Because Beards
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It took everything I had not to grab her by her hair and drag her back into the kitchen like a fucking caveman after that kiss. I’ve only had a small taste, and I’m already addicted to my sweet honeybee. She has awakened this primal need in me to make her mine. I want her by my side and in my bed. More than anything, I want her heart. I want her mine.
A man like me doesn’t deserve a real woman like Zoe. I’m no saint when it comes to my past. My dad and my brothers all used drugs to cope with their bullshit, and I used women. Used them to fill the emptiness I was feeling. Zoe is making that pit smaller and smaller. Every morning I look forward to waking up. I get so excited to see her face and hear her voice that I get to the donut shop early and watch her from outside. She likes to dance while she makes the donuts. It’s pretty damn cute. I want to see her dance around my house every day. I want her face to be the first thing I see when I wake up, and I want to watch her come every night before she falls asleep in my arms.
The door slowly opens and it’s agony waiting to see her face. I’ve been waiting all day to see her smile and feel her in my arms. When she finally appears, she is wearing a red flannel robe, her eyes are red, and her cheeks are stained with tears. Seeing her in tears is ripping my heart out.
“I’m sorry Dylan, but I had an accident with my dress. It ripped when the zipper got stuck, and I can’t go on our date tonight.”
“Don’t you have another one you can change into? I don’t mind waiting.”
“Thing is, I bought this dress today because I don’t have any other dresses and, looking at you in your nice blue suit and tie, my t-shirts and jeans won’t go with wherever it is you are taking me for dinner.” Her voice trembles as she fights back more tears. No way am I letting her get out of this date. I’ve waited three long months for this fucking night, and no way am I letting a ripped dress stand in the way of getting what’s mine.
I reach up and pull off my tie and stuff it into my jacket pocket. “Okay, so here is what we are going to do.” I reach into my breast pocket and pull out a handkerchief and wipe Zoe’s tear soaked cheeks. “We will stay in tonight and I will cook us dinner.”
“Do you like boiled chicken and steamed kale, because that is all I have.” She winces. I share in her wince, that sounds awful and not the romantic meal I had planned.
“That sounds terrible. Let’s walk down to Whole Foods and pick up dinner, and we can have our own little house party. Why don’t you go get dressed before you have another clothing malfunction on your hands. Because right now, I would really rather tear you out of that robe and fuck you on the floor of this hallway, and I am pretty sure your neighbors wouldn’t appreciate that.”
A shy smile graces her face, and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. She thinks I’m kidding but I’m not. My hands are itching to pull open the sash on her robe and see the beauty hiding beneath it. My dick is already growing hard at the thought of touching and tasting every inch of her creamy skin.
“You are terrible Officer Edwards.” She giggles. I love the way she calls me Officer Edwards. She will be calling me that in bed later tonight.
“You have no idea my little honeybee. Now go get dressed,” I demand, feeling the blood rushing from my head down to my pants. It’s only a matter of time before my dick wins this fight. Zoe is the kind of girl that deserves romance and candle light. She deserves to be treated like a queen before I fuck her like a dirty little slut.
Zoe
I’m standing in front of the buffet at Whole Foods staring at the trays full of mac and cheese, fried rice, breaded fish, and chicken. None of which have ever entered my mouth, never. I hold my little brown box feeling completely flustered. When I was five, my mom decided I needed a hobby to help get me out of my shell. I was a shy kid who used to hide behind my mother’s hip whenever anyone would try to talk to me. After the art classes and swimming lessons were a bust, she put me in ballet classes at the community center, and it was just what I needed. Dancing up on that stage made me feel like a different person, one who wasn’t actually afraid of her own shadow. I could lose myself in the music and the choreography, letting the weight of my insecurities float away. Turns out I was really good. So good, in fact, that I got a scholarship to the Pacific Northwest Ballet Academy. A part of being a dancer with the PNWB is you are expected to stay a certain weight, which means missing out on pizza, ice cream, basically all things carb, sugar, and good tasting.
I can feel Dylan watching me, he’s probably wondering why it’s taking me so long to pick something to eat. “I don’t normally eat food like this.” My cheeks burn red. If he didn’t think I was weird before, he does now.
“What did you like to eat before you became a dancer?” he asks.
“I’ve never actually eaten any junk food,” I reply shyly.
“So wait, you’ve never had pizza or burgers? What about French fries? You’ve had to of had cake and ice cream when you were a kid.”
I hide my face behind my empty food box. “Nope, I didn’t have any of it. I was very disciplined, even as a child. You must think I’m a freak.” You can’t even imagine how difficult it was as a nine-year-old at birthday parties to be eating carrots and celery while the other kids were stuffing their faces with cake and candy.
“No, not at all. All I’m thinking is how I want to stuff you with cheeseburgers and desserts.” He taps his index finger against his chin. “How about for tonight, calories don’t count, and you can eat whatever your heart desires.” He closes the space between us and bends down to my ear. “Besides, we will be working off all those calories later.” His lustful words make my pussy clench. “What do you want to eat?”
Besides his cock? I want every fattening thing in this fucking store. I drop the container on the silver buffet. My first instinct is to go for the steamed vegetables, instead, I guide my hand over to the spoon resting in the tray of five cheese and bacon macaroni and cheese. I scoop up a huge spoonful and drop it in my box.
“That’s my girl.” Dylan flashes me an approving smile.
Next, I go for the pork samosas and spring rolls. If its deep fried and breaded it goes right into my box. Once my box is full, I bring it up to my nose and breathe in all the delicious smells. I place my box into the basket Dylan is holding, and then we walk over to the bakery. I figure if calories don’t count tonight then ordering one of every little fruit and pudding tart won’t hurt. Dylan just watches in proud amazement while I order a big slice of chocolate cake on top of all the other mouthwatering desserts I ordered. I plan on eating every last crumb of this cake off Dylan’s naked body when we get back to my apartment.
“Oh my God, this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I moan, licking the bacon grease and cheese off my lips. After our stop at Whole Foods, Dylan took me to get bacon cheeseburgers from Red Mill Burger, and pizza from Hot Mama’s. I’ve been stuffing my face with all of it. I’m probably going to get sick from eating all this, but it will be so worth it.
This is not how I saw our night going after the fiasco with my dress. I spent the afternoon with Nora trying on every dress at Nordstrom’s. I found a gorgeous teal lace dress that hit me just above my knee and hugged what little curves I do have perfectly. Most of my wardrobe consists of black tights, jeans, t-shirts, and converse. Not exactly date attire. Then that damn zipper got stuck and, when I tried to pull it loose, the lace ripped. It was a blessing in disguise because now I have Dylan in my apartment all to myself and have had some of the best food I have ever eaten.
“Just wait until you try the pizza.” Dylan smiles, sliding the pizza box across the counter.
I gaze longingly at the cheese and pepperoni goodness. My mouth already watering. “It smells and looks amazing,” I say, picking up a slice. The gooey mozzarella cheese strings dangle down from the crust. I take a small bite and let out an almost orgasmic moan. I officially love pizza.
“Dylan, can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything,” he replies.
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“What made you want to be a cop?” I ask. Working around cops for the past year, I’ve heard a lot of interesting stories of how they became cops. Most were following in the footsteps of their fathers, others just wanted to keep the streets safe and serve their community. I’m fascinated to hear Dylan’s reasoning. My sister told me Dylan comes from money, his step father owns the biggest lumber yards in all of Washington. He could have easily taken over the family business and had a cushy desk job. Instead, he puts his life on the line every day to be a SWAT officer.
“My dad and my brothers were my biggest motivation,” he replies.
“Are they cops too?” I ask, taking another bite of my pizza.
Dylan lets out a hardy laugh. “No, my dad and my brothers lived and died on the wrong side of the law. Back in Boston my life was completely different. I grew up in one of the roughest neighborhoods in Boston, Charlestown. I was surrounded by armored truck robbers, drug dealers, and gun runners. All three shared a roof with me. Our house was raided by the FBI at least three times a year, and my dad and brothers were constantly in and out of jail. By the time I was fifteen, my mom had had enough of the lies and abuse my father offered up, so one morning, while my dad and brothers were out pulling a job, she packed me up in her car, and we headed for Seattle where my aunt and uncle lived at the time. My mom lost three sons and her husband to the streets, she didn’t want to lose me too. I never really fit in with my family in Boston. I always knew what they were doing was wrong and especially hated how they treated my mom. I made a promise to myself when I was eight years old that I was going to be a cop when I grew up. I wanted to keep people like my dad off the streets.”
I’m completely blown away by how forthcoming Dylan is about his past. My ex, Elliot, had never talked about his life before meeting me. He didn’t even tell me if he still had parents living.
“Thank you for telling me.” I feel even closer to him having heard this. Anyone in his shoes could have easily fallen victim to the streets, but Dylan used his father’s mistakes as ammunition to make his life better. He became a better man for it.
“I want you to know everything about me, Zoe, even the dark parts.” He grabs my hand and pulls me off of my stool and into his lap. “There are no secrets with me, Zoe. I’m an open book. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but it’s a part of who I am. Loving me means loving all…the good, and the ugly. Do you think you can do that?” His tone deepens. One hand slides around the back of my neck, while his other hand trails up my inner thigh, making the heat pool between my legs. All I can do is nod yes. I will take any piece of him I can get as long as he is mine.
“You’re my girl, Zoe. I will never let you go,” he says, sealing our lips in a kiss, his tongue tracing along my lips, pleading for entrance. I part my lips letting him in. Our tongues dance in my mouth. He wants me and only me, and that has my whole body on fire. I need him now more than I need air.
“Dylan, I need you,” I murmur. My hands glide up his crisp white shirt, feeling every firm sculpted muscle on his chest. One by one, I open each little white button, exposing more and more of his golden tanned skin. My lips move along his strong chiseled jaw and down his neck. A low moan escapes from deep in Dylan’s chest when my hands make contact with his bare skin. Sliding his shirt off, I dip my head down and place a gentle kiss on his chest just above his heart.
“Take me to bed, Dylan.”
He envelops me in his strong arms and stands to his feet, carrying me to my bedroom. Gently, he places me back on my feet at the foot of the bed. His hands grip the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head, letting it drop to the floor next to my feet. A hand reaches behind my back and, with a quick flick of his wrist, the clasp is open, and the straps are sliding down my arms. He licks his lips hungrily at the sight of my bare breasts. My nipples are hard and ready for his mouth.
“Touch me, please.” My voice is deep and pleading.
His fingers ghost down between my breasts. “So perfect.” He mouths in a hushed tone.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His thumb grazes over my left nipple, sending a surge of electricity through my body. Our lips come together in a deep seductive kiss, hands exploring each other’s bodies.
Trailing my fingers down to his belt, I work open the smooth leather and pop the button open. I slip a hand inside his pants, running it along his thick hard length. He groans into our kiss, pressing himself harder against my palm. I pull away from his lips and start to sink down to my knees, but Dylan stops me.
“There will be plenty of time for you to suck my cock later. Tonight is all about you. Lay back on the bed,” he orders.
I work my jeans down off my hips, leaving my panties on. I’m giving Dylan the gift of me, and it only seems fitting that he unwraps it. I crawl over to the center of the bed, lie back against my elbows, and watch while Dylan removes the rest of his clothes. When his cock springs free from his boxers, my pussy clenches, and the breath in my lungs is sucked out of my body.
“I see the nickname is true,” I absentmindedly say. The rumors of the snake in Dylan’s pants run rampant amongst the badge bunnies. I try not to think about how many of them have actually seen him like this. I must focus on the fact that he and that big fucking dick of his are all mine.
“What nickname might that be?” He cocks a curious eyebrow up at me.
“The girls around the bar call you Big Dick Dylan.” I blush at my own words and fall back against the pillows.
He lets out a chuckle as he climbs up on the bed. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but that one is a first.” He grips his cock in his hand, gently stroking it as he looks down at me. “All ten inches of this dick are yours my little honeybee.”
Dylan
Zoe reaches down and releases my hand from my cock, replacing it with hers. “Mine,” she softly moans, making my dick twitch against her palm. I rock my hips in rhythm with her strokes. A deep primal growl escapes from my chest. My cock is hungry for a taste of my little honeybee, but I need her coming on my mouth first. Once my dick enters her cunt, he won’t be leaving it for the rest of the night.
I release her hand from me, my body already missing her touch. Slipping my fingers under the white cotton of her panties, I slide them off and bring them to my nose. A drop of cum drips out of my cock when I feel the wet spot against my lips. I take in a deep breath, letting her sweet honey scent fill my senses. I want her intoxicating scent all over me. I toss the panties over my shoulder.
“I’m going to take you bare, Zoe. I want to feel every pulse of this pretty…” My fingers dance up along her the soft creamy skin of her thighs. “…little.” Her head rolls back against the pillows as I spread her lips open with my fingers, exposing her swollen clit. It’s pink and plump and throbbing between my fingers. All it would take is one good suck and I’d have her coming in an instant. “… pussy.” Her greedy hips buck up. Her pussy is so hungry for me.
“You want my cock, huh honeybee? Don’t worry, I’ll give him to you. Only after I get a taste.” I grip her hips and bring her up to my mouth. Her sweet juices are dripping down to her ass. My tongue glides across her right cheek then to her left, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar. Oh fuck she tastes so damn good. My tongue plunges deep inside her tight channel, eating her like a man who has been stranded in the Sahara getting his first drink of water.
“Oh God, Dylan,” Zoe screams, hands gripping the metal bars of her headboard. Maybe I will tie her to it later. I reach a hand up to her flawless creamy little tits, they are small, but they fit perfectly in my hand. Her rosy pink nipples are standing at full attention. I pinch one between my fingers, making her clench around my tongue.
My mouth latches onto her sweet little bud, and she almost launches off the bed as the pleasure hits her like a tidal wave. Wiggling my head back and forth, I let my beard graze her flesh, leaving her thighs pink and tender. I want her to remember who owns her, with every step she takes, tomorrow and
for the next week.
Her body begins to quiver, she’s close. As much as I wanted her coming in my mouth, my need to feel her coming on my cock is stronger. Releasing her from my mouth, I lean back on my knees and pull her into my lap, straddling me. She is trembling in my arms. “Dylan, please…” Her voice is just a faint whisper. She’s aching to come. I have her right where I want her.
Positioning my tip at her entrance, I slowly push her down on my length. We both cry out in unison. She is so warm and wet and she’s gripping me tighter than a fist. It’s the most exquisite feeling in the world. The sounds she is making have me about to come already. I haven’t laid hands on another woman since I met Zoe, and no other woman will ever feel my touch again. Zoe is it for me.
I grip her golden locks in my hand and, with a quick flick of my wrist, her head is back, and my mouth is on her neck, tongue licking at her pulse point. Her nails dig into my back as she rides me. I wrap my free hand around her tiny waist and hold her tight against my chest while I leave my mark on her neck. Everyone will know she is mine. She is so tight and warm; I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
Her pussy pulses around every inch of my length. “That’s it baby, choke my cock with this tight fucking pussy. Come with me, Zoe.” Each pulse pulls us closer to the edge.
Zoe holds me tighter as her orgasm takes her over. My name spills from her lips over and over, and it sets me off like a fucking gun. I come hard and fast, filling her with every last drop I have.
Her body goes limp against mine. I hold her steady in my arms as the last of the waves wash over her body. Gently stroking her sweat laced back, I kiss her softly. I knew we would be good together, but I never thought it could be this damn good. We were made for each other and nothing will ever take that away.
Zoe