Just Business

They fell into bed before knowing each other's names. After the mess, he saw her badge and she found his gun. A cop and a hitter. Heat should have cooled, but it burned hotter. Manuel backed Kyler into the wall, hands rough, mouth hot. She yanked his belt free, wrapped her fingers around him, and stroked until he growled. He spun her, shoved her chest to the mattress, and spread her open. She pushed back, hungry, taking every thrust he gave. He slid deeper, found her tight hole, and claimed it in one steady drive. Her moan cracked the air. He held her wrists, fucked her hard from behind, every slap of skin louder than the last. Kyler begged for more. Manuel gave it. Sweat slid down his chest while her legs shook. He pulled out just in time, painted her pretty face with thick streaks, and watched her lick what she could reach. Breathing hard, they stayed locked, two strangers who should have walked away. Instead they went again.