Coup De Grâce (Code 11-KPD SWAT 7)

“So perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over the expanse of my ass.

I moaned again.

“Yeah, you fill me so good,” I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his big dick as far as I could get him.

His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.

On one particular thrust he started to come.

I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into my waiting channel.

And that was all I needed, once again, to come.

My eyes crossed, and I threw my head back.

Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I finally came down from the high he’d just delivered to me.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.

I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.

He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.

“You’re killing me lately,” he whispered laughingly.

I snorted.

“I can’t help it. That’s all I think about. Your cock,” I teased.

He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins we’d gotten from Chick-Fil-A the night before.

Handing half to me, I placed it on the front of my vagina while he took the back, doing his best to catch the come that started to leak from my pussy the moment it was free of his cock.

I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his come before retaking my seat.

He’d already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering column.

“Here,” I said, offering the soiled napkins to him.

He gave me a ‘yeah right’ look and took the bag off his steering column, offering it to me. “There.”

I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.

He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and backing out of the makeshift driveway.

“We’re going to be late,” I told him.

He tossed me a look. “We’re not going to be late. You can’t be late to somethin’ like this.”

Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea starting to return now that the horniness wasn’t there to overwhelm the nausea.

“You can be late to something like this if your sister’s been sitting in the driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there,” I retorted.

He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that he’d done so.

I, at least, heard the derision in his tone.

“My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house in the first place because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and she’d tear up her yard. Then when she didn’t get the driveway, I told her to get a four wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck gets a two wheel drive Jeep?”

I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didn’t have an answer for him.

The answer was: nobody.

What was the point of a Jeep if it didn’t have four wheel drive?

Not that I’d side with him.

Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the world.

Or, at least, Michael would get a fat head thinking he was always right.

“She lives out in the boonies, too, which means it’s a drive from wherever I’m at,” he told me as he turned down a dirt road. “And it’s a fixer upper, so I’m there every other weekend, it seems like.”

He wasn’t there every other weekend, which I told him.

“You’re not there every other weekend. Because you’ve been with me for a month now, and I’ve never met her, and you spend your weekends with me,” I told him dryly.

He winked at me, and I felt shivers race down my spine.

But then we hit a pot hole causing the truck to dip down low.

And the nausea welled back up my throat.

“Pull over!” I pleaded, hand going to my mouth.

He read the state I was in quickly with a quick scan of his eyes, and pulled over. Not that it was much.

But it was enough.

He stopped the truck quickly, and I had enough time to throw my door open before I lost the lunch that I’d barely eaten.

My head felt like it was a million times too big as I threw up everything I had in there, then started dry heaving.

I guess Michael was worried about me falling out of the truck because his hand went to the waist band of my skirt to hold on while I violently puked.

Head pounding, I lifted up.

Only to come face to face with a cow.

He was on his side of the fence, but still, the surprise of it all had me squeaking in surprise.

“You okay?” Michael asked.

I turned to him, then back to the cow.

“Yeah, I’m okay now. I’ve been nauseous since breakfast,” I told him.

“Stomach bug?” He asked worriedly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. We have so many sick people come through the hospital every day that it’s possible. But I haven’t a clue. I just hope it goes the hell away.”

Reluctantly, he let my skirt go, and turned back to face the front of the truck.

“Maybe we should take you home,” he said. “It wouldn’t be good to pass whatever you have to Reggie.”

I waved my hand. “I’ll stay in the car. You’re all the way out here, and I’ll be fine as long as you don’t mind.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t mind. Just don’t spread your cooties to me.”

I snorted, and pulled the door closed, tossing a glance at the cow who looked a little bit sad to see me go.

I leaned my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes as Michael started moving the truck back down the road. At a much slower pace this time.