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Brotherhood of District 23 Complete Series

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by Amy Briggs


  Gently biting my neck while still holding my head in place for himself, he used his other hand to undo my bra, setting my breasts free. Immediately, he began to knead at them and then squeezed my pebbled nipple, sending a shockwave to my core. I was on fire inside and wanted my own release so badly I could hardly stand it. Letting my head go, he moved his mouth to my chest and began sucking on my nipples, first one, then the other, roughly. He gently bit one, causing me to suck in air, the sting coming, and then his tongue gently flicking at it, driving me wild.

  “Enough of this. I need to taste your pussy now.” He grabbed me by the waist, off my knees, and tossed me on my back in front of him. “I want you to grab that headboard, Isabel, and you are not to let go of it. Do you understand me?” I reached up behind me, grabbing the wrought iron headboard of my bed, smiling and nodding in anticipation. I wanted to be devoured, and I loved taking orders from him. He was gruff with me, but in a sexy way that made me want more.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Isabel. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He looked at my body like he wasn’t sure where to begin, and then he leaned in to lick and play with my nipples again, causing my hips to rise and my back to arch. I started to let go and reach toward him. “Don’t you let go. It’s my turn to taste what I want. If you let go, I’ll have to tie you up there. Be a good girl,” he whispered. Oh my God, I couldn’t believe my panties didn’t explode off of me at that exact moment. They surely could have melted from the heat escaping between my legs. Once I put my hands back where he wanted them, he nodded at me and made his way down my body, taking my panties off and throwing them on the floor.

  My knees were bent, and he grabbed my ankles, opening me up to him and smiling. As he moved his face between my legs, I closed my eyes and gripped the headboard tighter, knowing he would touch me in the most intimate way at any moment. “Open your eyes!” he commanded, startling me. “I want you to watch me devour you.” He smiled at me as he lowered his head and ran his tongue flat against my pulsating sex. I immediately threw my head back with pleasure, then shifted my focus back to him and watched him intently. He gave long, slow licks along my slit, then used a finger to play with me while he continued licking and watching me watch him. My heart began to race even more, and as he slid a finger inside me, I let out a soft moan. As he continued to fuck me with his finger and suck and lick on my clit, I was nearing the need for release faster and faster. Before I even realized what he was doing, he removed his finger, grabbed my ankles, and spread my legs as wide as his arm span before he aggressively went back to my pussy, causing such a sensation that I couldn’t take it any longer. As my climax began to build, I tried to arch my back, but his hold on my legs kept me at his mercy, and I had no choice but to let go. I grabbed the headboard as tightly as I possibly could and cried out in ecstasy as I came all over his face, feeling the wetness as he continued to lap it up.

  “FUCK!” I yelled out as my entire body shook.

  “Oh, that’s what I’m going to do to you next,” he said as he leaned back and let go of my legs. I panted, feeling as though I’d just finished an amazing workout, and lowered my arms.

  “Did I say you could take your arms down?” he questioned me, looking me directly in the eyes, his giant, exposed cock standing at attention.

  “No,” I whispered, excited to find out what my punishment was for disobeying.

  “Well, bad girls get punished, Isabel. And you’ve been a bad, bad girl. Haven’t you?” He smiled his Captain America smile, looking devilish.

  “Yes, they do,” I whispered longingly.

  “I think bad girls should get spanked, what do you think about that? Do you think bad girls should get spanked, Isabel?” He started to come toward me, crawling over me between my legs.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Yes, you do, what, Isabel?” He wanted me to say it. He was so fucking hot, and I couldn’t possibly have been more turned on.

  “Yes, I think bad girls like me should be spanked.”

  “That’s right.” He nodded and kissed my abdomen. “Bad girls should get spanked right before they get fucked. Don’t you agree, Isabel?” Every time he said my full name like that, I almost came on the spot again. I knew what he wanted me to say, and I was all for getting spanked and fucked.

  “Bad girls should definitely get spanked and fucked,” I whispered and began to push myself up on my forearms.

  Leaning back again, he waited for me to continue pushing myself up before he grabbed me, flipping me over roughly. “That’s right,” was all he said.

  I felt coolness from the room between my legs where I was completely soaked, and as I settled myself onto all fours, he hovered over me, kissing my back softly. He was so much larger than me, that when he wrapped his arms around me, he covered me completely. He grabbed my wrists, lifting me upright, placing my hands on the headboard again. I could feel his cock graze the inside of my thigh and wanted him to shove it inside me desperately, when all of a sudden, smack! He slapped my ass, while I held on to the headboard, one of his hands holding mine in place, his dick dangling between my legs, and my tits bouncing from the smack. It stung, and he rubbed the spot he’d smacked to soothe it, making my climax start to stir inside me. He leaned back, grabbing my breast from behind, pinching my nipple, and slapping my ass again, causing me to audibly moan as I arched my back into him, relishing in his touch. Massaging my nipple, and again soothing the sting on my ass with his hand, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “That’s what happens to bad girls, Isabel. Are you ready for me to fuck you now? Because I am ready for your pussy to be wrapped around my cock.”

  As he took his hands away, I could hear him opening a condom and whispered again, “Yes, please.” I could still feel the sting on my ass, and the sensations he’d brought me had me feeling heady and weak. It was wonderful.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he said in a hushed tone. He had moved his hand to the small of my back, and I could feel him lining that beautiful cock up to my slit, while I grinned in anticipation of him entering me. As soon as he penetrated my folds, I cried out in pleasure, and he groaned with me. “Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, you fucking bad girl.” He was fully seated inside me and began to rock in and out slowly. I couldn’t help but vocalize my pleasure.

  “Fuck, Matt, you feel so fucking good! Fuck me harder!” I wanted him to take his frustrations out on my pussy and pound into me. He didn’t pick up the pace at all, and I was starting to wiggle and writhe to get more friction between us. His cock was so big and so fucking hard I could barely stand it.

  He grabbed my hips and stilled me, pulling me onto him from behind, bringing him deeper into me. I let go of the headboard, leaning back into him, while his hand ran up my abdomen, making its way gently to the base of my throat as I leaned back. I could feel his breath quickening as he whispered hoarsely, “Beg me, Isabel. Beg me to fuck you like the bad girl you are.”

  I smiled at his filthy words; they did things to me I’d deny in any court of law. I would happily beg him to fuck me. “Cavanaugh,” I whispered, his hand still gently at my throat, “I’m such a dirty girl. I deserve to be fucked. Please fuck me hard. Please fuck me like the bad girl I am.” I hoped I had pleaded enough for him to unleash the beast I had created for myself tonight. To my overwhelming pleasure, he let go of my throat, pushed me down on my hands, and began to slam his cock into my pussy. With each thrust, I cried out, “Yes, yes!” and as he picked up his pace, nearing his climax, he began to groan louder, yelling my name.

  Within a few minutes of pounding into me, he yelled out, “Fuck, Isabel, I’m going to come!!!” which was my cue to let myself fall over the edge as well, slamming myself back against him with each thrust. As my release came and sweat started to cover me, I screamed out loudly, “Fuck yes! Give it to me! Yes!” Just moments later, he came, and even through the condom, I could feel the heat of his cum. He yelled profanities as he gave me his final thrusts, slowly finishing.

  Collapsing on top of her
after the best sex of my entire life, by a landslide, I tried to steady my breathing and not crush her. “Jesus Christ, Isabel. That was fucking intense.” I begrudgingly pulled out of her and rolled over, grabbing a tissue to put the condom in and grabbing another to clean up with.

  She rolled over onto her back next to me with what appeared to be a satisfied smile. She was a fucking minx. I’ve never had a woman say such filthy, hot things to me, and just reliving it for a moment gave me a little twitch, even though there was no way I could go again at that moment. My whole body was spent as if I had just gone for a run or fought a raging fire; I was still catching my breath. I glanced at her. She was on her back with her eyes closed and a smile spread across her face that gave me a warm feeling of satisfaction.

  As she took in a deep breath, she sighed, “That was exactly what I needed.” I leaned up on my side to look at her. She was flushed and so fucking beautiful. She was model beautiful, and looking at her like that, I found it hard to believe she was a tough as nails cop. She opened her eyes, glancing over at me observing her, and looked confused. “What?” she said.

  “You’re beautiful.” It was the first thing that came out of mouth. It was also true.

  She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Cavanaugh, stop. It’s not like that. You don’t need to flatter me. We now have some pretty serious carnal knowledge of each other.” She lay back down and stared at the ceiling.

  “You are beautiful, and you’ll take my compliments.” I leaned in closer to her, smelling the sex in the room. My body was still on fire, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as well as she looked back over at me, questioning me with her eyes. “Yea, that’s right. I’m going to tell you how this is going to go.” Her chocolate-brown eyes widened, almost challenging me with a raised eyebrow.

  Pulling the sheets up over her delicious breasts, she leaned up on her elbows. “Oh really? Are you now?”

  “Yes, I am. So listen up.”

  “You have my attention, Cavanaugh.” Her lips spread into a sly smile, just barely showing her sparkling white teeth between those plump lips.

  I leaned in and bit her neck gently, causing her to let her head fall back, giving me access, and I quietly growled, “When we are doing this,” I paused, “I am in charge. We both know that’s exactly what you want, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” I sucked on her neck, licking the same spot, causing her to moan quietly. “Am I clear?”

  I pulled away, scanning her face for her understanding. Glancing up at me through her thick black eyelashes, the corners of her mouth barely upturned, she replied, “What makes you think this is going to happen again?”

  Laughing and leaning back over to what I was officially deeming my side of the bed, I replied, “Oh, it’s happening again. Often.”

  She quietly giggled, lying back as well. “We’ll see about that, big guy.”

  I launched myself on top of her, caging her in with my arms, taking her by surprise. I looked at her intently and in a low and gruff voice said, “Baby, you’re not going to deny me, or yourself, the pleasure of a repeat of that fucking heat. So let’s not kid ourselves and just admit that was fucking amazing, and it’s definitely happening again. You hear me?” I leaned in close, my lips grazing hers.

  “Ok,” she whispered. Getting the reply I wanted, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She reciprocated, touching my chest with her palms, searing her heat into me.

  Pulling back from the kiss, immediately missing her lips on mine, but thoroughly exhausted, I said, “But for now, sleep. I have to be at work early as fuck. I need to sleep a little bit.”

  “You’re staying here?” she asked me, shocked.

  “Yes, I am. I’m exhausted. It’s late, and your sexy ass wore me out. It’s completely your fault.” I pushed myself back over to my side and reached over to set an alarm on my phone. “Now, get over here. Detectives need sleep too.” I wasn’t trying to be romantic, but I was way too fucking tired to get dressed and drive my ass home at that point. I pulled her in tight and inhaled her scent, causing her tense body to relax. Planting a soft kiss on her shoulder, I whispered, “Night, Detective,” and shut my eyes, starting to drift off immediately.

  “Night, Cavanaugh,” she whispered.

  I fell asleep in Matt’s arms, completely consumed by his huge frame around mine. I was uncomfortable and anxious at first; I didn’t really ever let men stay over, but I knew he had to be at work way earlier than me, and who doesn’t like to sleep next to someone if only for a little while? As I was nodding off, I acknowledged to myself I was already breaking rules when it came to him and sighed as his arms closed around me.

  When my alarm went off, my eyes sprung open and I looked over to the other side of the bed, which was empty. For a brief moment, I wondered if the night before had actually even happened, but as I began to wake and feel the after effects of a good fucking, I smiled and rolled over, feeling satisfied. I was definitely more satisfied than I could ever remember being. I’d slept like the dead last night. He had bossed me around and dominated me in a way that made me feel like the most sexual and desirable creature on earth. Knowing I had to get up for work as well, I sighed and sat up, noticing a note on the end table at the other side of the bed.

  I rolled over to that side of the huge bed and grabbed it.

  Until Next Time.

  There WILL be a next time.

  Be safe at work, Detective,

  MC

  I grinned a little, and setting the note back down, got up to start my day. I had to be at work in about two hours, which was just enough time to get some coffee going and spend some time in a hot shower, enjoying the stiffness in my body from the night before. When I walked into the kitchen, I found another note next to the coffee maker.

  I couldn’t take it.

  You’re welcome.

  Be safe today

  MC

  Couldn’t take it? Couldn’t take what? Then it hit me. I started opening my cabinets, and saw everything was reorganized. Every single thing. I could reach the mugs and glasses, and the plates were in a useful spot. The entire contents of my dishes had been taken out and put where they should go. Well played, Cavanaugh, well played. I got myself a coffee cup from an extremely easy to reach location and grabbed my phone to send a text. While we didn’t exchange numbers, I already had his number from when he’d called me during the investigation when Jo was in the hospital.

  Thank you.

  I set my phone down, but it dinged with an incoming text almost immediately.

  For last night or because you can actually reach a coffee cup now?

  I smirked and even let out a little laugh, replying,

  For both lol

  I waited for another reply for a minute while making my coffee, but it never came. I was almost a little disappointed, but I had shit to do. And we weren’t dating. We were fucking. Well, we had fucked. And according to him, we were going to be doing it again. The thought gave me butterflies that made their way to my core, and completely turned on and grinning, I headed for the shower.

  I ended up making it to work early, which was a miracle considering where I lived. Traffic downtown was always a nightmare, but I insisted on driving myself and not taking public transportation. Besides the fact that I was simply not interested in commuting with other people, why on earth would you have a beautiful car like mine if you weren’t going to drive it? I never understood why people would buy classic cars and not drive them, giving them what they need, the open road. Although with the traffic here, the open road was usually twelve miles per hour on the highway most of the time.

  My partner, Kevin, lived closer to our precinct and was already at his desk. “Hey Izzy, how was your day off?”

  As I thought about the events of the day prior, and especially the evening, I smiled. “It was uneventful, really. What about you?”

  “You’re smiling awfully big for your usual shitty disposition, Cruise. What did you actually d
o on your day off?” He smirked at me from across his desk as I sat down at mine right across from his.

  I laughed, “I ran into one of the firefighters at the range yesterday. Turns out he’s a collector of guns from various wars. So I ended up spending the majority of the day shooting his guns. I got to shoot an AR, Kev. It was awesome.” I felt myself grinning like a kid on their birthday, thinking about how fun it was.

  “Ah, nice! My brother-in-law has one, and we’ve gone to shoot it. It’s a good time.”

  “Yea, for sure. So what did you do? Spend your day off with Emily?” Kevin had a girlfriend, who was all right. I had met her a few times here and there, but she really didn’t like Kevin being a cop, and I mean, that ship had sailed. He was a cop when she met him, and so the fact they seemed to argue about his choice of profession was obnoxious to me.

  “Actually, we broke up yesterday.” His tone fell low, and his head dropped.

  “Oh no, what happened? I’m sorry.” He looked sad, and that made me feel bad, even though I really didn’t like her.

  “Honestly, Izzy, the same old shit. I can’t keep arguing with someone over my career. It’s what I’ve wanted to do my whole life, and if that’s a problem, it’s just never going to work. She kept bringing up things like going to work for her father and shit, and I couldn’t possibly want to do that any less. Being a cop is who I am, and at the end of the day, if that isn’t good enough for her, then it’s time to move on.” He shook his head.

  “I understand. I’m sorry. We’ll grab a drink after work. Come on, let’s get to the briefing.” We didn’t have an active investigation going on, so we were probably going to have to execute a warrant today until we were assigned a new case.

 

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