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She chews on her lower lip. “Like a gag?”

“Does that scare you?” I ask.

Her cheeks flush. “I can take it out if I need to?”

“Of course.” I nod. “You can just open your mouth and drop it.”

“All right.” She scrunches up the pink material and bites down on it.

“Good girl, now climb on, baby.” I help her get settled, her legs on either side of me and lower her slowly onto my cock.

The moment her heat surrounds me, I groan.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I lean forward, taking a nipple in my mouth. This time I suck hard until she’s moaning.

“Fuck me, Harley. Hard.” I slap her ass while moving to the left side. “Your tits are so sweet. So fucking sweet.” I suckle hard again, before biting down.

She’s moving up and down my shaft, her muscles squeezing me with each movement.

I let go of her nipple, and bite down on her breast.

She sucks in an air, doubling her speed.

“Fuck.”

The T-shirt soaks up her moan. Digging her fingers into my shoulders, she rides me faster, harder.

“Good girl.” I slap her ass. “Harder.” I slap her again.

“Make it hurt, Zack. Please,” she begs, thrusting her chest at me. The shirt falls from her pretty lips with her plea.

I lick the tip of her nipple, smiling at the annoyance in her groan.

“No. Not like…oh, fuck, yes, like that!” She cries out when I bite down on her tit again, moving an inch, and biting harder.

She moves her feet, taking me even deeper, and I throw my head back, roaring my pleasure.

“Oh! I’m! Oh!” Her eyes fly open and, in another breath, she screams with her head thrown back. Her fingernails will leave marks in my skin, but I don’t give a fuck.

I grab her hips, holding her steady while I pump upwardinto her, again and again. Her body pulsates around me as her orgasm ebbs. I go harder, faster. Until my balls pull up tight, and I scream her name.

Little sparkles of light dance in my vision as my orgasm fades, and her smiling face comes into full focus.

“You were really loud,” she laughs. “My neighbors might have heard you.”

I grin.

I pat her ass. “Good.”

Special Agent Laurens is late. I check my phone again. She was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.

“It’s all right, Harley.” Zack pats my hand across the table. Special Agent Laurens didn’t want me going down to the field office, and it’s over an hour’s drive to her office in the city, so we found a spot halfway to meet.

“What if she thinks I’m lying?” I ask, leaning back against the hard back of the chair; it’s one of those that are connected to the chair beside it and the table. The Rueben sandwich I ordered sits untouched in front of me.

“She won’t. You need to eat something; you haven’t eaten all day.” He pushes the red plastic basket at me. His sandwich, ham and Swiss on rye, is nothing but crumbs in his basket. The homemade chips are all gone, too.

“I’m too nervous,” I say, but I pick up a chip and nibble on the edge of it. “She’s been nothing but nice. Why would you think she’s not a good cop?”

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