“Oh, God,” I moaned, eyes bursting open. “Yes!”
Starbursts lined my vision as my body erupted with pleasure. No one had ever made me cum using just their fingers.
While I’d rode out the final waves of my orgasm, he helped me onto my feet. I wobbled on my heels. A second later, he was pushing down on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of him. He unbuttoned his shirt as I stared up at him. Bare chested, he said, “Now you’re going to suck my dick until I’m ready to fuck you. Do you understand?”
Lord, his stomach. He had abs that went on for days. I wanted to run my tongue over every pec. “Yes, Sir.”
With my hand still handcuffed to the table, I watched as he removed his belt and unzipped his pants. He bent slightly and tugged them completely off. When he stood up, his cock nearly smacked me in the face. I swallowed hard. His dick was even bigger than I imagined. It was above average in length, but the girth was more than I had ever seen before. I wondered how I was going suck on that thing.
“Open those pretty lips for me,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” I opened my mouth as wide as I could.
He maneuvered his way inside. As his red, mushroom tip pressed up against the back of my throat, he groaned. “I want you to take me all the way.”
That wasn’t going to happen. He was too much for me—or any other human for that matter. I tried to say no, but I couldn’t even mumble the word. He curled his fingers into my hair, and plunged his cock even further down.
I squealed from the pain.
“Show me how much you want it, Sloane,” he insisted. “Imagine that big dick buried inside your tight little pussy.”
It was all I’d thought about.
I relaxed my throat, letting him delve even deeper. “Hell yeah,” he growled. “Swallow that big cock.”
My sex throbbed. I coveted his dominance over me. If he’d asked, I would’ve begged him to use my pussy to satisfy his own cravings. It was like the entire world had went away. All that mattered was him. It was as if this had evolved into something more than sex. Every inch of me vibrated with desire.
All I needed—all I wanted—was him.
His cock had pulsed a few times before his release drained into my throat. “Take it all,” he cried out as he held me in position. I didn’t dare move. Like a good girl, I swallowed every drop.
I thought for sure he’d be finished, but his cock was still as hard as a brick.
When he finally pulled out, my jaw burned. I rubbed it with my free hand. Before I could get my bearings, he had me on my feet and bent over the desk. My breasts pressed against the dark wood surface. “I’m very pleased,” he praised. “I think you deserve a reward.”
“Yes, please.”
He kneeled down, and got a condom out of his wallet. After he slid it on, he positioned his mushroom tip at my soaked entrance. “Tell me what you need.”
I moved my ass back and forth, teasing him with my wetness. “I want you inside me,” I replied, breathy.
He chuckled. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir,” I pleaded, glancing over my shoulder. “I need you to fuck my tight little pussy.”
He slid in an inch or two. “Who’s fucking your movie star pussy?”
“You are, Sir.”
With one thrust, he drilled into me. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is soaked. You must really want this big dick, don’t you?”
“Yes, I want it,” I moaned. My core had to stretch wider than ever before. It burned at first, but once I released some of my tension, pleasure overtook me. “Give it to me hard.”
Clasping his hands on my hips, he pounded into me. There was nothing sweet about it. This was raw and wild and rough. And I loved it. He pulled me by the hair, forcing me into a standing position—my back against his chest. One of his palms pressed against my stomach, while the other teased my nipple. “You’re so sexy, Sloane. Every fucking inch of you is perfect.”
“Oh, God.” Another orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the last.
Something set him off, and he thrust harder than he ever had. I glanced over my shoulder. He appeared as if he were in a trance. His green eyes were darker than before, and his jaw clenched as he groaned. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I lifted my leg onto the table, giving him even more access.
“I own your pussy,” he said, as he plowed into me. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
And I meant it. God, I wanted to give myself to him. I yearned to belong to him. To be owned. To submit to his every want, every command. As he claimed my body, I imagined what it would be like to come home each day and experience this amount of pleasure. To be on my knees, waiting for him. Eager to fulfill his deepest desires. The fantasy sent another wave of heat rushing through me, and I was halfway toward another orgasm.
“Say it,” he ordered, rubbing his thumb over my swollen clit.
“You own my pussy,” I whispered.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Those are the words I’ve been waiting to hear.”
With a smack on the ass, he pulled out of me.
He’d only been gone for a second, and I whimpered. My pussy missed him. “What are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve done a while ago.” Reaching down, he sifted through the pocket of his pants. He rose back up with a small silver key in his hand. I heard something click and I was released from the handcuff.
“Thank you,” I said, rubbing my sore wrist.
Chapter Six - Detective Matthew Weggman
How had this happened?
I wasn’t the kind of man that lost control. I was steady and dependable. The person who always played by the rules. Sloane Ardent was a suspect. A woman that had tried to use sex to prevent me from arresting her. And it wasn’t even questionable. She had rubbed her hand over my dick. I should’ve locked her ass up and charged her with assault. But when I saw her tears through the rear view mirror, I knew something wasn’t right. And then I learned all about the situation with Julian and I wanted to help her.
And that’s when things started to go all types of wrong. I made it personal. Charging into that birthday party like a jealous boyfriend, and nearly choking the life out of that arrogant prick. I couldn’t stop myself. Images of those women he’d assaulted raced through my mind, along with the tears that had streamed down Sloane’s cheeks. As a man, I was giving him a piece of what he deserved. But as an officer, I’d crossed a line. I hadn’t respected his rights or abided by the laws I swore to enforce. I’d lost control.
And when I tried to take it back, I only made things worse.
It all went to shit when I came back to the interrogation room. It happened when she stood up and insisted I release her. It was the forcefulness in her tone. The confidence celebrities had in this town that made them think they were above the law. All I wanted to do was put her in her place. Let her know I was the man in charge. And I did it. She was begging for mercy. Desperate and willing to do anything I wanted. Then I remembered the little noises she made when she was rubbing my cock. The feel of her body as she pressed herself up against me.
And I had to have her.
All the rules I’d lived by went up in smoke as I stripped off what was left of her clothes. God, she was fucking gorgeous. The sexiest woman I’d ever seen. All that fiery red hair spilling down her back against porcelain ivory skin. Those pale blue eyes. That bottom lip she liked to bite. She was damn near angelic. I wanted to kiss every inch of her naked body. Delve my tongue deep into her pussy and taste every drop of her cream. My cock strained against my pants. I ached to claim this woman, make her mine.
And she wanted me too.
“I want you on the table,” I instructed. “On your back, with your legs spread wide for me.”
“No,” she challenged, pointing to the chair. “I want you to sit down.”
She had a lot of fire in her. It made my dick throb. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I sat down and watch
ed as she straddled my lap. Up until now, she had obeyed my every wish. Now it was my turn to be commanded. It wasn’t something I’d ever done before. Yet, somehow giving her control turned me on just as much. With her hands on my shoulders, she moved her hips back and forth as her wet pussy stroked my cock. If she kept this up, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t let her do to me. “Get on.”
Slowly, she maneuvered just the head of my cock inside of her. “Is this what you want?” she asked, biting her lip.
I squeezed her ass. “Fuck, yeah.”
She let out a long, satisfied moan as she took in every inch of me. It didn’t take much effort. Her pussy was soaked. It seemed impossible, but she felt even tighter than before. Her inner walls latched onto my cock, sucking me deeper into her core. I slid my hands up her sides, settling on her tits. When she moaned, I teased her nipples.
“Harder,” she insisted.
“Ride that dick,” I growled, pinching her hardened tips.
Even as I watched her ride my cock, it was hard to believe this was real. I’d never stepped over the line before. Never broken a single rule. And now I was breaking all of them. If anyone had discovered us, I’d lose my job. All the possible consequences raced through my head and I still didn’t stop. I’d lost all sense of logic and responsibility. I couldn’t resist her. Not anymore. It was a fucking miracle I hadn’t taken her at Julian’s office. I don’t know many men that could’ve held back. I wasn’t sure how I had.
From her hourglass figure to her full breasts, Sloane was flawless. Every inch of her was toned, waxed, and perfected. And she was mine. There was no turning back at this point. There was something between us I couldn’t explain. It was more than sex. More than desire. Since the first moment I saw her, I’d felt a magnetic pull toward her. This desperate need to protect her that went far beyond my normal police instincts. And I had to know more about her. Everything about her.
She feverishly rubbed her clit as she approached another orgasm. Her pale blue eyes fluttered, completely lost in her own pleasure. I was in my own trance, watching her long, red hair bounce as she rode my dick.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I was moments away from my own climax. I’d let her have her fun, letting her use my body for her own pleasure. Now it was time I took back control. In one swift motion, I stood up with her legs wrapped around my waist. She clasped her hands around my neck as I pounded into her. Over and over, each time harder than the last. Sweat dripped from my forehead, landing on her breasts. “Is this what you want, baby?” I growled. “Is this how you like it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her submission energized me, and I drove into her with all my strength. The pressure built inside of me. Only a couple more seconds. A few more intense thrusts. I screamed out her name as I erupted. An explosion of pleasure rippled through me. I lowered us back onto the chair. Panting, I held her body tightly against mine. I could’ve released her, but I wanted to make sure every last drop of my cum coated her inner walls.
I wanted to mark her, claim her for my own. Walking away wasn’t going to be an option. My body was already addicted to her. Everything about her was intoxicating. I fantasized about covering her tits, pussy, and ass with my seed. Then I’d force her to go to work on one of her movie sets reeking of my scent. And all her actor friends would know. No doubt they’d drenched a woman or two. “Your sweet pussy is going to be the end of me.”
She giggled.
I released her legs, letting her stand on her own. We both dressed quickly. I needed to get her out of here as soon as possible. I didn’t want to press my luck. As I was buttoning my shirt, she asked, “What do we do now?”
“I’m going to take you home. Afterwards, I’m going to drop by Julian’s office one last time.”
“It’d probably be best if I go with you. I left some stuff there.”
“I’ll get your stuff,” I replied, smirking. “You won’t have time to go with me.”
“Why?”
“It’s been a long night and I’m hungry.”
“You want me to cook for you?”
“Absolutely,” I insisted. “I’ve got big plans for the rest of the evening. I’ll need my energy.”
“And when exactly did I invite you into my house and agree to make food for you?” she asked, in a sultry tone.
My cock stirred. Clasping the back of her head, I pulled her into a hard kiss. She liked to be overpowered. Her lips opened, and I plunged my tongue into her mouth. When I released her, she stumbled. “Because you know there’s something going on between us. And you want to see where this is going to go. You can bullshit me all you want, but I know you feel it too.”
She swallowed hard. “I do.”
“Good.” I smacked her on the ass. “Let’s get out of here before you get me fired.”
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After fifteen minutes of driving, I parked my patrol car in front of a nice bungalow in East Hollywood. The neighborhood was in a low crime area with plenty of seclusion. That was probably why she chose it. I turned off the engine, and glanced at her. She was busy tugging on her skirt, trying unsuccessfully to get rid of the wrinkles. When she looked at me, I noticed her lips were still swollen from my kisses. She tucked a wavy lock of hair behind her ear, and smiled at me. It was a small gesture, but it turned me on.
“When will you be back?”
Was she missing me already? It took all I had not to pull her into my lap, and fuck her right here. “I’ll send you a text when I’m on my way.”
“Okay,” she said, putting her hand on top of mine. “But you might want to give me your number first.”
“That’s easy,” I said, tapping our phones together. A few months ago, I added the Bump app to my iPhone that allowed me to share my information simply by touching another cell phone. Now she had my name, number, and picture.
She glanced at her phone screen and smiled. “Thanks, Detective.”
Before I let her out of the car, I leaned toward her. She met me halfway, and our lips pressed together. One hand wrapped around my neck, while the other dug into my shirt. If I slipped my finger beneath her panties, I had no doubt she’d be wet. This woman didn’t stay satiated for long, which was fine by me. I’d fuck her into tomorrow if that was what she needed.
I watched her as she made her way up the driveway. For a tiny little thing, she had a nice size ass on her. The kind of ass that needed to wear my handprint on a permanent basis. I’d bet she’d like that. But that wasn’t an option right now, so I put it on my mental to-do list. Once she was safely inside, I turned the car around and headed back to where it all began.
Chapter Seven - Sloane Ardent
I watched out my window as he drove away.
When I could no longer see his brake lights, I glanced down at my phone. His name was Detective Matthew Weggman. Up until now, I hadn’t known his name. I’d slept with a man and had no idea who he was. I shook my head. Nothing that happened tonight had made any sense. I should’ve been arrested for half a dozen reasons. After all I’d done, that’s certainly what I deserved. And we definitely shouldn’t have had mind-blowing sex in a police interrogation room.
But I couldn’t ask him to stop.
I’d never wanted anyone as much as I had in that moment. Every second of it made me feel free, which was something I hadn’t felt since my first acting job. No matter who I met, I always had to question their motives. Were they befriending me hoping they could one day sell my secrets? Were they really interested in me or did they just want to be part of the Hollywood scene? It made trusting someone impossible, which was a lonely feeling.
It might be crazy, but I felt safe with Matthew. Maybe it was his job or the fact that he stepped over the line for me. When I looked into his eyes, all I saw was a genuine man. Regardless of the reason, I was glad things worked out the way they had. He thought there was a connection between us. On any other night, I would’ve called bullshit. But I couldn’t deny I felt it
too. I couldn’t explain what had come over me.
I’d never been so outspoken, especially not when it came to sex. And I’d certainly never come on to someone as boldly as I had with him. There was just something about him. He brought out my naughty side. A side I wasn’t even aware I had. I was always able to fake it when I was acting, but I had never been able to pull it off in the bedroom. Until now. When I was with him, he made me feel wild and free in a way that excited me. And it wasn’t just my mind. My body responded to him, erupting with intense orgasms. With previous lovers, I was lucky if I had one. With him, I’d lost track.
And I wanted more.
Since he’d dropped me off, I had done as he asked. I wasn’t much when it came to cooking, but I was a master at ordering. I had my favorite restaurant on speed dial. Since I had no idea what he wanted, I ordered their most popular dishes from each section of the menu: chicken, steak, fish, and pasta. There had to be something in there that he’d like. While I waited for the food to arrive, I showered and got dressed into a grey strapless top and short black skirt. I was putting on make-up when the doorbell rang. A cute blonde in a black uniform delivered my order. The heavenly aroma coming out of her bags made my stomach growl.
Needless to say, she left with a big tip.
I had just finished organizing the kitchen table when I heard a series of knocks. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Before I answered the door, I rushed over to the mirror to make sure I looked okay, then I opened the door. Matthew stood on the porch. The sight of him made my core throb. He wore a white sweater that hugged every one of his bulging arm muscles, and tan khakis. I guess he must’ve showered and changed before he returned. The visit to Julian’s office must not have taken very long. I glanced at the bag he was holding. “Planning to stay a while?”
“Was that an invitation?” he asked, with a wicked grin.
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