Page 12 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

"Ryan," she breathes, her voice dripping with need. "I...I want..."

I capture her lips in a searing kiss before she can finish her sentence. I already know what she wants, what she needs. It's the same primal hunger coursing through my veins.

With a low growl, I lift her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around my waist. The head of my still-hard cock nudges against her soaked entrance and we both moan at the contact. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I sink into her tight, wet heat.

"Fuck, Ava," I groan against the shell of her ear. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock."

She whimpers and arches against me, silently begging for more. I give her what she craves, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. The rough bark of the tree scrapes against her back but she doesn't seem to care, lost in the throes of passion.

"Harder," she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please Ryan, fuck me harder."

I comply with a savage snarl, pistoning my hips and driving into her sopping cunt with wild abandon. Her needy cries echo through the tranquil forest as I take her, claim her, make her mine.

My balls tighten and I know I'm close. Reaching between our sweat-slicked bodies, I find her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. Ava thrashes in my arms, her pussy clenching around my shaft as her orgasm crashes over her.

"That's it, baby," I coax her, never letting up. "Come for me. Come all over my fucking cock."

With a keening moan, she shatters, her silken walls fluttering and milking my dick. I thrust once, twice more before burying myself to the hilt and emptying my seed deep inside her trembling body.

For a long moment, we stay locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync. Ava buries her face in the crook of my neck, her lips brushing my sweat-dampened skin. I press a tender kiss to her temple, savoring the feel of her, the scent of her.

"You're mine now, Ava," I rasp, still buried inside her. "There's no going back. Not after this."

She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. In their depths, I see everything I feel reflected back at me—the desire, the need, the unbreakable connection.

"I'm yours, Ryan," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I always have been."

As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks, we reluctantly disentangle our bodies. Ava's cheeks are flushed, her hair mussed from our passionate encounter. She looks thoroughly debauched and utterly gorgeous.

I help her back into her clothes, my hands lingering on her soft curves. I can't resist stealing another kiss, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her pliant body against mine.

She’smine.

six

?. . .?

Ava

I feelthe warmth of Ryan's body fading as I slip out of the vehicle, the chill of uncertainty seeping into my skin. The afterglow of our passionate encounter dims under the weight of reality—he's only here temporarily, bound to return to his life in the city.

My pulse races as I scramble to grab my purse. I can't let myself get swept up in a fantasy, no matter how much my body aches for his touch, how much my heart yearns to surrender. I have to protect myself.

Ryan reaches across the console, his hand reaching for me. "Ava? What's wrong?"

I force a smile, but it feels brittle. "Nothing. I just...I have to get back to the bookstore." The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.

He sits up straighter, alert. His eyes search mine, perceptive and piercing. "Did I do something?"

"No, no...it's not you." My voice wavers. I avert my gaze, focusing on buttoning my blouse with trembling fingers.

Ryan moves closer, his warmth enveloping me again. "Talk to me, Ava. I can tell something's bothering you."

I inhale sharply, his scent flooding my senses—a heady mix of musk and desire that makes my knees weak. I steel myself against the magnetic pull, the urge to fall back into his arms and forget the inevitable heartache.

"I'm fine, Ryan. Really. I just need some space." The words feel jagged in my throat.

His brow furrows, confusion and concern etched in the lines of his handsome face. "Space? Did I come on too strong? I thought..." He trails off, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

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