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“Free my cock, so I can shove it up inside you, and give you what you came here for.”

Teeth sank into my finger, as her defiant glare segued into a satisfied one instead. Fucking fire, that’s what she was. The flames that might just destroy me. A mafia man and a cop, what a fucking cliché.

Jamie

It was awkward, frantic, and borderline aggressive, but then it was never going to be sweet and gentle, was it? This wasn’t love,it wasn’t even like. It was… actually I’m not sure, lust, I guess? Desperate need. Maybe all of our picking on each other had been foreplay, when we hadn’t even realised it was anything other than two people who couldn’t be more different butting heads. Now different parts of us were about to butt, and I needed it like I’d never needed anything, but that didn’t mean I’d be easy for him. I had my pride, after all.

My underwear was pushed aside, and that finger shoved back between my legs and slid easily inside me, an embarrassingly wet reaction to the man in front of me who I wanted to fuck, but also punch in the face. How could I want someone this much, when I couldn’t stand his smug face, that damn knowing smirk, and the filthy words he came out with?

“Jesus, cop, your voice pisses me off, but the sound of this wet pussy sucking my finger in? Music to my fucking ears.”Prick. I opened my mouth to yell at him and his fingers slid over my lips, silencing me, his eyes wicked and mocking. If I didn’t want his dick right now, he’d be on the ground holding his junk, after it met my knee with extreme malice.

He fingered me aggressively, his roughness sending shivers of need through me, because it was so good, but also it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me, but I wouldn’t beg him, I’d never fucking beg him!

“Bet you’d rather have my cock up here, right? Sucking it into this fucking desperate wet pussy. Guide me in, cop, show me my pussy.”

Wait, what? I tried to ask about a condom, but he was still covering my mouth, and when he smirked at my attempts to speak, I bit him again. It was the only way to get him to let me talk.

“You want to suck me instead?” He asked snarkily, as he pulled his hand away and stopped fingering me, sucking on his wet finger like some kind of savage.

“Condom, dickhead.”

He grinned slowly. “Don’t have one. Wasn’t exactly looking to get laid at a biker party full of guys, get it? You want me to waste precious time going to look for one?”

“You think you get to fuck me without one?”

His grin widened. “You think I’m gonna give you something, cop? Because I’m a biker, you assume I’m filthy… fucking women without protection, and carrying all sorts? Maybe you don’t deserve my cock, after all. I knew you were a pain in my ass.”

He backed up, tucking himself back in his jeans, and I realised I was about to lose my one and only chance to be fucked like that.

“Are… is it safe?”

He snorted. “I dunno, darlin’. You trying to trick me into fertilising you, because that’s not my bag. I don’t fuck women without protection, so you’d be the only one, but I’m not looking for some kind of long term fucking-”

“If this doesn’t happen right now, it never will.”

He was doing his zip up, so I was running out of time. “I have an implant. I… Jesus, will you just finish what you started?”

“Say please.”

Chapter Five

TESIO / GREASE

I’m not gonna lie, it was fun winding her up, and if I got to fuck her too, I had no complaints about this whole thing. I mean, look at her. She was so fucking law-abiding, and stuck up, and she had no idea who she was really messing with, but did I want to fuck her? More than I wanted to piss her off, at least for the moment.

“One word, cop, one word, and you get all this.” I cupped my dick through my jeans, and for the record, tucking it away again had been the toughest thing I’ve ever fucking done.

“Do you have to be such a prick?”

I grinned, nodding slowly at her. “Yeah, it’s kinda my thing. You don’t have to worry about that, though, just say please, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll get your head outta your ass for a bit. Don’t you want that? I know I do.”

She was glaring again, but she hadn’t pulled up those cargo pants, and that told me all I wanted to know. She wanted me, but her inner cop, and probably inner bitch, was having a real problem with asking for what she wanted. I freed my cock again, stroking him slowly, agonisingly so, just to show her what I had for her.

“And if I say please… you’ll fuck me? Just… just this once, and we never speak of it to anyone?”

Ha. I grinned widely as I stroked the head of my cock, smearing pre-cum back and forth.

“Like I’d want to tell anyone. You’re a fucking cop, and a pain in all our asses.”

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