Dane levels his eyes on mine, studying me. “Baby Doll, let’s get you to the bedroom. I’ve always been taught to eat at the table, now that I’ve done that, we can have some fun on that king-sized bed of yours.”
We hastily make our way to my pretty bedroom. I say pretty because seeing a real man like him in here feels odd. He looks out of place. All rugged and muscular, surrounded by creams, white, and flowing fabrics. He turns to me, waiting, and as his gaze drinks me in, I feel the heat rising from my neck all the way to my cheeks.
He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he unbuttons his shirt and discards it on the chair at my dresser. One look at him, and I’m already needy to feel his sculpted planes pressed against me. His stomach is all dips and ridges, beautifully cut abs with an obvious V pointing to something hard and bulging in those dark jeans.
His shoulders aren’t huge—they’re perfect, chiseled jaw with just a light dusting of stubble and those incredibly hungry eyes.
“On the bed, baby. I want to see you on your back.” I am about to toe off my heels when he growls. “Leave the heels on, you’re fucking sexy in them.” I climb up onto the soft cotton of my comforter and lay back. Once he’s down to his boxers, I can see his muscled thighs, thick and corded. He pushes his boxers down, and I can’t help gasping.
A thick, hard cock juts out, and I know that’s going to hurt. He must easily be nine-inches long. He crawls up and over me, placing a soft kiss on my lips before kneeling and ripping a small foil packet. It’s hypnotic, watching him sheath his impressive erection. Then he’s over me again, and when the tip of his dick nudges me, my hips rock instinctively. “Does my baby want me?” I nod, biting my cheek to keep from smiling.
He reaches a hand between us and strokes my sopping core, the remnants of my earlier orgasm still evident. With such a slow torturous movement, he slips into me. Inch by inch. My body aches, the intrusion stretching me to my limits, and I cry out as the pain mixed with pleasure takes over me. “So fucking tight, Jaz,” Dane growls in my ear, sending me spiraling. Our bodies move together and I’m lost to the pleasure of this man inside me.
“Dane, oh God, please, oh…” I can’t form words, so my moans and whimpers are intelligible. He reaches between us, circling my clit and my body quakes with a release that I know is about to rip through me. His hot mouth latches on to one nipple sucking it hard. When he bites down, he pinches my clit at the same time as he drives his balls deep inside me, sending me over the edge. I’m splintering, flying, soaring. I cry out as I feel myself squeeze him inside me.
“Jesus, Baby Doll, squeeze my cock. Milk every fucking drop of cum from me.” His voice is at my ear but I can’t control anything. My body pulses, shudders, and shakes and I claw at his back, my nails dig into the taut muscles and my thighs tighten around his hips.
He doesn’t stop and allow me reprieve. He keeps plunging, thrusting, and I’m gone as another toe-curling orgasm ignites every nerve in my body. I feel his soaked finger probing my tight asshole. Suddenly, he sinks one digit into me and I’m lost.
Fireworks explode around me. It’s like the stars are dancing behind my eyelids in a swirl of white and I feel his body lock as he growls. “Fucking perfect little cunt.”
“Are you going to use those cuffs on me?” Cocking my head to the side cheekily, I watch the uniformed man stalk toward me. We’ve been seeing each other for three weeks. Okay, that’s a lie, we’ve been fucking for three weeks. When his shift ends, he pulls into my driveway with all the stress of the day bearing down on his shoulders. Officer Dane Brawley, about six foot three, muscular shoulders, short golden brown hair, and eyes the color of the ocean in the tropics. Every woman’s wet dream, and trust me, he keeps me wet and needy during the day, but at night, he makes sure to eliminate any frustration by giving me multiple orgasms with his fingers, tongue, and that rock hard… baton.
“Jaz, you’d love it too much. I think I better start off with pinning you against that wall.” He gestures to the concrete beside my front door. He steps up to the entrance where I’m waiting, dressed in a black pair of shorts and sheer white tank top. “You do that on purpose?” he asks, his eyes pinned to my hardened nipples.