Page 196 of Hot Cops

He was a goner. She sucked him deeply, retreating only twice before taking him all the way to her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and she moaned. It wasn’t a pained sound; rather, it had a sexy, do-that-again tone. He pulled with more force and she hummed. The vibrations pushed him over the cliff and into the abyss. He came quickly and Stephanie was there, drinking down every red-hot drop.

When she released him, Jarod dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling her face to his. He needed to kiss her. She was rocking his world, pulling him from his comfortable existence and showing him paradise.

Their tongues tangled for dominance. Jarod pushed her back, rising to crawl over her. He kicked off his pants as he moved, resting on his elbows as he devoured her. She met him halfway, wrapping her legs around his hips and welcoming his kisses with warm ones of her own.

He’d never been much for kissing. He figured it was a part of foreplay women expected and wanted, but he’d never found much pleasure in the act as a whole. For him, it was a means to an end, a way to get into a woman’s pants.

Kissing Stephanie opened his eyes to a whole new world. He gripped her face, tilting it this way and that as he let himself be swept away by the overwhelming sensation of his lips pressing against hers. He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but he was aware of his cock thickening against her thigh.

Stephanie turned her head, gasping for a breath, and he reluctantly let her go. “Round two already? Thought there was going to be a two-hour break.”

He grinned. “What can I say? You’ve stirred up the hornet’s nest.”

“So hurry up and sting me.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I’d like to revise my previous statement. I’m thinking several times isn’t as far out of the ballpark as I thought.”

“Lucky me.” She reached down and grasped his cock in her hands. He sucked in a deep breath.

“Jesus, I love your hands on me.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

Turning, he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.

“Let me.” She took the foil wrapper from his hands and mercifully had it in place in two shakes. He expected the blowjob to take the edge off his arousal, but that wasn’t turning out to be the case.

Stephanie placed the head of his cock at her opening. Both of them paused and looked at each other. Jarod wasn’t sure what Stephanie’s feelings were, but tonight was ranking fairly high on his list of best nights ever. He moved closer, kissing her as he pressed into her body. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer as her arms encircled his neck.

They were connected at every point, their bodies merging as he pushed to the hilt in a continuous forward motion. Both of them moaned in unison when he completed the journey home.

Moving closer, he let his lips explore her face, drifting down to her neck. As he notched up the intensity of his kisses, Stephanie writhed beneath him.

“God,” she whispered when he bit her shoulder. “Fuck me, Jarod. Hard. I want to feel you. All of you.”

It was a beautiful invitation and a sentiment he shared. She’d awakened something primitive inside him, and he felt the need to claim her, mark her, destroy her for anyone else but him.

He gripped her legs and dragged them over his shoulders. He wanted her open, vulnerable, under his control. She shivered slightly as he studied her face.

Without speaking, he took her. Exactly as she’d asked. He retreated rapidly, pistoning back into her body without cease. Her cries grew louder, more frantic as her pussy clenched around his cock, silently begging for more.

“Harder,” she yelled, and he took her at her word. Her legs were locked around his neck and her hands gripped his upper arms, seeking support. She met him blow for glorious blow. He cupped her ass in his palms, loving the firm handfuls she provided. He tightened his grip and she gasped. He started to release her, but she cried out, “No! Harder!”

Impossible as it seemed, his cock thickened even more with her demand. She wanted exactly what he wanted. Hell, she wanted more than he’d ever dreamed of taking from a woman. He slapped her ass and she groaned.

“Again,” she begged.

He smacked the other cheek, his hips still thrusting, moving inside her body with the force of a freight train. He smacked her several more times, alternating the placement and power of his blows, then he reached down and touched her clit.

She exploded, screaming as she came. Jarod couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist the pressure of her cunt as it clamped down on his cock. He burrowed deeper, faster, and felt his eyes roll back into his head as he came.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck.”

His wits were shattered, his resistance to this woman and what she would mean to him utterly destroyed. He didn’t move from her body. Instead, he dropped to his elbows and together, they struggled to find their breath. With each gasp, each pant, her breasts rubbed against his chest, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want her once again.

Stephanie stirredand glanced around at her unfamiliar surroundings. Then she remembered. Jarod’s bedroom. She’d slept the sleep of the dead and wouldn’t be surprised to discover she’d been unconscious for years. Typically she was a light sleeper, but he’d worn her out—deliciously so.

A light kiss brushed her shoulder and she realized what—or should she say who—had woken her.

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