Page 4 of Saved By the Mafia Loverboy

“Turn off your cop brain and just enjoy it. I rented it out for us.”

If I wasn’t mistaken she was pleasantly surprised by that fact. Never mind the fact that the power that she had clearly disdained for helping free me from her attempt at punishment had been the very same power that had gotten us his private rendezvous.

“Sit.” I gestured to the table, set with a silver table setting and a bottle of Moscato, the same brand she’d bought at the store the other night. If she drank it at home, she’d drink with me too.

Kitty, who I preferred to think of now as Murphy, seemed to relax and enjoy dinner. We laughed quite a bit too, which was nice. She had a great laugh, and a great smile. If she was beautiful in her uniform, she was drop-dead gorgeous when she was happy.

The evening neared an end and I wanted to invite her back to my place—well a safe house anyway—but she stood to leave, and that was my cue that she wasn’t quite ready for that step yet.

“I had a good time with you, Cam.” She picked up her clutch and tucked it under her arm. I stood to join her.

“Leaving?” She smelled like lilacs fresh in spring when the southerly breeze warms the city.

“Have to. Work tomorrow.” She shrugged. “Want to come back to my place? We can have a night cap. That way if I fall asleep I don’t have to worry about driving home.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I left a few crisp one-hundred-dollar bills on the table to cover our meal and followed her out. Her ass swayed as she walked, and all I could think about was riding that dress up around her waist and bending her over, but I behaved myself.

I figured I was in for, at the very least, a little action, so when we got to her place and she brought out a few brewskis for us, I had a hard time controlling myself. She was nice, but what I really wanted was to dive between her legs and take my fill. I kept her talking until she was slurring her words, at least four beers in after several glasses of wine.

“Hey, Murphy.” I set my bottle on the table and reached for her cuffs, set on the end table next to her badge and gun. The keys that hung on her belt and an assortment of other things—pepper spray, gum, ChapStick—sat next to them.

“Woah, you can’t have those,” she mumbled, swatting at them. I grinned at her, catching her arm and slapping one cuff on her wrist. I expected her to fight back a little, make it more fun for me, but she smirked. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I stood, forcing her to come with me, and before she could even get off the couch all the way, I had her by the waist. I swept my leg beneath her, knocking her off her feet and laying her down hastily by the coffee table. She laughed, beginning to put up a fight as I held one arm over her head and grabbed the other. The cuffs held her there unable to get free.

“Not funny, Cam. Let me go.” She shook her head, her heavy eyes slowly opening and closing.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? There has to be a reason why you invited me to your place. How about we see where this goes.” I slid my hand up her skirt between her thighs. She gasped when my fingers touched her damp panties.

“Shit, Cam.” Murphy pulled at the cuffs, her eyes now wide with fright. “Let me go.”

“Is that what you really want?” I asked her, sliding the panties to the side. She had more moisture than I thought, and I wanted to taste it. I pushed my fingers into her, sinking them deep. She moaned, and I felt her legs spread. “You want me to let you go?”

I worked my fingers around her pussy, massaging that rough patch that made her feel so good. She bit her lip, closing her eyes, and moaned again. “Let me go…”

“Aw, be a good girl now, Kitty. Let me make you purr.”

While I fingerfucked her, I used my other hand to push her dress up, working it around her waist. She groaned and arched her hips upward as I hit a nerve. I felt my cock swelling. Fuck did I want release.

“Cam, please…” she panted, spreading her legs to me as I knelt there working her pussy with one hand and freeing my dick with the other. She was soaked, and I liked it. I wanted to taste her, let her feel what a real man could do to her.

“Please what?”

“Let me go.” Her slurred words were not convincing. I saw the pleasure on her face and I wanted some pleasure of my own.

“Let you go? Ormakeyou go?”

Her gasps drove me on, massaging her clit with my thumb while I buried my fingers in her pussy.

“Shit…” she hissed, her hips now beginning to rock in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Let you go? Or make you go?” I repeated, my cock now free, in my hand. I stroked myself a few times as I positioned myself between her legs.

“Just fucking make me cum,” she demanded, and I was ready.

I plunged into her, forcing my dick as deep as it would go. Murphy groaned, jerking at those damn cuffs like she wanted to bury her claws into my back. The fabric of her panties rubbed on the side of my cock, irritating me, but fuck if this wasn’t hot. Cuffing a cop with her own restraints and fucking her on her living room floor.

“God, you feel amazing.” I grunted, as I drove into her. Her eyes rolled back, her body clenching around me and I felt her pussy begin to spasm, then watched as shudders wracked her form. She had me so worked up all night, it barely took me five minutes. Officer Murphy was fantastic.

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