Page 138 of Hot Cops

“Give a girl a chance,” she protested, but Landon wasn’t in a patient mood. That point was driven home when he gripped one of her arms and flipped her to her stomach.

Sunnie tried to lift up, to crawl away, but Landon bent over her, his chest pressed to her back.

“Hold still,” he warned her.

Sunnie had never been particularly good at doing as she was told. Not that Landon was giving her much choice. The man was wicked strong. He stood again, one hand resting in the center of her back, holding her in place.

Then he spanked her ass, three rapid-fire and hard swats.

“Ow!”

He repeated the action, and she tried once more to move away.

“Open your legs.”

Sunnie stilled.

“Sunnie,” he murmured, his voice almost a purr.

She parted her thighs, and he ran his fingers along her slit, from clit to ass.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “Yes.”

She lifted her hips toward him, but Landon pulled his fingers away, methodically spanking her a half dozen more times. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but it wasn’t exactly painful. It was… Sunnie struggled to figure it out.

It was something else entirely.

Something hot and sexy.

He alternated every spank with sexy strokes, playing with her clit, toying with her ass.

“Inside me,” she begged. “Put your fingers inside me.”

Her request earned her three more swats, these on her upper thighs.

“Dammit, Landon!” she cried when, once more, he added pressure to her clit while ignoring her empty, clenching pussy. “I can’t take it. I need?—”

“Thought it was a marathon.”

She shot him a looks-could-kill glare over her shoulder, but it only made him laugh. “I’m going to tell my dad and Finn you spanked me. I’m pretty sure they’ll beat you up for that.”

He caressed her sore bottom. “I’m pretty sure they won’t.”

She sighed. “I need—” she started again.

“I know what you need, Sunshine.”

Finally, he pressed two fingers inside her, and she felt as if she could cry with relief.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Wet and hot and tight.”

She pressed her forehead to the mattress, her hips moving toward him practically of their own volition. She was going to explode, splinter apart into a million shining pieces.

Landon moved his fingers in and out as slowly as she’d stripped off her jeans, the pace driving her insane.

“Faster,” she urged.

He didn’t comply.

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