Page 40 of Beauty and the Cop
Her eyes fall closed, a choked sob on her lips.
I hold still, trying not to drown in the tight heat of her pussy and the way she arches above me. I curl my fingers around her hips, holding her still so she doesn't hurt herself.
Inch by inch, I slide her down, until her ass is flush against my thighs and she's so full of me that she's whimpering my name, her whole body shaking.
"Open your eyes, baby," I groan. I want her to see me as we make love. I want her to know this night is real. Not some dream or fantasy she satisfied herself with while I took my sweet time working up the nerve to confess how I feel about her, but the real deal. This is me and her.
Her eyes flutter open, focusing on me.
I lift her up then, gritting my teeth as my cock slides damn near all the way from her luscious body. I lower her again, letting us both feel every thick inch of me driving deep inside of her.
"Noah," she sobs. "I'm so full."
I grip her tighter when her ass settles fully onto my hips, and then lift her up again. Christ, she looks wanton above me, her breasts begging for attention.
When she shifts toward me, I lean up to pull a nipple into my mouth. She cries out, tossing her head back. I lave one nipple and then the other with my teeth and tongue, feeling out every little ridge and pebble, memorizing them with my lips.
Elsie rocks above me, my cock sliding in and out of her perfect body. The slide and slap of skin on skin fills my ears as the scent of her arousal fills the room. The scent and sound of sex, of me and her, spears through me, twisting my guts and tightening my balls.
I release her nipple, leaning back against the chaise.
She writhes above me, rocking her hips as I lift mine to meet her. I can't breathe through the sensations tearing through me. I have to make her come again, sooner rather than later, because I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
"Elsie, fuck," I grunt when she rocks her hips again, pushing me deeper, harder into her.
Her mouth falls open, that sweet note of pain and pleasure twisting her lips. "Noah, I—"
"Look at you, gorgeous girl," I groan, unable to keep my eyes off the sight of her flushed, gorgeous body impaled on my dick. "You look so beautiful riding my cock."
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, and guide her up and down, up and down, until the room pulses with the sound of her riding my cock.
Sweet fucking Christ, this is what I was made for.
She's wild above me, her nails scraping down my shoulders as she chokes out my name, sobbing it.
"This is us, baby." I groan when she rocks above me faster, her inner walls beginning to flutter. "You're not coming for a fantasy tonight. You're coming for me, Dimples."
The intense look of joy on her face, the pure bliss radiating from her, damn near unmans me.
"Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock," I growl, sliding my hands up her ribs and dragging my thumbs across her nipples, pinching until she shudders. She's so goddamn beautiful, undone and burning and completely mine.
"Noah!" she cries out, rocking against me even faster. Her walls flutter faster, faster. She drops down, and I hold her there, grinding my hips into her, hitting that magical spot.
She comes apart above me, sobbing my name, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I'll feel the marks for days. I want to feel them for days. I want to look in the mirror and see her marks and remember how she took everything I gave her and more.
Her pussy clamps around me, clenching and squeezing, and I nearly black out from the force of it. It feels so fucking good.
I shout wordlessly, slamming her down on my cock and grinding into her.
My own orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami, raging through me so intensely, I can't move through the pleasurablepain. I can't breathe through it, either. All I can do is moan her name as I spill into her, filling her with everything I am.
When she finally collapses against my chest, we're both exhausted, but I can't stop grinning.
"Elsie," I whisper her name, brushing little kisses across her face. My heart hammers in my chest, pounding for her. "I love you."
She hums, her breath a soft sigh across my cheek. Within seconds, she's asleep, curled against my chest.
I lie there for long moments, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against me. I could get used to this. I hope she can, too. If she leaves me now, she'll break me. If admitting that makes me a pussy, I'll accept that title. Hell, I'll wear it with pride, just like my father has, and my grandfather, and likely my great-grandfather before him. The men in my family aren't afraid to love a good woman.
