Page 29 of Hot Cops

“Seeing as how it’s your fault.”

She reached above her head, her palms lying flat against the headboard to support herself. She loved fast, hard fucks.

Lucky him. So did he.

He put just the head of his cock inside her, looking down to admire her body. Her ass was warm to the touch. He rubbed it, savoring the heat until she squirmed and tried to push against him.

He placed another smack on her bottom, a hard one, and she groaned. “You will wait for me, Riley.”

“Dammit, Aaron.” Her words were muffled, her face buried in the pillow.

He hit her again on the other ass cheek. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

She shuddered and he knew the effort it took for her to bite her tongue. He had no doubt once she’d gotten her orgasm, she would read him the riot act for acting like a superior ass. He smacked her again.

It would be worth it.

After several more blows, she gave him the one word he’d been waiting for.

“God, Aaron,please.”

To hell with restraint. He wanted her—badly. He pushed in with one forceful thrust. She screamed and he felt the climax he’d denied her earlier start to return. She used her hands against the headboard, working in counter-rhythm to his motions, increasing the power of each incredible shove into her hot body.

She came, but he refused to acknowledge it. Refused to give up his personal heaven on earth so soon. Over and over he moved into her body, his grip on her hips tight as he pulled her toward him. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

Her second climax came, stronger than the first, and he let it pull him into the vortex. “God, Riley.” The words came out on a groan and she mimicked it with a moan of her own.

“Jesus, Aaron. You’re going to kill me.”

He pulled free of her body, only to help her flip onto her back. She trembled when he pushed his half erect cock back inside. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew he wasn’t ready to part from her yet. She sighed contentedly and stretched her arms above her head.

Resting his weight on his elbows, he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. When they pulled apart, he pressed his forehead to hers, fighting back the grin trying to claw its way onto his face. His eyes must have given him away because she scowled at him.

“Cocky bastard.”

“It was good, admit it.” He kissed her again but didn’t give her a chance to escape.

“It was tolerable.” She shrugged noncommittally as she said the words but he wasn’t fooled.

“It was awesome, Riley. The best.”

“Don’t get carried away, sugar.”

“Say it, Mrs. Young. Say ‘You just rocked my world, Aaron’.”

She snorted with laughter. “If I say it, will you let me go to sleep, you lunatic.”

“Only if you say it and mean it.”

He was shocked to see her face—usually playful—sober up. “You rock my world, Aaron.”

He immediately noticed she’d changed the tense of the verb. “I love you, Riley.” She hadn’t given the words back yet, but he wasn’t worried. He knew she’d fight admitting that emotion harder than she would the marriage. He didn’t mind. He knew her feelings even if she didn’t, and he was nothing if not patient. He moved off her body, twisting her until they were spooning.

“Good night, Aaron.”

“Night, angel.”

She giggled softly and he could tell by the sound she’d be asleep within the next minute.

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