Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 3
MY DICK STIFFENS behind my slacks as Elena licks her plump lips, her soft
eyes glued to the corpse in front of us. I try to focus and fix my sight on
anything else, but I can’t stop remembering how it felt to have them wrapped
around me, sucking like her life depended on it.
“You’re back,” she whispers.
She blinks, over and over, as if she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing.
“Is he...”
“Dead?” I ask, hitting the record button on my phone to stop the video.
Shoving it into my coat pocket, I nod, finally breaking away from her mouth
to note Mateo’s sightless gaze. “Quite, I assure you.”
Silent for several beats, I can see the gentle rise and fall of her chest,
breasts straining against the white lace material of her dress. She’s more
covered up than I’ve ever seen her, the dress little more than a sheath that
clings to her like a second skin, but somehow she’s never looked more sinful.