Page 57 of Cop Daddy Next Door

Clearly, the bastard knew it as he fisted his length and dragged the ruddy head through my soaked folds. “But I do like when you beg. With your mouth and your eyes.” He sucked my lower lip between his teeth. “And especially with this sweet pussy.”

I kissed him back because I was pissed off enough that I didn’t trust my mouth at that moment. I could tell him off later—after I’d come again. He was just contrary enough to leave me hanging.

He slipped his hands under my jersey, sliding up to caress my breasts while we kissed. His thumbs and forefingers twisted my painfully aroused nipples until I couldn’t take another second and ripped away to suck in air.

And call him a few inventive names.

“Take it off.”

I took off the jersey and flung it in his face. He grabbed me, hauling me up so that my legs had no choice but to wind around his hips. Even as he walked backward, I grasped his shaft and jerked it almost roughly between us. I almost hoped he came, effectively ending his little game of sexual torment.

Too bad I’d severely underestimated my opponent.

He carted me down the hall, moving with purpose as if I didn’t have a grip strong enough to cross his eyes. He marched into the bathroom, turning on the light as he went. With one strong yank, he opened the shower curtain and deposited me in the shower/tub.

I turned to play with the dials. He got in behind me, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “Stay just like that.”

His hard cock brushed between my thighs as I turned on the hot water. Too hot, so that I yelped as it streamed over us. His hands found my breasts, and soon I was feeling no pain as I leaned back against him, on the verge of angling just right so he could slide home.

“Fuck, I forgot the damn condom.”

His anguished voice made me laugh even as I felt the same annoyance down to my toes. “Hang on.”

“Oh, I’m hanging.” He dipped his forehead against the tile wall, looking entirely too pretty for a male despite his extra scruff from not shaving for a few days. His thick dark lashes were starred with water and his mouth looked deliciously soft and used.

Though I was still irritated he’d left me in the lurch, I couldn’t resist arching up to plant a quick kiss on his full lips.

His eyes flickered open in surprise. Rather than letting me escape, he fisted my hair and delved into my mouth as if he’d forgotten our other plight entirely.

“I’d be happy here too,” he mumbled into my mouth, gripping his shaft and sliding it up my belly. “Wouldn’t even take long. Then I’d finish you with my mouth.”

“Depends how quick you recover.”

“Like lightning when you’re around.”

I sputtered out water as my giggle turned into full-blown laughter. He pressed his face into my hair, laughing just as hard as I was.

“Or there’s always somewhere else available. No risk of babies back there.”

From the way his eyes sparkled as he moved back, I might as well have just presented him with a gift-wrapped Kawasaki Ninja. “You are my damn dream woman.”

“At least when it comes to sex.” I licked his nipple and darted away.

Those kind of activities were for another day.

I leaned out of the shower, water spraying everywhere as I fumbled to get the cabinet open under the sink. It was hard to search from this angle—and definitely difficult to concentrate on the task at hand due to the thick shaft wedged against my back—but I kept my eye on the prize. I leaned forward farther, cursing my sweet, pregnant sister until I located the duck-shaped basket of loofahs.

“That’s what you needed so desperately?”

“Well, I haven’t showered since yesterday morning. A good loofah is important.” It took all my willpower not to laugh as I rooted through the basket, finally landing on one lonely foil packet. “Score!”

“Hell yes.” He grabbed it from me and had himself sheathed before I could take a full breath. Then he shifted us until the full brunt of the stream of water was hitting his back.

Chivalry truly wasn’t dead, after all.

He bent me forward, pressing his hand into the small of my back until I was bracing my hands on the side of the tub. He took advantage of the position to suck on my neck while his fingers circled my needy clit. “Oh, yeah, still nice and ready for me.”

Without warning, he pushed into me, his invasion from this angle stealing all of my air. I couldn’t breathe without feeling him in what felt like every pore of my body. He was so hard and had stuffed me so full I couldn’t even moan.

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