Page 195 of Hot Cops

“I think we’ve entered the party-naked phase of the evening,” she teased.

“Thank God for that.”

She pulled her bra off, dropping it to the floor. For one long moment, Jarod was rooted to the spot. Stephanie was built. He was a breast man and proud of it. Her breasts were full, perky and made for sucking. Unable to resist, he bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth, claiming the other with his hand.

She gasped at his hasty touch before reaching up, gripping his hair tightly in her fingers. “God that feels good,” she murmured as he increased the suction, teasing the tight nub with his teeth.

He switched breasts, pushing slightly until Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed. He followed her down, kneeling on the floor between her legs. “I want to fuck you here,” he said, pinpointing his desire by dragging his tongue along the valley between her breasts.

“Mmm. Okay. I have a bit of free time now. I think I could work you into my schedule.”

He chuckled at her haste. He shared that same impatience. He wanted to take her a thousand different ways at once. One night wouldn’t be enough.

“Later. After.” She’d reduced his vocabulary down to single words. Soon he’d be grunting like a fucking caveman. He gripped the waistband of her jeans and panties. She rose slightly, helping him pull them over her legs and off. The second she was naked, he pushed her legs apart and bent forward once more, this time aiming lower.

She moaned loudly as he swept his tongue along the slit between her legs, getting his first taste of her sweet juices. Her hands flew to his shoulders, and he suspected she was simply looking for something solid to hang on to. Her legs hung loosely off the edge of his bed as he rubbed her clit with his tongue, rapidly.

“Fuck. I could come right now.” Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her grip almost painful. He wondered if he’d have bruises there tomorrow. Her rough passion matched his.

“Do it,” he urged, nipping her clit with his teeth as he pushed one, then two fingers into her pussy. He’d thrust no more than half a dozen times when her inner muscles contracted, clenching forcefully against him, flooding his fingers with her arousal. Her climax was fast, hard, and he liked how vocal she was.

“God, yes,” she yelled. “Jesus, Jarod.”

He continued to press inside, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. He felt light-headed from a lack of blood supply to the brain. His cock was about to burst. He’d been too hard, too long. He’d warned her the first round would be fast, but as she continued to thrust and gyrate against his fingers, he worried this inaugural event would actually be a solo mission. He was seconds away from coming in his pants.

Jarod pulled away slowly, taking several deep, painful breaths as he tried to calm the demands of his own body. For a few moments, both of them remained still. Stephanie had fallen back on the bed, her breathing heavy, labored as she recovered.

He closed his eyes and counted to twenty. When that failed to bring his cock under control, he headed to fifty.

He was on sixty-two when Stephanie spoke. “You okay?”

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Shaking his head, he tried to smile. “If I try to take off my jeans, I’m going to come.”

She reacted exactly as he expected. She laughed, a beautiful, trilling sound that resonated right to the heart of him. Stephanie might not believe in love at first sight, but he sure as hell was starting to.

After a few mirthful moments, she sat up, her face still covered with a mischievous grin. “How about if we’re veery, veery careful?”

“This isn’t funny.”

“You’re right,” she said, her voice belying her words, “this is a serious situation.”

“Laugh it up now, bar girl, because I promise you, payback is a bitch.”

She wasn’t chastened. “Stand up.”

He took one more deep, steadying breath and gritted his teeth as he rose. His cock twitched and his eyes drifted closed as the denim rubbed against a sensitive pressure point.

“Wow,” she said, looking up at him from where she sat on his bed. “You weren’t lying. Youareclose.”

She reached out to grip his waistband and he grabbed her wrists. “Gently,” he cautioned.

“Don’t worry,” she said as she slowly worked his jeans over his hips. “I have a plan.”

He held his breath as she worked the material of his pants and boxers away from his cock. Jarod didn’t suck in an ounce of air until he felt his jeans hit his ankles. For a split second, he thought he was home-free. He’d take a few minutes to get his act together then he’d put on a condom and give Miss Harper a hard, albeit fast, ride.

That plan was wiped away the second Stephanie’s lips engulfed the head of his cock.

“Fuck!” He gripped her head, intent on pushing her away, but she moved fast, taking him deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

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