Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“F-four m-minutes,” she stutters, and I can’t help the smirk as I kiss down her stomach and then drop to my knees in front of her. She looks down at me with a hooded gaze, her vibrant red hair shining even in the dark. She will always shine in the darkness like a fucking beacon.
I push her panties to the side, wasting no time as I lick and savor my favorite type of dessert. Her legs tremble, and I run my hand from her heel all the way up to her hip, unable to restrain myself from touching her. Her skin is so fucking smooth. I devour her pussy, lapping and sucking as I worship her.
I know I shouldn’t allow myself to be provoked by the statues, but I can’t help enjoying the game she’s set up for us. If she wants to play, I’ll fucking play. Not necessarily by her rules, though.
“Fuck,” she whispers as her hips begin to roll against my face.
“Not bad for a detective, huh?” I growl as I pull my head back and then insert a finger into her tight channel.
She goes to reply but sucks in a breath as I add a second finger. I stare up at her, my needy little vixen riding my hand shamelessly in a parking lot. I love pleasing her and seeing this unfiltered version of her that no one else has witnessed. This is all for, and because of, me.
“You talk too much,” she spits.
I chuckle as I pull out my badge. The thought of arresting her and handcuffing her definitely comes to mind. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, even as she continues riding my hand.
“You’ll remember who I am,” I growl as I bring it up to her cunt.
“What are you—” Her eyes spring wide in surprise as I rub my badge against her pussy, using the cool metal in place of my tongue. I want to watch her come undone.
“Soak my fucking name. Be a good girl and mark me.”
“This is—” She’s breathless as I intensify the friction, and she gasps, hitting a new high.
“Fucking perfect. Fuck it like you were fucking my face.”
I want her scent; want to carry it with me. I want to know she did exactly as I told her to. That she’s so corrupt, she’s willing to tarnish my name, my career. That’s how obsessed I want her with me, just as fucking much as I’m spiraling out of control for her.
“You fucking hate that I’m a detective, don’t you?” I grit, intensifying the strokes against her delicate flesh.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I fucking hate you.”
My cock twitches painfully, wanting to be inside her. But I’m willing to play this torturous game a little longer. I’ll wait for her to come to me, crawling on all fours.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” I berate, then suck on my finger.
She’s watching me, barely able to focus, as she whispers, “Yes.”
I slide my wet finger around to her ass, and she stares at me in bewilderment.
“You want me to break you, don’t you?” I taunt. I can tell she’s close to the edge because of her posture and the way her legs have begun to shake. “You want me to claim every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she quietly admits.
I press my finger into her asshole, and she moans, her head rolling back as I pump her from behind and rub my badge against her cunt, riding her into oblivion.
She’s so fucking starved for it, chasing her own bliss, and I’m the man on his knees feeding all of her body’s demands. It’s become my number one goal to destroy this woman. To crack open her beautiful mind, figure out how she thinks, and shatter her body into pieces along the way.
I want this.
I want her.
“Oh fuck!” she cries as her fingers dig into my hair. One hand drops to my mouth, shoving her fingers in deep, her nails scraping the back of my throat as I suck and bite at them. “Fuck,” she squeaks as her body contorts, and she comes.
I swipe up her juices with my badge, and her fingers curl against my tongue. I move her hand from my mouth and then lower my head to suck on her clit. Her body spasms as I coax out more and more aftershocks.
She grips my hair tight as if she’s clinging to me in order to remain upright.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, lazily licking up my reward. She fucking soaked my badge like a good girl. When her breathing calms and I’ve licked her clean, I smile up at her. She’s looking down at me as if she wants to rip me apart.
“There she is,” I say as I look into her lust-filled eyes, and hold in my chuckle. My little shortcake doesn’t hate me, but she does hate how much she loves this.