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I wished he’d stop speaking, because he was ruining this forbidden moment. If only there was a way to shut him up…oh…

I jerked my head forward, catching his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down, but not enough to do harm, just enough to get his mouth back on mine. A low growl rumbled from his throat, as his lips took mine again, and our tongues took over our argument.

It was all aggression, it was a mouth fight rather than a kiss, with both of us trying to take control, and neither winning. The groans coming from Grease were almost more of a turn on than his strength, and the way he was pinning me against the wall.

“Say you want me,” he hissed in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my neck. I couldn’t though, could I? Could I really give in, and let this asshole touch me, or more?

“I…”

“Fuck’s sake, cop, get off your high horse, and give in. I can make you see stars. Just say you want it.”

He was demanding, but he wasn’t going further without me consenting to it, and that realisation did something I didn’t expect. You’d think it’d make me push him away, knowinghe wouldn’t force things, but instead it made me even more desperate and weak.

“I… I want you,” I gasped, and he lifted his face from my throat, where he’d been dropping soft open-mouthed kisses, his dark brown eyes boring into mine, practically searing me with the heat of his need.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Chapter Four

TESIO / GREASE

I’d planned to fuck with her, to be my typical mouthy self, and piss her off. She’d trespassed on our private property, and I was going to make a big deal of it, but now? Fuck me. She was all heat, all passion, and I wanted to bury my cock so deep, all that mouth would spout would be moans, begging, and gasping.

Those words from her were all I needed, because you don’t fuck a cop unless they want it, right? Hell, it wasn’t about her being a cop. I might be a mafia guy, and a biker, but I didn’t have to force anyone.I wouldn’t.

“You got a deity you want to pray to, because you’re gonna be hollering their fucking name,” I whispered, as I released her hand, and pulled her dark coat open, sliding my hands inside to find those pert tits of hers. She always looked so buttoned up and untouchable in uniform, although I had to admit I found that hot as fuck, but right now she was wearing a thin black top, and it hugged her curves. I couldn’t really see them in this dim alley, but I could fucking feel them.

She writhed against me, her tits practically fucking begging to be cupped in my hands, their soft flesh pinched betweenmy fingers as I sucked on her nipples. There was no time for that here though, and that kinda stuff was for when two people actually liked each other. This was about fucking, and getting her the hell out of here. Wasn’t it?

“Thought you were going to make me ‘holler’,” she sassed, and I figured I’d keep that mouth busy, while we got down to business, grabbing her hands and pressing them against my jeans, as I went back to sucking on her tongue, and silencing her. She got the memo, pulling expertly at the button and zip, and slipping a hand inside to stroke my cock through my boxers. Why the fuck did I wear boxers? What a dickhead. Her hand could be on my bare skin instead, if I’d just gone commando. Why the hell didn’t I just go without?

I ignored her gorgeous tits, going for the waist of her black cargo pants, fumbling far less expertly with several buttons, before I got them open, and dragged them unceremoniously down over her ass. She bit my lip, and I pulled back to grin at her.

“You wet, cop? You don’t need foreplay, right?”

She glared at me, and I winked, dropping low enough to press my face between her tits, nuzzling them before I moved lower down, breathing in the smell of her needy pussy before I even got that far.

“Fuck yeah, you’re wet. Bet you’ve been fantasising about my cock, huh? Wanna know how big it is, is it tatted, is it pierced, all that bullshit? It’s not. It’s gonna fucking spread you wide though.” Nobody sane pierces or tattoos their most important fucking body part, if you ask me. Women want robo-dick, they can fuck off somewhere else. They want a good dicking, I’m their guy.

PC Pain’s fingers threaded through my hair, and she dragged me back up to glare at me.

“Are you done talking at me? I’m getting bored, you big dumb-”

Next time I’m silencing her with my cock, but a finger shoved between her legs, pressing the damp fabric of her underwear up inside her, does it pretty well too.

“All I wanna hear from you is moans, gasps, calls to a deity, and some sweet begging, cop. Otherwise I might have to give your mouth something to suck on.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Exactly, little pain in my ass, maybe next time you’ll get a nice pain in yours…”

She shuddered, and then her eyes seemed to regain their focus.

“Next time? There won’t be a next time, you meathead!”

“But if there were, clearly you want my thick cock right up your prissy ass.”

She was gonna start yelling again, so I made the ultimate sacrifice, and shoved the finger that had just been in her pussy in her mouth. I’d wanted to suck it myself, but she needed gagging.

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