“Baby Doll,” the words come out of nowhere, and I’m as shocked as she is when she stops her tirade and just stares at me. “I mean, ma’am…uhm, I can escort you home. I don’t want you driving in that state alone.” I can tell she’s stressed and I’m only doing my duty. Yeah, fucking right. My duty to rip that tiny dress from her impeccable body and find out what she looks like naked and writhing beneath me.
“I can’t ask—”
“You didn’t, I offered. Get in your car and I’ll follow you home.” A soft giggle falls from her perfect lips, and I offer a grin.
“Is that your way of picking up girls, Officer…” She allows the sentence to hang in the air between us like a helium balloon.
“It’s Officer Brawley, and I don’t pick girls up. They come to me.” With a cocky wink, I turn and head back to my car.
“Perhaps I’m different, Officer Brawley. Maybe you’ll be the one coming to me.” Before I have time to retort, she’s in her car revving the engine. Little blonde minx. I quickly slide into the driver’s seat of my midnight blue Mustang and start the engine. Waiting for her to pull out, I turn on the radio and the deep bass of Chris Brown’s “Gimme That” vibrates through the speakers. She weaves through the quiet streets and I feel better for doing this.
She’s clearly upset and shouldn’t be driving. She should be straddling my lap, while her sweet tits bounce in front of me so I can suck on those nipples that I’m sure will satiate my need.
I’m normally more professional than this. But there’s something about that doll that’s got me as needy as a fucking woman who’s begging for an orgasm. I’ll make her beg. I’ll make her do a lot of things. As she pulls into the drive of an enormous Hollywood mansion, I follow her in and park behind the tiny scrap of metal she’s driving.
“You didn’t need to come in, I’ll be fine.” The grounds are dark, the house doesn’t have a light on, and my instincts cut in.
“I’ll walk you to the door. Can never be too safe.” She shrugs and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Her hips sway in that tight material that hugs her curves. It’s incredible the way her long legs flex in the heels she’s wearing, and her long blonde hair flows like a soft wave just crashing onto the shore.
She stops and clicks a lock on a remote. The glass door slides open effortlessly and I stare at the luxury this woman lives with on a daily basis. My apartment could probably fit into the entrance of her house and still leave room to spare.
“Did you want to come in?” I’m not one to deny a beautiful woman a request, so I nod. She steps aside and allows me to enter. It’s then that I get a full view of the house. The soft click of the door, the sweet scent of her perfume, and the hard-on that I’ve been sporting since I first saw her have me losing all inhibitions. I pivot to find her watching me intently.
“Do you always invite men into your house?” Her plump lips open then shut. “Or is it because you’d like me to cuff you?” She doesn’t refuse, so I stalk toward her as she steps back, until her body is flush against the glass door. “Tell me, little star?” I whisper over the soft skin of her neck and she visibly trembles. I recognized her the moment I set eyes on her. Hollywood’s newest sweetheart. And the star of my wet fucking dreams. The star of the hit show Sunsets & Star, she of course plays the lead female character.
I move back and our eyes lock in a stand off. She’s not giving in easily, but she doesn’t realize that only makes me want to fuck her more.
“Maybe.” She says and cocks her head to the side, watching me. I take another step forward so our bodies are flush. Placing a hand on either side of her head, caging her in, I inhale her scent. Cotton candy and bubblegum. Sweet. Delectable. Tempting.
The heat from her skin is driving me insane with lust, and all I want to do is have her wrap those long legs around me and let me drive into her tight body. “And do you know what I do to naughty girls who like to play with my cuffs?” I hiss in her ear. She shakes her head but doesn’t answer. Sexy little thing. She’s like a doll. “I make them scream my name. Over and over again.” Her lips part and her tongue traces a slow wet trail over them. I groan at the thought of having those lips wrapped around the base of my dick.