Girl on the Rocks

An excerpt from Girl on the Rocks

"The tests came back negative, Charlie. No fingerprints on that girl's body."

"Well, somebody killed her, Patty," Charlie said, pushing her up against the stainless steel table.

The technician licked her lips. "I know it, Charlie, but I can't give you any leads. No hair, no prints, no blood but the girl's blood...." Her breasts rose and fell slowly with each deep breath.

Charlie put his hands on her hips. "And no weapon... This is some careful guy."

"Yeah," she said, gazing into his eyes. The detective lifted her up on the table. "Ooh," she said. Her skirt was short; the steel table was cold against her bare thighs.

"What kind of a guy would be that careful?" Charlie asked, running his hands up Patty's body.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "I dunno," she said softly, "a pro?"

"Some kind of pro he is, to knock off a pretty little girl." He planted a hot kiss on Patty's soft throat.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her hands timidly touching his sides, his back. "Maybe he decided he had to keep her quiet."

Charlie reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down over her hips, her thighs, her feet. Her shoes came off with them. "You know what I think?" he asked, running his hands up her bare legs to her naked bottom.

She breathed deep. "What?" He unleashed his big, stiff dick and let it slide along her bare thigh. He pulled her ass close to the edge.

"I think he was fucking her," he whispered. He pressed the tip of his cock deep against the lips of her wet, warm pussy.

"Oh!" she gasped. "She— She was only sixteen."

Charlie slipped his dick inside her and shoved it home with a groan. "I'd have fucked her," he whispered hotly.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me, Charlie; and make me come."