Pulled Over

by Tory Richards

  Pulled Over

  Serve and Submit Series

  Book #1

  Copyright © 2014 Tory Richards

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Tory Richards

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  Email: tory.richards@yahoo.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  ‘Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.’

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  Cover Art by Tory Richards

  Comments about Pulled Over

  A decadently sexy afternoon delight that will leave your hormones racing! Jody F.

  Really liked it and boy was it hot! Kara G.

  Chapter 1

  Oh, crap! Sunny glanced in her review mirror to see a cop car pull up behind her old Chevy truck. Her gaze darted back to the red light above her. It had to be the longest light on Main Street, and she began to get nervous. She chanced another glance in her mirror, thankful for the oversized shades shielding her eyes. At least he wouldn’t notice she kept looking at him.

  Dudley only had three cops in their piss-ant, small country town, and word was out that a new one had just been hired. It had to be the cop behind her because she didn’t recognize him as Joe, Stan or Mark, two of which she’d gone to high school with. Joe, the oldest, had been a cop for as long as Sunny could remember.

  Was the damn light stuck? She began to feel sweat gather between her breasts, and took a few deliberate breaths to calm her racing heart. If he didn’t notice her expired tag it would be a miracle, and Sunny suspected it was standard procedure when a cop pulled up behind someone at a light that they automatically checked the tag. Maybe the new guy would forget to check.

  She glanced at the cop again. From what Sunny could see, the man was big and hunky in a Tatum Channing way and even had the same color hair and style. She wondered what color his eyes were, behind the aviator style sunglasses he was wearing. His square boned jaw looked hard, until his lips turned up in a slow smile telling Sunny that he knew she was watching him. She quickly looked down as if he could see her eyes. Crap!

  The light finally changed and Sunny accelerated. She didn’t dare glance behind her again, but she was aware the cop was right on her ass. Had he noticed her tag? Lord, she hoped not. She couldn’t afford a ticket. At least there wasn’t another light to worry about, as she headed in the direction that would take her out of town. She was careful to watch her speed, praying when they came up to the small police station that he’d pull into the designated parking spot. Only he didn’t.

  Damn it! Why is he still behind me? Sunny was forced to stop when she came up to a cross walk, and she saw Mrs. Hammond step off the curb. Of all people! It had to be sixty-six year old, three-hundred pound Margaret Hammond who moved with all the speed of a snail. Sunny shut her eyes with frustration, and began to count. She might as well just go up to the cop behind her and tell him about the tag.

  “Hello, dear!”

  Sunny opened her eyes, and smiled. “Hi Mrs. Hammond, I see you’re out getting your daily exercise. How are you doing?”

  “Fine, dear, just fine.” She kept on shuffling, barely picking up her feet.

  As soon as Mrs. Hammond was clear of Sunny’s truck, Sunny put her foot down on the gas, jerked forward, and came to a halt. Oh. My. God. Can it get any worse? A glance in her review mirror revealed the handsome cop behind her was laughing. Sunny clenched her teeth and turned the key, swearing beneath her breath at her traitor truck.

  The engine roared to life but by now there were two other people in the crosswalk and she could do nothing but wait. She grabbed the material of her blouse and fluffed, feeling some relief, wishing her air conditioner worked. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford a new vehicle, but old blue had been handed down from one sibling to another in her family, until it was finally hers. It had sentimental value.

  At last she was moving again. Main Street ended, and Sunny was traveling the two-lane country road home. It was quiet, and not as busy as it used to be before the new highway went in a couple years ago. The countryside was dotted with old, northern homes, and fenced in pastures. Most empty now, but when she’d been growing up the fields had been filled with dairy cows, and corn. The old ways had been replaced with progress, and most of the country-folk worked in the surrounding towns.

  Sunny had tried city-life but she’d hated it. She was a country girl at heart, and she liked her small town where everyone knew everyone. Glancing up, she was dismayed to find the cop was still on her tail. Was it too much to hope that they just happened to be going the same way? Surely he would have stopped her by now if he’d noticed her tag.

  As if sensing her worry, he turned on his siren, and Sunny reluctantly pulled off the road onto the shoulder. Since they’d reached the old abandoned Miller house she continued down the dirt drive so that if anyone happened to pass by she wouldn’t be seen. Small towns had people with big mouths, and she didn’t want to become the topic of gossip until something new came along.

  She drew to a halt, cut off the ignition, and waited.

  Chapter 2

  The cop pulled his cruiser behind Sunny, and surprised her by switching off the siren and the engine. She watched him in her mirror, noticing that he was talking on his radio. He was probably calling in her tag. She pressed her lips, wishing she hadn’t let her tag expire, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Movement drew her attention once more to her review mirror. She watched as the door opened and he stepped out.

  Ohmygod! The man was hot! He was easily six feet four of solid muscle poured into a navy blue police uniform. The sight of all that defined muscle and the tightness of the material over his zipper area drew a response from Sunny’s body she wasn’t prepared for. He looked like he was strong enough to take on an army or at the very least a girl with curves, which she had plenty of. She caught her breath as he slowly walked up to her truck.

  Before he reached her door, she opened a couple more buttons on her blouse and parted the material so he would have a better view of her large breasts. She was proud of their fullness, even if she was a little ashamed that she was using them as a means to possibly talk him out of giving her a ticket. Sunny imagined a cop as impressive as him had tits and ass thrown in his face all the time.

  She glanced in her side view mirror, and ran her tongue over her full lips. Then she fluffed her long blonde hair. By the time the cop reached her door her nipples were tingling and as hard as pebbles, but it was worse than that. She had to squeeze her thighs together to appease the mild buzzing in her clit.

  “Ma’am,” he said as he stopped by her opened window. His voice was deep, and a little gravely, running over Sunny like warm, thick honey.

  “Hi, officer.” She glanced at his nametag. “Officer Steele.” Sunny offered him a warm smile. “Was I
doing something wrong?”

  He waited a few seconds. “Could you please remove your sunglasses, ma’am.”

  Her mouth dropped with surprise. “Why would I want to do that? Are they against the law?”

  “No, ma’am. But I’d like to see your eyes when I’m talking to you.”

  Oh. Sunny had to wonder what he would do if she refused. “What if I said no, officer?” She knew she was playing with fire. She couldn’t see his eyes either, but his mouth was tight and his jaw was set. Her response obviously annoyed him. Deciding she’d never get out of a ticket by aggravating him, she gave in and removed her glasses slowly.

  His slow grin might be sexy as hell, but only pissed Sunny off because he was using his authority to control her. Still, she kept her composure. She looked up at him and batted her baby blues enticingly. “Better?” she asked coyly.

  Officer Steele ignored her attempt at flirtation. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked in a no nonsense tone.

  “My expired tag?” Sunny chewed on her bottom lip, wishing she could see where his eyes were focused. She took a deep breath, knowing it would push her breasts up and out. She’d bet a hundred dollars his gaze was glued to her cleavage.

  “That and you have a taillight out.”

  “What?” Sunny didn’t know about the taillight. “Which one?”

  “Passenger side,” he said, “Can I please see your driver’s license?”

  Sunny reached for her small purse on the seat next to her. She dug around the contents, pulling out several things that got in the way, until she finally located her license in a side pocket. “I’ve changed a little since this was taken.”

  Sunny had always been a curvaceous woman, which her almost six-foot frame carried well, but the license she’d handed the cop was about six years old. She’d had shorter, darker hair back then.

  Officer Steele remained quiet, turned and walked back to his cruiser. Sunny released a heavy sigh, watching his sexy gait take him back to his car. Her gaze lingered on his ass. Lord, he has a nice body! She made the mistake of envisioning what she’d like to do to him but it only made her hotter. Before she knew it her hand was gliding down her body to the spot between her legs. It hadn’t been that long since she’d had sex, just that morning, but she was tingling and wanted a cock inside her so badly that she was suddenly wondering how she could get Officer Steele to comply.

  Her purse was still on her lap. She spied a small roll on perfume bottle and quickly applied some to her cleavage, and her wrists. Something told her this cop went by the book and she would have to apply herself a little harder to get what she wanted. She made sure to fluff her blouse right before he reached her window, knowing he’d get a whiff of her perfume.

  “Here’s your license, ma’am.”

  Sunny took it from him and then watched as he reached for the pen and pad in his upper pocket. She swallowed hard, realizing what he was about to do. Desperation forced her to do something slutty. “God, it’s so darn hot today!” She pulled her blouse away from her sticky skin. With his height advantage, she knew he’d get a good view of two forty double D’s barely stuffed into a lacy bra.

  His mouth twitched, as if he was trying to contain another grin. He flipped the pad opened, and clicked his pen as he got ready to write.

  “Officer!” Sunny said in a rushed tone to get his attention. She knew once he started writing it would be all over. “Please don’t give me a ticket.”

  He hesitated. “And why not?” He cocked his head to the side, and waited.

  “Well, I, um,” Once again Sunny wished he’d remove his glasses. “I promise to take care of the tag and light by this weekend.”

  He shook his head slowly. “Not good enough.” He prepared to write a second time.

  “Wait, I, surely there’s something I can do in exchange for you, ah, just giving me a verbal warning this time.” Sunny couldn’t see his eyes but he sure as hell could see hers. To make sure there were no doubts to what she meant she slowly ran her gaze down the front of him. She couldn’t believe she was acting so brazenly.

  “Are you bribing me, ma’am?” Officer Steele removed his sunglasses, and fixed his stony black eyes on hers.

  Sunny was mesmerized by the look on his chiseled face. It was all hard, and there was a muscle twitching in his jaw, yet there was something about him that said he wasn’t immune to her charms either. She feigned innocence. “I would never bribe an officer of the law.” Once more she let her gaze move down his body, this time stopping on the front of his pants.

  A river of molten heat enveloped her when she realized he had an erection. Going by the size of the bulge behind his zipper he was thick and long. Liquid warmth slid into Sunny’s panties as she imagined Officer Steele ramming his cock into her cunt. What would it take to make him lose control?

  Without warning she saw his gaze narrow on something on the seat next to her. “Is that pot?”

  Sunny glanced at what he was looking at. She couldn’t help it, she laughed. “No, I don’t do drugs. That’s catnip.” She made a move to pick up the small plastic bag.

  “Don’t move!”

  Officer Steele’s harsh command caused her to freeze. “Step out of the car, please.”

  “But–”

  “I said step out of the car!”

  He backed up as Sunny opened her door and got out. She was small compared to him, and had to glance up a long way to meet his sharp gaze. A breeze picked up her long hair, bringing it forward to rest against her breast. At the same time her blouse separated even more where she’d unbuttoned it. Officer Steele’s gaze moved over her, from her exposed cleavage, down to her cut off shorts, naked thighs, legs and back up again. Then without warning he grabbed Sunny, swung her around and slammed her up against the front of her truck.

  She gasped loudly. “What are you doing?”

  His tone was close to the back of her neck. Sunny could feel his warm breath stir the fine hairs there. “I’m going to frisk you.” He moved, and suddenly his mouth was against her ear. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

  Chapter 3

  Please, yes! Sunny couldn’t help thinking. He was so damn sexy, and she was getting more turned on by the moment. She didn’t move, though. The way he’d pushed her against the truck, his demeanor warned her that he liked control and had to do things his way. That was just fine with her. She liked a man who dominated. Sex with him was going to be mind-blowing, and Sunny was already trembling.

  Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders. Sunny wanted to lean back into him, maybe tease him by brushing her ass against his hard-on, but she decided to wait and see how much freedom he’d allow her first. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to frisk her, and every second that passed revved her desire up another hot notch. Her body was a live-wire of tingling, melting sensations. What was he thinking?

  “Don’t move.” He positioned her hands against the truck, and kicked her feet apart, arranging Sunny like he wanted her.

  She hadn’t planned on moving. His hands returned to her shoulders and flexed slightly, revealing the strength of his touch. Then slowly, he began to move his hands down Sunny’s arms. The caress-like touch made her breath catch and she closed her eyes so that every one of her senses was engaged in what Officer Steele was making her feel. Circling her wrists, he began the journey up the underside of her arms.

  Sunny held her breath when he reached the sides of her breasts, and stopped. She bit down on her lip to keep from voicing her needs. With her luck he’d do just the opposite. His hands moved about an inch, teasing her. The bastard knew what she wanted, damn him! In the next instant she nearly sank to her knees. His large hands had come around to cover her breasts, and it was no light pat.

  A whimper escaped Sunny as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts through her blouse. His fingers pinched her already hard nipples roughly, before he took her breasts into his hands as if weighing them. She could hear his breathing escalate against the back of her neck. T
he knowledge that she was affecting him gave her the courage to arch back far enough to rub her butt against his hard cock.

  Sunny was unprepared for his angry reaction. His hands fell to her hips and he pushed her away roughly. “I told you not to move,” he reminded her in a gravelly voice. “Do it again and I’ll cuff you.”

  It was no idle threat. Sunny’s instincts warned her that Officer Steele didn’t say anything he didn’t mean. In spite of his warning, his dominance excited her, as long as it didn’t go too far. She tried to relax, hard to do considering his hands had returned to her breasts; only he was no longer content to caress her outside her blouse. Taking hold of the fragile material of her blouse, Officer Steele ripped her blouse open at the front, and pulled it halfway down her shoulders.

  Sunny moaned loudly, silently encouraging him to do whatever he wanted. She was beyond rational thought, and all he’d done so far was touch her breasts. As his hands glided over the cups of her lacy bra, he discovered the front hook, and it wasn’t long before Sunny’s naked breasts were in his hands. Oh, God! Her panties had to be soaked by now. Everything he did made her hot.

  “Is it okay if I ask you what your first name is?” she asked in a smoky voice. His hands roamed down her ribcage, and over her belly.

  “Wade,” he answered gruffly, reaching the waist of Sunny’s shorts. He deftly unsnapped them, and yanked the zipper down. Then his hands flattened against Sunny’s lower belly and traveled lower, beneath her shorts and over her panties, to the V between her legs. One long finger flicked over her crotch.

  Holy shit! She was going to go up in flames, and she jerked with pleasure. If he punished her then so be it, she couldn’t stop her body from responding. His grunt and the rapid breathing behind her told Sunny that Mr. Control was losing it, slowly but gradually.