by Paige Tyler
Blake spread her cheeks and positioned the head of his erection at the opening of her rosebud. Trista clenched involuntarily. She might be plenty wet, but his cock was big. It’d take time and patience to get him buried deep in her ass.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “If you uncuff my hands, I can help spread my cheeks for you.”
He slowly ran his hands over her cuffed wrists, giving them a little tug. “I don't think that’ll be necessary. I kind of like the idea of sliding in your ass while your hands are cuffed. Kinky, I know, but what can I say? You look good in my handcuffs.”
She couldn't help but laugh. “Then I guess I'll just have to wear them for you as often as I can.”
“Good. Because I plan to have you in them all the time.”
Her pulse skipped a beat. She liked the sound of that. It meant he was thinking about the future as much as she was.
Blake spread her cheeks more, sliding the first few inches of his cock in her ass. She was relaxed, so it went in far easier than she'd thought it would, but damn, he was thick. She'd never felt this stuffed.
“As a matter of fact,” he continued, “I'm not sure if I'm going to let you out of these cuffs for the rest of the night.”
As if to emphasize his point, he got a firm grip on the link between the cuffs around her wrists and used that newfound leverage to push his cock deeper into her ass.
A fascinating mix of pleasure and discomfort overwhelmed her for a moment, and she grunted. She’d never understood why she liked taking it in the ass so much. Sure, it felt great, but there were also moments when she was sure that a guy was never going to fit up there. Maybe that was the thing with her and anal—the desire to take more than she ever thought she could.
Regardless of how big he was, Blake's cock fit quite nicely. In fact, it felt so amazing she never wanted him to take it out again. Except, of course, she did want him to take it—simply so he could push it back in even deeper.
He held her bound wrists tightly and began thrusting. Just little thrusts, moving no more than an inch or so either way. But even that made her feel delirious with pleasure. Seriously, she was damn near drooling on the counter from the sensation of being stuffed so absolutely full.
He fucked her slowly, likely worried he wasn't lubed up enough to take her harder. He needn't have been concerned. Her bottom was so gooey with excitement at the moment he could have done anything he wanted to her. But if Blake wanted to take it easy on her ass, she wasn't going to complain.
“Oh yeah, just like that, baby,” she whispered as he quickened the pace. “Come in my ass.”
He couldn't really come in her bottom of course—he was still wearing a condom. But Blake didn’t correct her. Instead, he grabbed her hips and yanked her ass back hard against his cock, driving himself so deep she gasped.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.
If her hands hadn't been cuffed, she would have been diddling her clit at that moment, doing anything to come with him, just so her ass would squeeze him even tighter. But masturbation was out of the question, so she had to settle for squeezing his cock so good he’d dream about being in her ass for the rest of his life.
There was a sudden intake of breath from behind her. Trista smiled. Oh yeah, that was the tipping point for him.
Blake pulled her back on his cock, burying himself to the base, and she was sure he was going to come. But instead, he did something that surprised her. He reached around with one hand and fingers found her clit with his fingers. A few circles on her pleasure center while his cock throbbed inside her was all it took.
He came hard.
And she came with him. Harder than she would have thought possible, considering the multiple orgasms she'd already had.
It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
* * * * *
An hour later, she and Blake were both still naked. He was sitting on a chair along the back wall. She was on his lap, one arm draped loosely around his neck, the other on his chest.
“Have I told you how incredible that was?” she asked.
His mouth curved. “Several times. But I don’t mind hearing it again.” He wrapped his hand around hers, taking it from his chest to rub her wrist where the cuff had left a faint impression. “I wasn't too rough on you, was I?”
Trista smiled. “Not at all. You should already know this, but we Texas girls like our loving hard and long. And if things get little rough? Well, that just makes it all the better.”
His mouth quirked. “I'll be sure to remember that next time.”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “So, do you think we'll be getting together again?”
Not subtle. But subtle never worked on men.
“I reckon.” He flashed her a grin. “If for no other reason than so I can give you a few more lessons before you take your concealed carry course again.”
She lifted a brow. “Are you suggesting that you have a few more things to teach me about shooting?”
The sudden smolder in his eyes made her tummy flutter. “Among other things.”
Trista chewed on her lower lip. Not that she didn’t like the sound of that, but maybe it was time to let him in on her secret. Unfolding herself from the warmth of his arms, she got to her feet and walked over to the shooting counter. Naked, she slowly and methodically reloaded the 9mm magazine and slid it into her Lady Smith, then chambered a round. Carefully setting it down again, she picked up two pairs of earmuffs and tossed one to Blake.
“You might want to put those on. Things are about to get loud.”
Putting on her own pair, Trista picked up the gun and took aim at the target with a one-handed grip, then fired off all nine rounds rapid fire, hitting the target dead center. When she was done, she dropped the empty magazine, cleared the weapon and put it back on the table.
She took off her earmuffs and turned to regard Blake. “What do you think?”
He didn’t even look at the target. “I think I like watching you shoot naked.”
She sauntered over to stand in front of him and struck a pose, one hand on her hip. “Still think I need more lessons?”
“Shooting lessons? No. I figured out early on you were dogging it on purpose.” He grinned. “But that doesn't mean I don't have some lessons for you."
“What kind of lessons did you have in mind?”
Blake pulled her down onto his lap and smacked her on the ass. “Maybe a few lessons in what happens when you try to run a con on a cop.”
He followed that up with another smack on the bottom. She gave a little yelp that dissolved into giggles. “That's a lesson I can get into. Consider me ready to be punished.” She wiggled her butt tighter into his lap and snuggled closer. “When do you think you might be able to find time to teach me my lesson?”
His cock stiffened beneath her. “You have any plans for tonight?”
Her pussy purred. “I think an opening just appeared in my calendar. Your place or mine?”
“My place is only fifteen minutes away.”
That was about as long as she could wait to get that glorious cock of his inside her again. “Definitely yours.”
It was difficult to force herself to get off Blake's lap. A few more minutes of wiggling and they wouldn't need to go anywhere. But the idea of having round two in a real bed was enough to persuade her.
As they yanked their clothes back on, a thought struck Trista. She glanced at Blake as she stepped into her jeans. “So, I don't have to take the concealed carry class over again, do I?”
Blake watched her wiggle them over her hips. “It wouldn't be fair for me to give you a free pass just because we’re sleeping together.”
Damn. She supposed she couldn't be too upset. She'd deliberately screwed up so she could get Blake's attention—and that had definitely worked. Still, sitting through that classroom portion again was going to blow, not to mention the cost of the course.
Blake stepped up to her and grabbed the ends of her belt before
she could buckle it. He pulled her close and kissed her.
“However, nothing says I can't give you a private session.” He grinned. “If you think you can handle some more one-on-one hands-on training?”
She reached down to massage his cock through his uniform pants. “I don't think I'll have a problem getting up for it, especially since you obviously already are.”
His only answer was a chuckle as he picked up his equipment belt and put it on.
“By the way,” he said as he held open the door for her. “I have the keys to this place so we can come shooting here anytime you want.”
“Really?” Trista chewed on her lip, a naughty thought coming to her.
Blake’s eye narrowed. “Okay. I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours. What are you thinking?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, going up on tiptoe to kiss him. “I was just picturing how hot it would be to watch you shoot a target buck-ass naked.”
His only answer was a deep chuckle as he scooped her up and carried her out the door.
Watch for a brand new BUNNIES Series coming soon from Paige Tyler!
Other Books by Paige Tyler
SERIES
The Badge Bunnies Series
Seducing Officer Barlowe
Two Cops, A Girl and A Pair of Handcuffs
A Cop, His Wife and Her Best Friend
Ride-Along
Hands-On Training
The Cowboy Series
Karleigh’s Cowboys
And The Ranch Hand Makes Three
More Than a Cowboy (Special Two-Book Set)
Alaskan Werewolves Series
Animal Attraction
Animal Instinct
The Cutler Brothers Series
Cade
Madoc
The Cutler Brides
Modern Day Vampires
Vampire 101
The Friends Series
Spicing Up Her Marriage
Taking Her Friends Advice
It’s Just a Job
INDIVIDUAL BOOKS
Western
Kayla and the Rancher
Paranormal
Dead Sexy
Ghost Hunter
Just Right
The Magic Spell
Contemporary
Security Risk
The Postman Always Comes Twice
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Mr. Right-Now
Erotic Exposure
Unmasked
Sexy Secret Santa
If You Dare
Librarian By Day
Protective Custody
Samantha and the Detective
Nosy By Nature
All She Wants for Christmas
The Trouble with New Year’s Resolutions
Austin Malone, Private Eye
The Girl Next Door
Bridezilla
A Date for the Wedding
Sci-Fi
Cindra’s Bounty Hunter
Pirate’s Woman
The Ambassador’s Daughter
Not the Man She Thought
Free-Read
Caught Red Handed
