Page 24 of Hot Cops

Her honeymoon. Their first time together and he was making a damn joke.

She laughed. God, she loved him. “Had your fun?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t this how you imagined sex with me would be?”

She frowned. “How the hell did you know that?”

“You told me so the night of Teagan’s wedding. You’d had too much champagne and I foolishly mentioned that we’d never kissed.”

She nodded, recalling her heartless reply. “You wanted to kiss me that night.”

“It was midnight. New Year’s. Besides, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Always known?—”

“That we were perfect for each other,” she finished.

He grinned. “Yep.”

“But that night, I said you and I could never be together romantically because we were too different.”

“Because I was too boring and you were too wild.” He repeated her reasoning.

“You aren’t boring, Aaron. You’ve never been boring. I don’t know why?—”

“You were having a bad night, Riley. I understood.”

She leaned up to kiss him. She’d been a bitch to him far too often in the past and he’d never left her side, never failed to support her. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” His smile was easy, genuine. “I got my way in the end.”

She laughed. “Because you’re stubborn.”

“Determined.”

“Shut up and kiss me, sugar.”

He bent down, his lips hard and possessive. His hips began to thrust and she marveled over the fact he’d been inside her the entire time they’d talked. It felt so natural. He began to move faster and she had to push away from his lips, gasp for air as he took complete ownership of her body. She tightened her legs around his waist, moaning when he reached down with one hand to touch her clit.

“Oh my God,” she cried as he rubbed the sensitive, throbbing flesh. “So good.”

He continued to pound inside her pussy, caressing her clit until she exploded in orgasm. She screamed at the incredible sensations pummeling her body but Aaron never wavered, dragging out the climax until she feared she’d pass out. As the feeling began to wane, she felt him pull out of her body.

“Roll over.” His voice was deep, commanding, and she responded to it in an instant. “Hands and knees. I’m not finished with you.”

She shivered at his hot words, surrendering control into his very capable hands. The moment she got into position, he was back inside her, his cock thrusting so deeply, she couldn’t hold back her cries of delight. Within moments, she felt another climax building. Christ, he was going to kill her with all this pleasure. He reached around to grip her breasts, halting their movement as they swung under his forceful motions. He pinched her nipples while telling her all the dirty, lovely things he wanted to do to her.

His words—as much as his powerful fucking—pushed her over the edge again. Her body shuddered as it came down from the most intense orgasm of the century. She collapsed on her stomach, struggling to catch her breath.

“Not finished yet,” Aaron whispered, kissing the nape of her neck.

“You’re going to have to go on without me.” Her words were muffled by the pillow. “Think I died halfway through that last orgasm.”

He chuckled but remained undaunted. He rolled her onto her back. “One more, Riley,” he insisted. “One more time, together.”

He came over her once more, nudging her legs apart. This time he took her the way he’d promised at the beginning. His motions were slow, steady and loving, and her body embraced them. Every pulse of his cock teased her sensitive flesh, driving her to the peak. She’d never come this easily, this quickly.

Aaron thrust deeply one last time and she gave herself up to the feeling and to him. He cried out above her, his climax driving hers even higher.

“Love you,” he said as his cock erupted inside her, filling her with his come. “God, I love you, Riley.”

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