Page 72 of Cop Daddy Next Door

I started to tell her to put that thing away properly due to its X-rated content, but she chose that moment to swallow the head of my shaft. I forgot anything else but warm wet suction and the sounds of her working me into a frenzy.

Dipping back my head into the pillows, I stared at the recessed lights in the ceiling, grateful she wasn’t even slightly shy so I could watch every bit of what she was doing to me. But if I didn’t look away now and then, this was going to be over before we’d really even gotten started.

That was not happening.

Just when I was about to demand she do as I’d requested, she drew her mouth up off me and took a long breath. “A deal’s a deal.”

Shaking back her hair, she crawled over me, her gaze intent. She didn’t even hesitate to aim for my mouth, settling herself there without my help until I banded my hand around her thigh and angled her just right.

Damn, she was probably going to kill me—but I was willing to risk it.

I sealed my mouth over her pussy and wasted no time driving my tongue deep. I’d known she’d be on the verge just from almost getting me off. Already I knew her that well. She didn’t disappoint me, soaking my tongue within just a few strokes through her swollen folds. But that wasn’t enough for me. With my free hand, I arranged her so I could slide first two then three fingers inside her, ruthlessly seeking that place inside her that would make her detonate.

She fought me, squirming away before she couldn’t resist sinking down and giving me total access. Even with her thighs near my ears buffeting some of the sound, her moans filled the room. I couldn’t watch her bouncing around without losing my focus, so I shut my eyes and sucked on her clit as my fingers turned her into a sobbing, writhing mess.

Her hand wove into my hair and she gasped, pulling me back an instant before she let go.

“Give it to me. You think I don’t know how close you are?” I flexed my fingers inside her as I licked my wet lips. “I feel those pulses. I feel how your muscles are tightening around me.”

“I want your cock.” She lifted away from me, taunting me with her wet, reddened flesh for an extra moment before she retreated.

I jerked my wrist in the cuff and threatened her inventively, but she just moved down my body and rubbed her damp pussy over my cock, over and over again, nearly getting herself off yet again, her tongue caught between her teeth.

“You know you want to pound into me.” Her voice was thick, breathless, and she sounded almost as crazed as I did.

Instead of answering, I shifted upward, nearly slipping into her. I stopped myself, but she locked her hands behind her head and stared down at where I was almost inside her.

So, so close.

“You ride the edge.”

“You push me there.” I gritted my teeth. “You know where they are. Stop teasing me and get one.”

“I love teasing you.” She reached down and nudged me back, giving me a hard squeeze. “I love too much about you.” The last she said almost to herself.

I shut my eyes. She wasn’t the only one.

Goddamn Brady and his hormones had gotten me in this position. He was the reason I was trussed up like an overstimulated turkey, thinking things I had no business thinking.

She climbed off me and opened the bedside drawer, grabbing one of the foil packets I was growing to hate. I’d never gone bare with a woman before that night in the truck. Had never even considered it, especially in a town like this.

Now I wanted nothing but. Screw the rules. Screw what might happen.

I just wanted to be inside her, come what may.

When she climbed back on the bed, I grabbed the condom and ripped it open with my teeth. She snatched it back to put it on me, her sure touch messing with my head as much as all the rest.

“I hate it too,” she whispered, making me focus on her face even as she drew me into her.

I couldn’t do anything but take in every nuance of her expression. Her pupils blowing wide as I filled her, her lips parting as she accommodated me. The way her fingers dug into my thighs impatiently when I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

“You wanted me at your mercy,” I managed. “Do your worst.”

She closed her eyes, trying to shut me out even as she began to move. Wildly, jerkily, her nails scraping down my stomach as if she wanted to dish out pain with her pleasure. To punish me for dragging her out of the place where this was just sex into the place I’d been trapped for days. Probably weeks.

Maybe even from the very first night.

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