Page 198 of Hot Cops

Jarod’s erect cock rode high against his stomach, but he didn’t move it back into play. Instead, his next touch came from his fingers. Stroking her clit, he applied a steady pressure until she was squirming beneath him, panting and on the verge of begging. She was so close.

His fingers drifted to her pussy and he pushed two inside. She winced slightly at the sudden invasion. He’d used her hard earlier—just the way she liked.

“Sore?”

“A little.” She didn’t care. “Keep going.”

“You’re a demanding little thing. What part ofI’m in chargeare you struggling with?”

She wanted to call him to task for his words, but before she could utter a sound, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and moved even farther back. The tip of his wet finger rimmed her anus and she froze.

“Want to play?” he asked.

“What did you have in mind?” As if she didn’t know.

He wiggled his finger. “Guess.”

She tried to think of a witty response, but her mind was drawing a complete blank. Jarod had sexed her stupid. “Okay. Play away.”

He reached into the nightstand drawer and, for a moment, she thought she might have been smarter to ask for more details when he pulled out a tube of lubrication.

Jarod pressed some lube onto his finger then rubbed it around her anus. “This might make things a bit easier.”

She struggled to take a breath as he continued to rub the lube around the tight hole.

Slowly he applied more force, the finger going deeper into her ass with each subtle pass. She wasn’t a stranger to anal play. She’d bought a butt plug at a sex shop once because she was curious about the act. However, her solo attempts had fallen flat, and she’d given up before she’d really tried. Her plug play was nothing compared to Jarod’s explorations.

He delved deeper and Stephanie moved into each thrust, trying to capture more of the refreshingly wicked feeling.

Once his finger was completely lodged in her ass, he wiggled it inside her.

“Dear God.” She rested her face against the pillow, her pussy empty and jealous. She was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms. She just needed…more. “Jarod. Please.”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck. “You look so beautiful.”

Damn him. With his soft touches and sweet words, Jarod was making it hard for her to remain aloof. Sex was sex. It had never meant anything more.

But with him, it felt like itdidmean more. It felt like it mattered. He was getting under her skin and touching parts of her she’d thought impenetrable.

She tried to shake off the unwelcome thought. She’d made a commitment to her friends. Three years of hard work and dedication to make Books and Brew a success. She had one more year left on that promise. She didn’t have time for a serious relationship. Shit. She didn’t even want a man in her life. Did she? In the past, she’d always been happy to be footloose and fancy-free. Why would she invite this complication?

Jarod’s cock washed away all her anxieties and troubling thoughts as it breached the opening of her cunt. His finger was still buried deep in her ass and, as he thrust inside, she was caught up in a tidal wave of red-hot sensations.

Placing her hands flat against the headboard, she forced her body back as Jarod propelled forward. She saw flashing lights behind her closed eyelids as she strained for more—harder, deeper. She loved rough sex, craved it. In the past, she’d never found a lover willing to step over that line between pleasure and pain. Jarod didn’t just step over. He bought property and moved in. With his finger and his cock, he proved his willingness to give her exactly what she wanted.

They moved together in a flurry of hard, fast motions, and Stephanie couldn’t keep quiet as she came. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She fell face-first into the pillow, her body trembling with her orgasm.

Jarod’s voice mixed with hers, and his hand tightened on her hip as he joined her. “God dammit,” he groaned, his pleasure sounding almost like agony.

Stephanie faded in and out of consciousness for several minutes—dizzy, light-headed, overwhelmed. She felt Jarod leave her body, heard him walk to the bathroom. She was vaguely aware of him returning to the bed, crawling in beside her and spooning her. The last thing she recalled was his hot breath on the back of her neck and his quietly muttered, “Good night.”

When she opened her eyes again, morning was breaking. A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told her it was almost six a.m. She’d spent the entire night—with Jarod. She sighed. She wasn’t an overnight kind of girl. Always in the past, she’d either left or shown her lover to the door before falling asleep. Last night with Jarod, she hadn’t had the strength to drive home.

It was Jarod’s fault. He’d well and thoroughly fucked her.

Liar. You didn’t want to leave.

He’d wrapped her up in his strong arms and she’d been too enthralled by the feelings surrounding her to even consider escape. Now, with the harsh light of day, she knew it was time to go. Rising slowly, she crept from the bed, quietly pulling on her pants and bra. Her shirt and sandals were somewhere between here and the living room. Finding an old receipt and a pen on the nightstand, she scratched out a quick note.

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