Page 164 of Hot Cops

“My cock is going to explode. Are you close?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her fingers familiar with this motion. She was no stranger to masturbation and she knew all too well how to get herself off. Even so, this was way faster and so much hotter than anything she’d ever done. Knowing Blake was on the other end of the phone, imagining his hand stroking his own cock, his head thrown back against his couch with his eyes closed. It was as if he was sitting right in front of her, each of them performing their shows in person.

“Push two fingers into that hot cunt. Shove them in deep and fast.”

Chloe knew what would happen if she did that. Her climax would be inevitable.

“Do it. Now, Chloe.”

She pressed her fingers deep, thrusting them, pretending it was Blake’s cock that was pounding inside her.

“Add another finger, baby. Make it bigger, thicker.”

She obeyed, not bothering to slow her rhythm. She released the table and added her other hand to the game, fingering her clit, touching that one spot…that one place that made her…

She cried out loudly. “Oh my God. Blake.” Chloe doubled over, her head flying toward her lap as her orgasm racked her frame. It was potent, powerful. Overwhelming.

She could tell from Blake’s rough grunts that he was with her. She closed her eyes, letting herself see the jets of come erupting from his cock, landing on his shirt as the stroking of his hand slowed.

For several long moments, the phone line was quiet except for the soft sound of Blake’s breathing. He was obviously listening to the same thing from her.

“You still there, baby?”

She grinned, dragging her fingers from her body, struggling to sit upright once more. “I’m going to need another shower.”

He chuckled. “Wish I was there to scrub your back.”

“That’s all you’d scrub?”

“You ready to go again? So soon?”

She groaned at the thought. If he were here, she’d definitely give it the college try, but the truth was she was zapped. While the flu had passed, she suspected she was still a few days away from full-strength. “No. Unfortunately, I’m not.”

He seemed to understand. “I’ll take a rain check for the shower.”

Damn man kept making these grand assumptions about their future. Granted, her actions weren’t helping to dissuade him. Even so, she still had too much pride for her own good.

“You may be waiting a damn long time to collect on that. I’m still not planning to see you after the photo shoot.”

Blake wasn’t deterred. “You will. So when are we meeting to take the pictures?”

She glanced at the clock. She really did need to shower and dress then gather up her stuff for the shoot with Ned. She was in serious danger of being late. “What does tomorrow look like?” She hadn’t scheduled anything for Sunday, pretending it was so she wouldn’t miss Sunday dinner. Now that she was asking, she knew it was because she’d intended to give Sunday to him.

“I’m on-duty.”

Chloe tried to ignore her disappointment.

“But I’m off next Sunday.”

So it would be another whole week before she saw him again. Silently, she chastised herself. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be over Blake Mills, not counting the minutes until she saw him again.

She tried to chalk up her weakness to the flu. Clearly she was still sick and not thinking clearly. “How about next Sunday afternoon after dinner at Mama’s then? We’re usually finished eating by two, so we’ll have a few hours of good light.”

“Is that an invitation to dinner?” he asked.

“Are you sure you really want to push your luck and step into the lion’s den again?”

“Mama Lewis will protect me. She likes me.”

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