He walked me to the couch and we sat down next to each other. He stroke the side of my face with his strong, but soft hands. I took hold of his wrist, hoping to keep his hand there forever. He looked at me with a dark browns.

"Hey guys," Melissa yelled out as she walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet and her dampened t-shirt clung to parts of her chest and shoulders, and her hard nipples poked through the fabric, like they were telling Leo, 'Hello.' Her tiny short exposed her legs that shined as they were still wet from the shower.

"Cinnamon, right?" Leo said.

"Melissa is my real name," she corrected.

"Nice to see you," A smile came back to Leo's face.

I leaned in and blocked his view of my sexy soon to be ex-best friend. "I'm Pitch, your girlfriend, remember me?"

"Relax, Pitch," Melissa said. "He is not used to seeing me with my clothes on." Yeah, like that was to make me feel better. "And I never seen him in full lighting." The heat of my blood rose as Leo made some small talk with my friend. I'm rethinking the strap-on rule. I needed to check myself before I skull fuck both of them.

"Melissa," I said. "May I see you in the bedroom?" I got up from my seat and grabbed her wrist and yanked her ass in the bedroom and closed the door.

She held up her hands. "I know what you are going to say."

"I doubt that," I snapped back. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm just talking to the guy," Melissa explained. "I'm not blowing him." She walked in closer to me. "Why would I fuck things up with you and him and between you and me? I'm on your side and always will be, Pitch."

The smell of her strawberry body wash overwhelmed my senses. I pulled her in closer to me and looked her dead in the eye. I kissed her and tugged on her bottom lips with my teeth. I bit down on it, just enough to cause some pain, not enough to draw blood. Before she could respond to my simple torture, my hand reached down to bask in the warm moisture between legs. I slipped in two fingers as my thumb rubbed on her clit. A breathless moan left her mouth as I pushed her back to the wall. I continued to stroke and finger her, putting her through more soft and bitter punishment. I gave her a quick reminder of where we stand.

"Leo's cock belongs to me." My voice didn't get louder than a whisper. I applied pressure on her womanhood until she let out a soft long whimper. I leaned in and nibbled on her neck. I moved to her ear, bit and pulled on her lobe. "Your pussy belongs to me as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Her answered was followed a moan as I slipped in a third finger and rotated my thumb.

"Don't you forget it." I didn't feel threatened by Melissa, she would never betrayed me, but there was a strong urge that came over my body. It kept on building in me, like the orgasm was building up in her. One of her legs wrapped around my ass as my fingers dug in deeper. My thumb rubbed and pressed down. I covered her mouth with my other hand, didn't want Leo to hear her come. That was her gift to me. Her muffled moans didn't get louder that a whimper as the wetness of her love covered my fingers. I pulled them out with the poise of a seasoned quarterback conducting a two-minute drill. I brought them up to her mouth and allowed her to suck the moisture off my fingers.

The strong urge still seared in me as Melissa swallowed the juices of her love. Her soft lips dragged down my fingers, back up to the knuckles and again down my fingers until she reached the tips of my nails and released me. The urge I felt was jealousy, but I wasn't jealous of Melissa. I was jealous of Leo.

"Mail off the packages," I ordered. Then, I pointed to our old sex toy. "Get that dick out of here."

Melissa reached under the bed and grabbed the envelopes and crawled over to the strap-on. "Do you want me to get rid of it?" she said as she held up the strap-on.

"No," I answered. "I might have been too hasty with that decision to ban it. Let review it at a later time."

"Of course." Melissa gather everything and placed them in a bag and walked out of the bedroom. After I heard the front door closed. Leo peaked his head in the bedroom.

"May I come in?" he asked, flashing his pearly whites.

"You better," I replied, "you sexy son of a bitch." He pushed me down on the bed and my robe flew opened, offering my naked body to him. He climbed on top of me as my hands ripped off his belt and undid his fly. He pulled down his pants and boxers, spread my legs and gave me all of his raw power. He focused on speed and aggression, like he wanted to come hard and fast. I didn't mind. His tempo and his strength was what my body craved right now. His drilled me into the mattress as the bed inched cross the floor. He pulled the back of my hair as he thrusts got harder, and faster. My legs wrapped around his ass. My arms pulled down on his shoulders as my hips matched his tempo. Our grinds created a friction that could have burned the apartment down. His cock grew bigger in me hitting all the right spot in record time. Then, I made my move.

I rolled him over, putting me on top. I'm coming first. I reinserted his pulsating meat between my legs and jumped on it like it was the last slice of pizza in the box. My hips moved back and forward at a hard and rapid pace, showing Leo that I could fuck too. I was being selfish at this moment. I wanted to come, didn't give a damn if he came or not.

"Oh shit!" I moaned as I was getting closer. "Fuck." My head flew back as I wiggled on his dick. "I'm coming," I wailed as I felt the eruption building in me. My hands pressed down on his stomach as I balanced myself. "Yes." The word came out soft and smooth like a lonely rain drop on a spring day. "Yes!" The second yes was loud and hard like a thunderclap in the distance. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The third, fourth and the five shot out of me like a semiautomatic gun. "Grrrrrrrr!" Okay, I had no idea where that came from, maybe it was my pussy turning into a fucking lioness.

He grabbed my hips and plowed my back down on the bed as he fucked me through my orgasm which made everything better. He bellowed as he came, sounding like a wolf hollowing at the moon. His orgasm was more potent than ever before as he overflowed my pussy with his cum as I felt it dripped out on me.

The sex, and it was just sex, was hard, quick and intense. He rolled off of me. The sex was like he didn't want to fuck, but like his needed to fuck. Like he would have die get he didn't fuck me right then and now. It was like my pussy pulled in his cock and drained him dry.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked as I felt his cum running out of me.

Leo caught his breath and he tried to explain himself. "I was focused."

"It better not have been on Melissa?" I said with a hint of a joke in my voice, but inside the rage was building up. Since, he moved the bed with his thrusts, I was closer to my knife in the night stand. I prayed that he wasn't going to say anything cute.

"Of course not, Pitch," he said, "but I do have something to ask you."

"So, you didn't come here to use me as a jizz jar?"

He pulled me on top of him and kissed me on the lips. "I think about you all the time, and I am not just talking about the amazing sex."

I kissed him back and his cupped balls. "Well, I am thinking about the amazing sex." I laughed, hoping he got the hint that I was only joking. "Seriously, I think about you a lot as well." Except when I'm fucking Melissa and killing pervs, like your dead friend Detective Howard.

"I want to get away with you for a long weekend, you pick the place."

"Really?" I replied. "Like a couples retreat?"

"No couple retreat," he answered. "I want to have fun."

"Asshole," I said as I hit him with a pillow. At that second, his cell phone vibrated. He reached on to the floor and pulled it out of his pants pocket.

I leaned on his shoulder, trying to be as nosy. "Is that your wife?" I joked.

"No," he answered. "It is Detective Howard's wife?"

"Oh." I couldn't help to make another joke. "You banging your friend's wife too? You nasty." I kissed him on the cheek.

"Trust me," he said. "It is nothing like that." He got his naked ass off the bed and walked into the living room.

"Fine," I yelled out. "I didn't want to hear you talk to your skank anyway." I laid back down on the bed. Leo walked back in the bedroom to grab his clothes.

"I have to go, baby."

"What wrong?" I asked, but I really didn't give a shit.

"Detective Howard didn't come home last night," he answered, "and Liz is worried sick."

"Maybe he is banging some other chick? Police like pussy too."

"Yes, they do," he said. "I couldn't tell you have many cops have girls on the side, but Howard doesn't do that. He loves Liz." He zipped up his pants and put on his shirt.

"What love got to do with it? Howard could be just another horny bastard."

He kissed me on the lips. "Not Howard," he said, being unaware that his sick motherfucker friend was a fucking serial killer. "I got to go, baby. Call me about where you want to go this weekend."

"You bet," I said. He kissed me again and walked out of the door. As soon and I heard the door slammed. I got on the phone with Melissa.
"Yeah, Pitch. What's up?" she answered.

"Have you dropped off the package?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Leo is going to follow up on Howard's whereabouts. They might find the body soon, but the odds are not likely until the press gets hold on the evidence."

"Cool."

"But on a lighter note, Leo is taking me on a long weekend."

"Really? This is must be getting serious. Do you think he is going to tell you this weekend?"

"Tell me what?"

"That he loves you, or you complete him, or something corny like that. What about you, Pitch?" Do you love him?"

"All signs are pointing that way, but it is still too early to tell."

"Okay, I will stop busting your balls. You don't have to tell me. Where are you going?"

"I haven't decided yet, but where ever it is, it will be killer."

"Oh, Pitch, that was so weak."

"Hey, I have way too many orgasms this morning. My mind isn't that sharp right now."

"Do you want one more?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe?"

"Talk to you later, girl." I said right before I hung up on her.

I already had a destination in placed, and it would help me to settle one last score. This one, I have to do by myself. Melissa couldn't be any part of it.