d be gone. Just gone.
And he might already be.
I pace the floor of my bedroom, beating the walls of my mind for some kind of alternative, some way to find him that I’m overlooking. And then it hits me. The police. The police know where he is. Not only did Ebon’s neighbor overhear one talking about it, but I feel sure they kept close tabs on him until the investigation into his mother’s death is complete.
Suddenly, a small bright spot appears on my dismal horizon. Now, to find Detective Arnold.
I waste no time in climbing back into my car and racing to the police station. I rush up the sidewalk and push through the glass double doors, pouncing on the first person I see. The unlucky person happens to be a uniformed guy around my age, wearing an overly eager expression on his face. I suspect he might be a rookie.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I might find Detective Arnold?”
“Uhhh, let me see if he’s in,” he responds politely. There’s a nervous, uncertain look on his face, one that says I’ve asked him something he doesn’t know the answer to, that reinforces my suspicion about his status. When he turns and asks a mean-looking woman if she knows how he could find Detective Arnold, I know I was right. He’s definitely a rookie.
“How the hell should I know?” the lady responds gruffly. “Go check his office.”
The cop turns a red face to me. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappears behind a locked door and I’m forced to wait for him while the mean lady stares at me. Luckily, he returns fairly quickly. “He’s not in his office right now. Can I leave him a message for you?”
My heart plummets. “Sure. That would be great. My name is Willow Masters. He’s working on a case involving Ebon Daniels. I spoke to Mister- er Detective Arnold a few days ago about it. I need to know where I can find Mr. Daniels. He’s not at his house; he’s at a hotel and I’d like to know which one. I have some things to discuss with him.”
The young cop is writing furiously as I talk. He stops when Mean Cop Lady speaks up. “Honey, he’s not going to give you information like that. Don’t waste your time. This is not the white pages. Besides, if I’m not mistaken, there’s a restraining order against him. And it’s in your name. You
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