Page 39 of Beauty and the Cop
"It's okay, baby. I just need to know so I don't hurt you tonight."
She turns her head slowly, just enough that I can see the side of her face, her cheek pressed to the wall, lips parted, a single curl glued to her forehead with sweat. She's embarrassed, and I hate that I caused it. I hate everyone who ever made her feel like it was something to be ashamed of or something to hide.
Fuck that. It's her body, her choice. Anyone who doesn't like what she chooses to do with it can get fucked.
She swallows, then, "Yes," she whispers, the word trembling. "I've used toys, but I've never…"
I kiss her once, softly, right over her clit. "Thank you for trusting me," I murmur.
She shudders, and I feel the tremor all the way to my core.
I nudge my nose into the softness of her thigh, and then I'm drowning in her again, licking, sucking, eating her like I'll neverget another chance. I want her to come for me—want her to come apart on my fingers, in my mouth, whatever she needs.
She's so fucking responsive. Every swipe of my tongue has her gasping, every flick against her clit makes her shake. I keep my fingers moving inside her, fucking her slow and deep, twisting just a little to hook her G-spot. She cries out, the sound ricocheting off the walls.
"Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue," I plead with her, knowing I have to get her there soon. Before the raging, frantic need and the wild rush of blood through my veins rips me apart entirely. I bury my face in her pussy again, thrusting my tongue inside of her, licking up every drop I can as she claws at the wall above me.
She cries out for me and comes hard. The hot flow of honey washes across my face and drips down my chin, halfway down my chest. I snarl a string of curses as she comes for me, so hard she's a wild thing above me.
"Fuck me," she begs as her inner walls contract and flutter. "Please, Noah."
I snatch her up and practically run for the chaise. No way in hell is our first time going to be with her pressed against the wall. Maybe our fifth, or sixth.
I settle down on the ugly chaise, swinging her onto my lap.
She immediately pushes me back, leaning down over me. "I want to taste you," she whispers, her eyes wide and dilated. "I've been dreaming about it, Noah."
"Oh, sweet, merciful Jesus," I groan when her lips close over the head of my cock, sucking me into her mouth.
She wraps one hand around the base, cupping my balls with the other.
I grab handfuls of her hair as gently as I can, pulling it back out of the way so I can see her lips wrapped around my dick. The wayher head bobs as she takes me deep into her mouth and holds me there for a moment is heaven.
She eases off, swirls her tongue around my head, and then takes me into her mouth again, until I feel her choking around me.
A litany of curses pours from my lips as I lift my hips and then snap them back again so her throat closes around the head of my cock again. It feels so fucking good.
She massages my balls, cupping and releasing them. Her soft hand is perfect. So is her mouth.
It's only a few seconds before I can't take it anymore. I need to be buried inside of her now, or this night will be over before it even starts.
"No more," I gasp.
She takes mercy on me, sliding my cock from her mouth. She looks up at me with wild, triumphant eyes.
I groan aloud at the way she swipes her tongue across her lips.
How can one woman make me feel this out of control?
"Please," she whispers.
She doesn't have to ask me twice.
I lift her until she's straddling over me, my cock notched at her opening. "We need to—"
I lose whatever I meant to say as she slowly sinks down, the head of my cock slipping inside.
We cry out together, her heat searing me.
