The sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks woke me from the darkest corners of my mind. The strong aroma of ocean tickled my nose. I looked to my right and saw Leo, peacefully sleeping next to me. His body relaxed as the morning sun beamed on his smooth chocolate skin. He exposed chest raising with each slow breath. I knew his mind was working overtime, trying to find Detective Howard, but he kept his promise and didn't let this to interfere with our long weekend.

My hand caressed his chest and moved down to his stomach. His full lips curled into a smile, but he was still asleep. Leo was still resting. I looked down at his waist, still covered with the bed sheets. The sheet couldn't cover the condition that his body suffered, Morning Wood. I didn't want to fuck him this morning, I just wanted to feel him in my mouth. I pulled back the sheet and moved my head down to his stiffness. My right hand cupped his balls as my lips sucked on the head of his dick. My mouth moved down, moistening his shaft with my tongue and mouth. I could still taste me on his cock from the sex we had the night before. His moans were music to my ears as it guided me. My head bobbed up and down, up and down as my tongue twirled and licked this delicious piece of dark chocolate. His body tried to move, but I rest my hand on his chest, giving him a sign that I was going to finish this job.

My mouth dipped faster on his cock and my hand worked its magic on his meat too. The wet and sloppy noise sound got louder as he hardened more in my mouth. Then, his phone vibrated on the nightstand next to the bed. My looked up at me and saw his hand reaching for the phone. I popped his cock out of my mouth.

"If you answer that fucking phone," I warned. "I will bite off your dick and beat you with it." His hand retreated back to the bed. "Good boy." I got back to work. His cock softness a little, but after a couple of strokes and a long deep drag of my mouth, it was back in business. My frequencies increase as his cock was rock hard in my mouth. He wasn't going to last much longer. I felt his body tensed.

"I'm..." He took a breath before he finished his line. "Coming." He was a gentleman for warning me, but I didn't need it. His cum wasn't going on my tits or his stomach.

His body spasm, his growled was the gunshot for his dick as his cum filled my mouth. I sucked it down and milked it. I felt his cock contracting in my mouth as more cum came out. I sucked him clean until there was nothing left but a wet cock slowly going back to its flaccid state. A morning nut was the best nut.

I hopped my ass out of the bed, grabbed my phone and walked to the bathroom. "You touch me in the morning and walked away," he said. "Are you going to leave cab fare?"

"Nope," I answered.

"Can you come back to bed, please?"

"Are you begging? That is so sexy." I jumped back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. "I know you are not ready for another go at it."

"No," he answered. "I have something to tell you. I should have told you last night, but you couldn't hear me over your screaming orgasms."

I slapped him across the chest. "Asshole," I joked. "What do you want to tell me?" I asked while I rubbed my pussy over his semi-hard cock.

"I'm in love with you, Pitch."

Damn. He just said it. No long speeches about how I changed his life. Or how his soul was empty and my love filled it. Nothing like that, just plain and simple. 'I'm in love with you.'

"Are you saying that, because I just swallow your load?"

"That was for the screaming orgasm comment. I deserved that."

My finger dragged down his chest. "You also deserved a better response." I took in a deep breath, looked into his dark browns and said, "I love you too." Holy shit! I only said that to one other person and that was Melissa. Was it real? Do I really love him? Or do I just love his cock? Or the way he fucks me? Or the way he makes me come with his toes?

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied back. "I love you." Shit, I hope this does not fuck up the rest of my plan. I'm not done hunting my target. We can't spend all day in bed talking about our fucking feeling and shit. I have unfinished business to take care of.

"So, what do you want to do today?" His question snapped me back to reality.

I really want to stab somebody and bask in their blood. "I don't know," I answered. "Maybe, walk on the strip, take in some shops and do some serious damage to your credit card."

"Sound like a plan," he said. His phone vibrated again. He looked at me before he reached for it.

I knobbed my head. "You may process. I'm not going to bite your dick off." I punctuated my sentence with a smile.

He picked up the phone. "Shit! It is the captain. Do you mind?"

"No, go ahead."

He walked into the bathroom and closed the bathroom. Then, my phone went off. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone.

"Yeah, girl," I answered.

"The shit hit the fan," Melissa said. "The media is all over this story. They even gave him a fucking nickname, Maniac Cop."

My eyes rolled. "That is so weak. Maybe, by the end of the day, they will have another name."

"Other victims are coming out and sharing the close encounters they had with Detective Howard. I think some are bullshit, but that doesn't matter

"Good. Now, I have some news for you."

"Fuck me! Did he say it?"

I felt my face blushed. "His loves me. Can you fucking believe it?"

"Of course, you are fucking awesome. I get wet just thinking about you and I know he is always supporting a tent in his pants when you are in the room. Do you tell him back?"

I giggled like a fucking school girl talking about for first crush. "Yes!" I giggled again.

"Pitch, I know we talked about this and you said you are happy with the way things are with me. But if you want to be just friends, with no fucking benefits?"

"Melissa," I explained. "We are not friends with benefits. You know we are so much fucking more. I love you, Melissa. You are the only person in the world that knows the real me and you still fell in love with me. We are not going anywhere. Do you understand?"

"Yes, baby."

"Shit!" Leo shouted out from the bathroom.

"Got to go," I said. "I think Leo might have some shit blowback." I hang the phone and prepare to be to play the role of the supportive girlfriend. "Everything okay?" I hollered out. He ran into the room and straight to his suitcase.

"What is wrong?" I asked. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. I'm playing the role of the supportive girlfriend perfectly.

"It is crazy," he informed me. "There are fucking reports that Howard is a fucking murderer."

"What?" I fell back on the bed like I was shot. Okay, I hoped I didn't put it on too thick.

"I got to go back to the city."

"Really? Why? You are not a cop."

"They need my help."

"Shit!" I walked to my suitcase and ripped it opened.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Packing my shit."

"No," he interrupted. "The room is paid for and no refunds. Please, you can stay, if you want. Do you have a way to get home?"

I pouted on the outside by sticking out my bottom lip, but inside. I was happier than a pig in shit. "I'm a resource girl. I can find my way home. I could rent a car? I have enough scratch."

"Sorry, this didn't work out the way we wanted, but I will make it up to you."

"You better." Every time I doubted the existence of God, perfect moments like this made me a fucking believer. God wanted me to finish my plan.

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Later that night, I supported a blonde wig with bangs to hide my red locks, didn't want my victim to recognize me right away. My cut off jean shorts, sandals and green bikini top completed the look. I walked down the strip, peeping into some of the small shops, loaded with t-shirts and knickknacks and other crap the tourist would bring back home to their kids or co-workers. I weaved between the crowds that gathered on the sidewalk. Most of the people were watching street musicians and illusionists performing their trade for cash that rained down in their hats and guitar cases. Shopping and entertainment was the last thing on my mind. I only one purpose tonight.

I walked several more block until I came across 'The Clam Shell.' This was where the target worked. I have been tracking down this person for a while. She was unaware that she was on my shit list. Yes, the target was a female. I already killed one female and it put me in a very dark place, it took the love of Melissa to drag me out that hell. This woman would be my last, not just my last female victim, but my last victim period. I had been doing this for a while now, and I couldn't keep this up for forever. I found happiness in my life and I didn't want to do anything that would fuck it up.

I walked into the bar looking for the target. I didn't see her. Maybe, she was off tonight? I thought. I picked a table in the back. A couple of drunken dudes came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I turned them down, but I was polite about it. I didn't call them assholes or anything like that.

The bartender returned from the back carrying a case of imported beer. She dyed her hair a dark shaded of brown to cover her grey streaks. It was pulled back short braid down passed her neck. Her red tank top and blue jean combo gave her a more youthful look, but it was clear that she was in her forties. Even though she was on the mature side, she was prettier than most of the woman at the bar that was half her age. She filled a couple of orders and told some jokes to the customers. She seemed well liked. I walked up to the bar and sat at one of the stools.

"Who do I have to go down on for a drink?"

The bartender smiled. "That would be me, sweetie," she said. "What are you drinking?"

"A long island ice tea."

She rested her elbows on the bar. "I can make you a long islands ice tea, that would make your toes curls."

"I could do things that would make your toes curls too." My eyes scanned her body and stopped at her tits.

"Really?" she commented. "That sounds like a challenge."

"I love to make straight girls come."

Her brown eyes appeared to study the features of my face and body. "You looked familiar. What is your name?"

"Patricia," I told her my real name because it didn't matter. She would be dead by the end of the night.

"I'm Beth." She smiled and looked to her right. "Jerome," she called out. "Watch the bar, I'm going on break." She looked back at me. "Follow me."

I grabbed my bag. "Let's do this."

We walked into the storage room, and she locked the door behind us. I gazed at her like a lioness stalking its prey. She rushed towards me and attacked my lips with hers. Our arms wrapped around each other as we rolled and bounced off the walls and the racks. I slammed her against the wall and kissed down her neck. She pushed down hard on my shoulders, giving me a hint that she was ready for my oral exam.

I got on my knees and pulled down her faded tight jeans. I glanced over her inner thighs with my tongue and lips. My teeth grabbed her bikini cut panties and pull them down to her ankles. Her dark hairy bush had a couple of grey hairs which I thought it added some character. There was a hint of musk, but I wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I lifted her left leg out of her jeans and panties and rested it on my shoulder. I buried my lips and tongue inside of her, feeding off her juices. I remembered her what she liked last time, so I repeated the routine. She moaned as she got used to me again. Her moans grew louder as my hands gripped around her thighs.

"Oh God!" she hummed as her body quivered. The back of her head banged against the wall as I felt another quaked came over her. "Yes!" she said louder. After a couple of minutes, her soft sweet moans turned into a loud screaming sound of orgasmic pleasure. She sounded like Melissa. I guessed it's true. Like mother, like daughter.

I continued to feast on her and ride her orgasm to the end. As her eyes closed enjoyed the journey my tongue, I reached in my bag and took hold of my knife. My eyes pierced up at her. "What's my name?" I asked.

Her eyes were still closed as she said, "Patricia."

"Yes," I answered back. "But you can call me Pitch!" Her eyes shot opened and she stared down at me. I took off my wig and let my red locks free, but her eyes when from my face and hair to the sharp knife I was holding.

"Oh my God!"