Lane Hart – Betting on a Full House
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My mind’s still on work when the blue lights and siren come on behind me.
What the hell? I wasn’t speeding and my inspection’s current. I pull over into an old warehouse lot near my apartment and turn off my car. I’m digging in my purse for my driver’s license when the big, blonde officer knocks on the window.
“Fuck, Tyler! You scared the shit out of me,” I tell him, when I see him through the glass. Then all other thoughts flee my mind as I look up at the sexiest man alive, all hot and authoritative in his uniform.
“I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car, miss,” he orders and my jaw drops. What is his problem? I haven’t heard from him in over a week and now he pulls me over and acts like a jackass.
I climb out to give him a piece of my mind, all right. After closing my door I point a finger at his chest, but he grabs my arm, and spins me around until I’m face forward against my car.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” I yell.
“Do you have any weapons or sharp objects on you?”
“What? No! Does it look like this skirt could hold any objects?”
He tugs on my other hand and then I feel the cold metal just before I hear the click of handcuffs closing around them.
“I’m going to have to do a thorough search, just to be sure.”
“Tyler! This is not funny. I don’t know who the hell you think you are … Oh!“
His foot sweeps one of my high heels, widening my stance and spreading my legs further apart. Suddenly both of his big hands rub down to the shoe straps around my ankles, then back up the inside of my thighs, brushing against my sex. That quick hand of his stays between my legs, teasing me through my panties that are starting to become damp. He reaches up to the front of them and gives a jerk, making me gasp when he rips them completely off of me. Once I’m open to him his finger penetrates me then spreads the wetness over my swollen, sensitive clit.
“Oh my God. Tyler, someone might see us!”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Another finger joins with his first one, rubbing gently up and down my slit, then pressing into my opening, driving me insane. Tyler’s heavy body moves in against my back, forcing me flat against the side of my car. His free hand untucks my dress shirt from my skirt and starts inching toward my breasts.
With my hands cuffed behind my back I can feel Tyler’s hard cock, pushing against his zipper. I reach to stroke his length, pulling a moan from his lips that I feel breeze through my hair.
“Now, I’m sure a nice girl like you doesn’t want to get arrested tonight. So, what do you say we work something out, just between the two of us?” he asks, brushing his lips against my ear, and pushing his cock harder into my hands.
I’m right on the verge of coming as I rock against his nimble fingers.
“Well, how do you plan on convincing me to let you go?” he asks while he fucks me harder with his hand.
“Oh God. I’ll do anything you want,” I moan.
“Anything?” he repeats then places an opened mouth kiss on my neck and sucks, pushing me over the edge and making my knees weak.
“Oh, so you don’t want to stand up anymore, huh?” he asks.
“Then get on your knees, open that pretty little mouth of yours, and wrap your lips around my cock,” he orders.
I’m soaking wet between my legs when I turn around to face him, then go down on my knees. Now I also know why Tyler isn’t concerned about anyone seeing us. His police cruiser is parked beside my car, blocking us from the view of the few passing vehicles.
With my hands cuffed behind me, I stretch up and catch his zipper in my teeth then work it down.
“Oh fuck, woman,” he groans, before reaching into his pants and pulling out his swollen shaft. I brush a light kiss across the tip and look up at him. His eyes are still covered by the sexy aviator glasses, and his lips are parted as he watches me.
“You’re going to have to work harder than that to get out of this mess, baby. Now put my cock in your mouth and suck it before I add resisting to your long list of misconduct.”
I smile and bite back a laugh to avoid ruining the roleplaying, then cover him with my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. I know you can take more than that,” he says grabbing the back of my head with both hands to start thrusting down my throat.
Just when I’m sure he’s about to come he pulls me off of him, standing me back up on my feet. I watch, still panting as he rolls on a condom before his strong hands are on me, spinning me around. I feel cool air against my bare ass when he pulls my skirt up to my hips.
“After I fuck your tight pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I might let you get off with just a warning,” he says, pushing my upper body forward on the trunk of my car. Before I even let out an ‘oomph’ he’s sliding into my dripping wet pussy. His hands are braced tightly on the back of my arms to hold me down while he pounds hard and fast into me. I’m climbing higher and higher toward another orgasm until finally I come apart right before Tyler stills deep inside of me.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants, and I’m pretty sure that signals the game is over.
I’m still having aftershocks from my orgasm it was so good.
“Well Officer, you sure do know how to use your baton,” I tell him, squirming underneath him. I feel his answering chuckle vibrate through my upper body.
“Is that what you had in mind for being arrested, frisked and taken downtown by a naughty police officer?” he asks, referring to what I’d said to him several weeks ago when we were at the lake.
“God yes. Even better than all the times I’d fantasized about it while pursuing self-inflicted orgasms.”
Carrie Ann Ryan – Harder than Words
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She froze, her eyes going wide.
Luc grinned at her then leaned down and kissed her fully. “Kidding. I might want to tie you up at some point and have you at my mercy, but I’m not your Master. I also might spank that pretty little bottom of yours”—he squeezed one cheek and she moaned—“but I’ll only do it if you want it. Do you want it, Meghan?”
She swallowed hard. “I…” She moaned again when he rocked his denim-clad cock against her belly.
“I’m going to take that as a yes since you’ve lost the ability to speak.” He pulled away, putting a foot of space between them. “Now let me strip off these pants of yours because I need to taste you.”
He stripped her leggings down her legs, taking her panties down with them. She lifted one leg at a time to help him, her body shaking at the sight of him kneeling before her. She ran a hand over his head, the coarse hair tickling her palm.
Luc looked up and smiled. “I might have to shave it again if you’re going to pet me like that.”
“I like you either way,” she said honestly. “Although I think I like you more with a bit of scruff on your face.”
He leaned forward and kissed her thigh. Her body shook once more, wanting him, craving him. “You just want my beard scraping the inside of your thighs when I eat you up.”
Her clit throbbed at his words. Luc sure knew how to dirty talk—something Richard never did. She froze once more at that errant thought. No. She would not think of that man right now.
“Looks like I’m not doing my job properly,” Luc growled.
Before she could think, her ass was on the bed, her legs spread, and the man before her had his mouth firmly latched onto her clit.
Her back bowed off the bed, but he had one hand on her belly and the other on her hip, locking her into place. His tongue worked magic, flicking her tight nub even as he sucked. She forced her eyes open so she could watch him. The darkness of his skin was stark against the paleness of her own. She’d never seen anything so erotic…so right.
He licked her then, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue. When his gaze met hers, her inner walls contracted at the heat in his gaze. He licked her once more, this time slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he circled her with his fingers before entering her with two fingers, she sucked in a breath, her eyes closing.
No. I want to see him taste me.
His fingers found that spot inside her that only she’d been able to find before, and he pressed down. Her mouth opened, her body shivering in heat and sparks. Her nipples contracted, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers.
And still, he licked, teased, and sucked.
With her legs wrapped around his head, she tried to push him away so she could get a break from her endless orgasm, but Luc was having none of that. Instead, he sucked harder, bringing her over the edge once more.
Yet not so much.
When she came down for the second time, her eyes finally closed, her body sated yet still at the edge of a precipice she never thought existed.
“Meghan, sugar, look at me. Look at us.”
She opened her eyes to see a naked Luc hovering over her, his eyes dark with need, his muscles straining. “Luc…”
He smiled before kissing her. She could taste herself on his tongue. She’d never kissed a man after he’d gone down on her before. In fact, it had been years since anyone had gone down on her.
Luc pinched her nipple, and her mind came back to the present, her body raring to go again. This man was a machine, and she was greedy. For once, she’d let herself be that greedy.
“With me, Meg?”
“With you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She vaguely remembered screaming his name when she came the second and third times—hence the strain on her voice. She looked down and sucked in a breath. With the way his body remained over hers, not touching, but oh-so-close, his condom-covered cock lay on top of her mound. The weight of it, the sheer thickness of it made her blink.
“Um…Luc?” How the hell was she going to fit all of him inside her?
He chuckled then, that manly chuckle that went straight to her insides. “You’re all wet and ready for me. I’ll fit.”
She raised a brow. “Sure you will. And how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“You said it out loud, sugar.” He kissed her again when she would have cursed at her not-so-inner monologue. “Now look down at us as I fill you. I want you to watch my cock fill your sweet-as-fuck pussy. Once I’m balls-deep, then I want you to move your hips, move your body, just move. Be with me when I fuck you. Fuck me back. Make love. Have sex. Do it all. Okay, Meg?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded, knowing this was her Luc. No matter what happened next, no matter if he found her lacking as Richard had, this was her Luc. She’d never forget this moment, never forget who was inside her.
He kissed her cheeks, licking up the tears she didn’t know had fallen.
“You’re mine, Meghan. Mine for now, mine for far longer.” Then he pressed forward, stretching her with that exquisite burn.
She sucked in a breath, watching him thrust slowly in and out, working until he was fully inside her.
She’d never felt so full, never felt so much a part of something she couldn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend beyond who was with her now, who was with her.
“Mine, sugar. You’re mine.”
Her gaze shot to his, and he kissed her then, pulling out, then slamming back home. Her body bowed, her hands going to his back. Her nails dug in, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more.
She did as he’d asked and moved her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock slid in and out, hitting home each time until she could barely keep up, barely keep her eyes open.
“Come for me, Meghan. One more time.” He met her gaze, and she came, her body already on that crest when he’d spoken. He shouted her name then crushed his mouth to hers as his body jerked, his seed filling the condom within her.
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