Page 223 of Hot Cops

Evan recalled the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth, the pleasure she’d given him. Now it was her turn. He knelt before her, grasping her ankle to guide one leg over his shoulder. It left her pussy level with his mouth and open, his for the taking.

He drew his tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet juices, soaking in the sound of her startled but aroused, “Oh!”

Evan cupped her ass as he held her pussy to his mouth. He used his teeth to tease her clit before dipping his tongue inside her. Annie jerked, so he tightened his grip, holding her still for his sensual assault.

“God, Evan.”

He savored her cries as he moved his hands, using them to separate the globes of her ass. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as his fingers drifted toward her anus. She was gyrating wildly and oh so close to coming. He knew her tells. Years spent as lovers had made him an expert on Annie’s orgasms. Not that he’d been utilizing that knowledge the way he should have lately.

He ran one fingertip around the rim of her anus. She gasped then closed her eyes.

“Please.” The word escaped on a hungry whisper.

Anal play was one area they hadn’t explored in the past. Annie has always pulled away whenever he made the suggestion and he respected her boundaries. Given her response to his touch, he regretted giving up so easily.

Evan shifted away for a moment. It took only a few seconds for Annie to realize he didn’t intend to return to her pussy.

Her eyes opened, finding his. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He deliberating kept his voice low, the tone rife with warning. He pressed one finger into her pussy, letting the juices of her arousal coat it. Then he dragged it back and pushed it into her ass.

Annie’s gaze never left his. He waited for her to struggle, to try to escape, to refuse the touch, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched him. Let him expose her to the new experience.

He didn’t move quickly, careful to read her expressions, looking for any sign of discomfort. He saw none. Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he paused. He knew what he wanted, but he also knew now wasn’t the place or time. He’d need to prepare her for the experience. And they needed lube.

Even so, he wanted to ramp up her anticipation, play with her mind as much as her body to enhance the experience. The dominant Lieutenant who’d taken her into custody with the intention of using her wouldn’t care about her comfort.

“I’m going to fuck you here.”Eventually.

She blinked rapidly, her brows creasing. Evan schooled his features, careful not to grin at her obvious uncertainty. The sensual threat increased his desire when he realized something—she wanted to say no, but she also wanted to say yes.

She wants to say yes?

He took a deep breath, cataloging that information for later. He may have impulsively jumped on board the kinky train, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting off at the next stop. Evan fully planned to ride this thing all the way to the end of the line. They would need years to indulge all the sexy ways he wanted to take his wife. And anal sex had just jumped to the top of the list.

“Stop thinking, Ms. Iser. I wasn’t asking your permission. Merely telling you what’s going to happen.”

Annie digested that information quickly, then like the sun emerging through dark clouds after a storm, her face cleared, her confusion passed.

Evan slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in—once, twice—before removing it completely. She was gasping once more, her arousal fired to full blast within seconds.

Then he stood and stepped away from her.

Annie frowned, the anger he’d seen when he’d first pulled her over reemerging. “Wait, I was close.”

She was damn close. Which was why he’d stopped.

“And you’re going to get closer still, but you’re forgetting why you’re here. This night is about your punishment and my pleasure.” That wasn’t entirely true—he had no intention of leaving her unsatisfied—but the way her body flushed and her nipples tightened every time he spoke of her incarceration told him she liked that fantasy. One of her favorite roles whenever they used to play was that of the captive. She loved the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration as she tried to escape. She never failed to put up a fight. Her aggression and failure to submit triggered the Dom in him and those nights—the rough fucking, the explosive passion—had been the most incredible of his life.

How had they traveled so far from there to here?

“Evan, please, I need?—”

He stood quickly, grasping her hair roughly. “You will call me Lieutenant. Continue to forget and you won’t enjoy the consequences.”

A soft moan escaped her lips. Annie tried to take a step closer to him, fighting the bondage to rub against him. She was sex and sin rolled into one. It would be far too easy for him to uncuff her, toss her to the ground and pound into her sweet body all night.

He tightened his grip, holding her away from him. “Say ‘yes sir’.”

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