“Fuck me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do it. Please don’t make me wait…”
“No,” he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. I moaned, trailing off into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”
“Let me suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice dripping with sex as his fingers explored me, rolling soft circles around my delicate nub. I could feel a certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my hips, the kind that pulled my belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle against Nathan’s hard, hungry body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased and tantalized that spot, never providing quite enough friction for me to fully release.
“You can’t handle it, can you, Sandra? You put on this big act for the world, like you’re the one in control... I know what you need,” he said, a finger slipping inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. “You need a man who takes what he wants.”
I cried out as he began to fuck me with his finger. It certainly wasn’t as thick as his massive cock was, but it was better than nothing at all, and I reveled in the sensation of finally being filled. He was playing my body like a musical instrument, his free hand sliding up and wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before pulling my head backward and forcing my back to arch even further.
It was unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body bowed against the wall as my arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the inner wall beneath my stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never experienced with any other man. Nathaniel Hale knew exactly how to give me what I wanted, and I lost myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation.
“You think you’re so strong, but there are some things in life you just can’t control. You can’t control me, Sandra. You can’t even control yourself, can you?”
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his fingertip, trying against all odds to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath my clitoris, rolling over it in time with the soft thrusts of his hand.
Now he was giving me more than I could handle, whereas a moment before, he hadn’t been giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my orgasm swelling, rushing in to envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther out to sea.
“Come for me, Sandra,” he ordered, knowing full well that really, I had no choice. “Just let go.”
The muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. This was happening. I was letting this man claim me in a way only he could. My scalp sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my hair back again, his finger working even more insistently inside me, pressing up gently against my g-spot. Tension poured out from my core.
I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the pleasure rolling out between my thighs. My skin tingled and goose bumps flushed across my body, along with an intolerable swell of heat and desire.
“Oh, God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a bit too loudly. There was no holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar plexus to every single extremity of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching down forcefully on his finger, milking it like I was ready to take a load from his cock. His hand released my hair, reaching around and clamping down over my mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold back in the face of overwhelming bliss.
I’d never had an orgasm like this in my life. Nathan had always made sure I got off first, but this was on a whole different level. Not even my well-worn shower massager at home could match this. Nathan had driven me to new heights, delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled touch. I never wanted to come down again.
My descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed against his palm as I reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing to my knees, my forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall as I gasped for air.
Reality struck me like a brick to the face. What had I just done? I was supposed to be done with Nathaniel Hale, but here I was quivering at his feet.
“God, your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips for me,” Nathan murmured, still standing behind me. “It’s always set you apart… I’ve never touched a woman who reacted quite so eagerly before…”
I pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly toward him, my knees aching against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse, but I had other, more important things than that to focus on.
Oh, God…
Nathan was standing before me, his perfectly tanned musculature on display as he stroked his hard, thick cock. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been on my knees in front of him, I could scarcely believe how incredible he looked…
His cock twitched, and I realized it was pulsing for me, that it was filled with longing for my body. His tip was flushed with desire. I knew he was desperate for my touch. Despite the control he pretended to have, his lust was only a few moments away from getting the better of him.
And me.
“See something you like?” he asked, that cocky trademark smirk spreading across his face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: punch him upside his head or suck his incredible cock.
Both, I realized. I want to do both...
“Go ahead, Sandra,” he urged me as he reveled in my fascination. “Wrap me up in those beautiful 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. I always had… 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… I’d missed this… Before Nathaniel Hale, 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 am woman, hear me roar...
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 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 I used to fuck, and I wasn’t just the 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 made me feel things I’d been denying myself for a long time, things I thought I’d never get another chance to feel. It made me wonder why I had ever decided to stop seeing him in the first place. All his old flaws seemed so unimportant now…
“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 man capable of providing the most incredible sexual experiences of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop.
“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.
“I assumed being presumptuous was part of your core nature,” I replied, letting out a little laugh and looking away from his impossibly sexy cock, still rock hard and ready to please. Why couldn’t I just have it once—just this one time?