Page 178 of Hot Cops

“No, Chloe. Open your eyes. Watch me.”

She obeyed. The command forced her to see as well as feel. It was a potent combination. Most men viewed this act as a chore. Blake clearly did not. He pressed his tongue inside her pussy and she bit her lip, fighting not to come so quickly. She was trying to play hard to get, but that game would only work if she didn’t have an orgasm every time Blake looked in her direction.

Then she wondered why she was resisting. Blake was a very generous lover, never stopping when she’d come just once. She released a long breath and gave herself over to the magic of his lips, tongue and fingers. She was seconds away from complete bliss when Blake pulled away.

She frowned. “Wait.”

“Who’s in charge, Chloe?”

Damn him. He had her over a barrel and he knew it. She didn’t bother to protest. This game was over before it started. “You are.”

He smiled, the expression transforming his entire face. He was so handsome he took her breath away. The tight lines around his mouth, the haunted look in his eyes had faded. She suspected it would take some time before they vanished for good. Maybe they never would. Given Blake’s painful childhood, perhaps he’d never totally escape the bad memories. But she sure as hell intended to distract him for the next fifty years or so.

“Remember you said that.” He spoke lightly enough, but there was something behind the warning that triggered alarm bells.

“Okay.”

“You’re not to come without permission.”

And that was the sound of the other shoe falling. He gave her a wicked wink then resumed his place between her legs, driving her arousal higher and higher, while offering no reprieve.

She was trembling and panting, begging, but Blake ignored her. His tongue wiggled against her clit as he drove three fingers inside her, deep and hard. Just when she knew she’d fail, he withdrew, giving her time to recover before starting the same glorious torture over. And over. When he dragged one wet finger lower, pressing it just inside her anus, she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

“Blake. Please.”

Chloe wasn’t sure what he heard in her voice, but he lifted his head. “Come, baby.”

With that, he pushed the finger at her ass in all the way while pressing his tongue inside her pussy. She thrashed and cried out loudly as her body exploded into a million bright, shiny pieces.

The moment she came down, Blake was there. He untied her arms then thrust his cock in with one strong push. She was back up in an instant, her body reacting to his hard fucking as if she hadn’t just had the most incredible orgasm in the history of sex.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to cling to him. Maybe she was still harboring some fears of her own. She didn’t believe he’d leave her again, but even as she thought it, she realized her heart wouldn’t survive losing him.

“Love you,” she whispered, the words coming out in a harsh pant as Blake drove into her like a man possessed.

How long would it take the two of them to feel confident that this time it would stick, it would last?

“I love you, Chloe. God, so much. So fucking much.” As he spoke, he stroked her clit, her hot button. He played her body like a violin. Her back arched as she screamed. Best of all, Blake was right there with her. He stiffened, jet after jet of come filling her.

Once they recovered, Blake fell to her side, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist. “Damn. I always thought I’d built our sexcapades up in my mind over the years. Made them bigger than they really were.”

Chloe laughed, turning to face him. “I thought the same thing.”

“It’s actually better than I remembered. Off the charts. I swear I thought my cock was going to explode.”

She moved her face closer, the two of them rubbing noses playfully. “We’re quite a pair.”

“Yeah. We sure are. I should warn you. I still have my fair share of pride. I’m just a bit better about keeping it contained.”

She grinned, kissing him lightly. “Well, my temper is just as bad as ever and I’m not even trying to keep it under control. You’re just gonna have to deal.”

Blake ruffled her hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that. I’m not worried. I have a feeling we’re going to be okay from this point on.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“What do you mean?”

She lifted one shoulder. “We’re going to have to break the news that we’re dating again to my brothers.”

Blake fell to his back and released a long breath. “Damn. We were so close to that happy ending.”

She giggled, punching his shoulder. “Chicken shit. You can break it to them at Sunday dinner.”

Blake rolled toward her, pulling her underneath him as he slid into her once more. “Okay. But I’m warning you right now. I’m bringing my gun.”

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