Center Mass (Code 11-KPD SWAT 1)

I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air as he devoured my pussy from behind.

His hot breath against the lips of my sex had me seeing double in anticipation.

“Please,” I urged, pressing back into him.

His strong, thick hands traveled up my thighs.

Fingers on the outside, and thumbs on the inside.

When he came in contact with the wetness that seeped onto my thigh, he stopped and gathered the wetness on his fingers.

Then, without warning, he plunged both thumbs into my sheath.

I screamed, pushing back and riding his fingers.

His bearded mouth kissed the center of my back as he kissed up my spine.

When he reached the back of my neck, I was on the verge of coming.

He stopped when he realized that I was on the verge, and removed his thumbs.

I heard the distinct sound of his mouth as he sucked the juices off his fingers, and I buried my face into the pillow under my face, swaying my body back and forth in anticipation.

He didn’t disappoint.

Short moments later, I felt the large, bulbous head of his cock as he lined it up with my pussy and started sliding it in.

It was slow, but no less exciting as he did.

He worked himself inside of me slowly, pushing all the way in before he was forced to stop, then retreated again.

The pace, although slow, was more than enough to have my orgasm riding the thin line of bursting free. I was so close to the edge.

My hands snuck down between my legs as I searched for that extra little push, but he caught first one arm, then the other, pinning them against the small of my back.

“Not tonight, you won’t,” he insisted as he continued the slow pace.

I groaned into my pillow again, core clenching and unclenching on him.

Anything to try to get him to go faster…or harder.

He had an iron will and impeccable control, though, because he never deviated from his pace.

In, out. In, out.

Slow and steady won the race, he’d said numerous times before.

The head of his cock kissed my entrance when he pulled out, and I got lost for a while as I waited for what he’d do next.

“Luke,” I groaned, pushing back against him.

The head of his cock slipped partially inside and he groaned.

I felt him tense behind me, dick partially withdrawing before he gave a valiant groan of defeat and started to really fuck me.

My hips fell to the bed as he pounded inside of me.

Arms going up to stop my upward movement, he dropped down until his chest was fully against my back.

Air didn’t seem so vital at this moment as my orgasm poured through me.

My breath left my chest, and I could hear Luke’s ragged breathing at my ear as his control, long lost, continued to spiral.

“Oh,” he growled. “Take it all, baby.”

And I did.

Everything he had to give me and more.Chapter 22I thought I was a good person until I started hanging out with you bitches. Now I stand corrected.

-Fact of life

Luke

“Have you been able to find me anything yet?” I asked John as I took a seat beside him.

He didn’t glance up as he spoke. “Not yet, no. But I’ve found some leads that I’m following. I’ll have more for you once I get through this firewall. It’s taking me considerably longer than I thought it would. Whoever did it was good.”

I sighed and sat back. “That’s fine, let me know when you have something.”

He gave me an annoyed look. “You said that the last three times I told you I didn’t have anything.”

I shrugged. “I know.”

Bennett sat down hard on the seat next to me with a loud sigh.

I gave him a raised brow. “What?”

His jaw clenched. “That fucker, Pierson, cornered me in the goddamned bathroom. What exactly did he want me to do? Admit that I killed the old man?”

I shook my head. “I’ve hopefully already taken care of it, but in case he doesn’t catch the hint, just keep telling him the truth if he asks. Don’t let him keep you from your work, though. Let me know if he says anything inappropriate.”

He nodded. “Got it.”

Bennett was a big man, nearly five inches over six foot.

Five years ago, I’d have never thought that he’d be like he was now. I’d have been wrong.

He’d put on nearly forty pounds since he was a teen, and at twenty five, he could surely pass for a much older man. Especially with the huge bushy beard that nearly the whole SWAT team sported.

Although Bennett was the newest, and youngest, on the team, he was far from the least experienced.

He’d served five years in the Navy, and three as a SEAL before he got out.

It’d been a tough decision to make, but he’d done it for his daughter, which was what most would do. Hell, three of the men on our team right now got out of the military because they had kids waiting for them. James had done it for his daughter, same as I’d done for mine. That was just a sacrifice you made when you became a parent.

“What time is the K-9 officer getting here?” Michael asked as he fell down into a seat on the opposite side of Downy.

I looked at the watch on my wrist, then at the door. “Right around now.”

KPD was getting a police dog.

I’d done quite a bit of research over the last year when the dog had been approved, and I’d finally gone with a man out of Benton, Louisiana who was a K-9 officer himself. He was also a member of The Dixie Wardens MC, so I’d seen him a lot since my sister married Sebastian.

However, I’d done my research. And I was choosing Officer Killian ‘Trance’ Spurlock not because of my connection to the man, but because he was the best at what he did.

Today, he was just doing some demonstrations to get us familiar with the dog.

He’d then choose one of us with the best affinity with the dog. That man would then become her handler.