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Authors: Kat Jackson
Tags: United States, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, New Adult & College, African American, multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial
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me, quickening his strokes as he reveled in my fascination. “Wrap me up in those plump little lips of yours.”
No amount of self-restraint was going to stop me. Not even the oath I’d sworn as a police officer or my own personal devotion to my job could persuade me to turn away now. Rules be damned—I needed this man, and badly. Worst of all, the bastard fucking knew it.
I reached out, pushing his hand away from his impressive shaft so I could grasp his significant girth and bringing myself in line with his throbbing tip. My head was swimming as I drew him into my needful mouth, closing my lips obediently around him, letting my eyes flutter shut as I tasted his salty sweetness.
He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and I heard him growl from someplace deep in his chest. It wasn’t the sound of a man he made, but of a beast overcome with passion. “I’m going to cum right down your throat,” he told me.
God… Nobody had ever talked to me like this in my whole life. It only made my pussy wetter, only spurred me on to prove him right. I was working hard for this man, focused solely on returning the favor he’d just paid me. There was no time for breathing, no time to take things slow. This was heavy and serious and totally raw. My jaw ached from his girth, but I kept going, bobbing and slurping on him like a woman possessed, my only thought to bring him to blissful release.
I wanted this cock to make me forget all the bad things that had ever happened to me. I wanted this dick to remind me that I was still human, still a person, still more than my gun and badge. I needed this man to make me whole.
Nathan didn’t even have a chance to warn me as he exploded deep in my mouth, his heavy balls contracting and drawing out long, jolting streams toward the back of my throat. I pulled back, swallowing around him, devouring his essence and savoring the taste. Each violent throb of his dick between my lips made my pussy pulse in tandem, and as he calmed I fell backward onto my ass, breathing hard, trembling from head to toe.
Nathan just watched me as I panted for air, my whole body tense as my breasts heaved on my trembling frame. He looked like he wanted to say something, but though his jaw worked, he couldn’t seem to find the appropriate words.
“Wow,” he said finally, staring at me.
There was nothing to do except laugh. It bubbled out of me, rising in volume even as Nathan joined me, his own deep voice mixing with my lilting tone in the small space as we let out all our frustration and worry. It felt good to laugh. It felt really good to laugh with this man, in particular. For a moment, he wasn’t the billionaire witness, and I wasn’t the poor black detective sent to serve and protect him.
For a moment, we were alive, together, and nothing else really mattered. It was strange to think of it that way, but it was true. For some reason, being with this man I barely knew made me feel things I’d been denying myself for years, things I thought I’d never get another chance to feel.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my laughter gradually coming back under control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he stared at me, making my knees quake just looking at the heights of his arousal. So maybe I was still horny. This was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body. “Are you on the pill?”
I shook my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed three miles of Egyptian cotton, and not one single condom?” I asked.
He grinned wolfishly. It made my heart flutter. “I’m supposed to be locked up in this apartment with Detective Hard-ass. Don’t you think packing condoms would have been a little presumptuous?” he answered.
“Fine,” I replied, looking away from his impossibly sexy cock, still rock hard
No amount of self-restraint was going to stop me. Not even the oath I’d sworn as a police officer or my own personal devotion to my job could persuade me to turn away now. Rules be damned—I needed this man, and badly. Worst of all, the bastard fucking knew it.
I reached out, pushing his hand away from his impressive shaft so I could grasp his significant girth and bringing myself in line with his throbbing tip. My head was swimming as I drew him into my needful mouth, closing my lips obediently around him, letting my eyes flutter shut as I tasted his salty sweetness.
He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and I heard him growl from someplace deep in his chest. It wasn’t the sound of a man he made, but of a beast overcome with passion. “I’m going to cum right down your throat,” he told me.
God… Nobody had ever talked to me like this in my whole life. It only made my pussy wetter, only spurred me on to prove him right. I was working hard for this man, focused solely on returning the favor he’d just paid me. There was no time for breathing, no time to take things slow. This was heavy and serious and totally raw. My jaw ached from his girth, but I kept going, bobbing and slurping on him like a woman possessed, my only thought to bring him to blissful release.
I wanted this cock to make me forget all the bad things that had ever happened to me. I wanted this dick to remind me that I was still human, still a person, still more than my gun and badge. I needed this man to make me whole.
Nathan didn’t even have a chance to warn me as he exploded deep in my mouth, his heavy balls contracting and drawing out long, jolting streams toward the back of my throat. I pulled back, swallowing around him, devouring his essence and savoring the taste. Each violent throb of his dick between my lips made my pussy pulse in tandem, and as he calmed I fell backward onto my ass, breathing hard, trembling from head to toe.
Nathan just watched me as I panted for air, my whole body tense as my breasts heaved on my trembling frame. He looked like he wanted to say something, but though his jaw worked, he couldn’t seem to find the appropriate words.
“Wow,” he said finally, staring at me.
There was nothing to do except laugh. It bubbled out of me, rising in volume even as Nathan joined me, his own deep voice mixing with my lilting tone in the small space as we let out all our frustration and worry. It felt good to laugh. It felt really good to laugh with this man, in particular. For a moment, he wasn’t the billionaire witness, and I wasn’t the poor black detective sent to serve and protect him.
For a moment, we were alive, together, and nothing else really mattered. It was strange to think of it that way, but it was true. For some reason, being with this man I barely knew made me feel things I’d been denying myself for years, things I thought I’d never get another chance to feel.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my laughter gradually coming back under control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he stared at me, making my knees quake just looking at the heights of his arousal. So maybe I was still horny. This was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body. “Are you on the pill?”
I shook my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed three miles of Egyptian cotton, and not one single condom?” I asked.
He grinned wolfishly. It made my heart flutter. “I’m supposed to be locked up in this apartment with Detective Hard-ass. Don’t you think packing condoms would have been a little presumptuous?” he answered.
“Fine,” I replied, looking away from his impossibly sexy cock, still rock hard
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