Book three: Hot Latina detective

Chapter one : fucking her criminals 

Camila's heart raced as the rough hands of the three criminals cuffed her wrists behind her back.

She was in a dimly lit alley, the stench of garbage and damp concrete filling her nostrils.

The men surrounded her, their eyes glinting with a mix of danger and desire. She knew she was in trouble, but there was something thrilling about the uncertainty and the raw power they exuded.

"Please," Camila whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't want any trouble."

The tallest of the three, a man with a scar running down his cheek, smirked. "Too late for that, sweetheart. You're in our world now."

Another man, with dark, piercing eyes, grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Maybe we'll have some fun before we decide what to do with you."

Camila's breath hitched as the third man, a muscular brute with a shaved head, stepped closer.

His hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I think she likes it rough," he growled.

Camila's mind raced, but her body responded in ways she couldn't control.

She felt a surge of heat between her legs, a mix of fear and arousal. The men seemed to sense her reaction, their grins widening.

The man with the scar reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "Suck," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Camila's eyes widened, but she complied, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

His tongue tasted like local gin. She could feel the other two watching, their breaths heavy with anticipation.

The man with the dark eyes unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. "My turn," he growled, pushing his way into her mouth.

Camila moaned, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth.

She was a detective and is suppose to arrest these criminals, but here she was fucking them instead.

The brute stepped forward, his hand rubbing against the bulge in his pants. "I want a taste too," he demanded, his voice rough with need.

Camila felt a rush of heat, her body responding to the raw, desire of the men surrounding her.

She moved from one to the other, her mouth and tongue working to please them, her own need building slowly as she sucked them.

Camila’s body was on fire as she moved from one man to the next, her mouth and tongue working tirelessly.

The cuffs around her wrists dug into her skin, a constant reminder for her to do her job, but it only heightened her arousal.

Lopez, the man with the scar, grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth to his long cock. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Suck it good.”

Van, the brute with the shaved head, moved behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips.

He pulled her back, making her to arch her back, her ass pressing against his crotch. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he growled, his voice deep with desire.

Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection.

“She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust.

Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him.

Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs.

She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Van muttered, his voice rough with need. He slid a finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out, matching the rhythm of her sucking.

Camila’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing as Van’s fingers worked their magic.

Lopez’s grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving faster as he fucked her mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Lopez groaned, his cock pulsing in her mouth. Camila swallowed, her throat working as she took his load.

Van pulled his fingers out, his hands moving to her hips as he positioned himself behind her.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, his cock pressing against her entrance.

Camila moaned, her body aching with need. She felt him slide in, his cock filling her completely. He started to move, his hips thrusting against her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Andrew moved closer, his cock pressing against her lips. “My turn again,” he demanded, his voice harsh with need.

Camila opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

The sensations were overwhelming, the feel of Van’s cock in her pussy and the taste of Andrew’s cock in her mouth.