Hot Cop

“Do you think you can take it, baby?” he asked, kissing my jaw. “Do you think you can take all of me? You wouldn’t be the first woman to run scared when you saw my cock. But you seem like you want it so bad.” I nodded furiously, speechless, wanting. I looked at him, met his hot eyes and blinked rapidly. I was shaking hard, wanting to beg for him. I ran my hand up the back of his wet hair and pulled his mouth back to mine, “Yes,” I panted, “yes, all of it, all of you.”

I lay back against the rock then, bracing myself. His big hand splayed across my stomach and dipped down, stroked me, stretched me open as I slapped the rock and howled. Because Brody fucking me with his fingers was more than enough to make a girl come. My legs were wrapped low around his hips, trapping him to me, so he couldn’t take his magnificent body away from me. His mouth fixed on my nipple, sucking it hard, making me buck and grab for his meaty biceps for something to hold on to. I wanted to beg or cuss or demand, but he had stolen my breath with his big fingers plunging inside me, working me. I rode his hand like a maniac, bucking forward and back to get what I wanted.

“That’s right, baby, you want it,” he said, his voice husky against my neck. He bit my throat and made me cry out in pleasure, whimpering for him to fill me with his cock. At last, he’d teased me enough. He slipped his naughty fingers out of my soaking wet core, licked them and smiled. Then he slid those fingers, wet from his mouth, right over my clit. I exploded, bucking and thrashing as I came. His hand was behind my head, cradling it.

He kissed me softly, “You taste sweet as can be. I’m not gonna give you a minute to catch your breath though.” I nodded, breathless, really wanting a few minutes of afterglow so I could breathe and really savor this feeling of fucking Brody behind a waterfall.

But he gave me no quarter. He hiked my thigh up high to spread me wider. I felt the big, blunt head of his cock at my opening. I pressed down, eager, and felt my lower lips stretch to take just the tapering head of that massive pipe he was packing. I felt a flash of fear but pushed it down stubbornly. I gasped as the flaring head slid into me, as he worked his way in, tunneling in inch by inch, not giving me time to get used to it, feeding more and more of that thick cock into me. I was riveted, watching his pulsing member tunnel its way into my straining pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, so lewd and magnificent. It felt alive in me, muscular and moving, both foreign and like it belonged there. I held on to his shoulders and he had a look of beautiful concentration on his face, brow furrowed. I knew he was trying to take his time and not hurt me, but the vein at his temple pulsed like the strain of control was killing him when he was this aroused.

“Do it,” I panted. “Stuff me with your cock.” He looked up, met my eyes and with one big thrust, he pushed himself inside me to the hilt, penetrating me more fully than anyone ever had. Any other man I’d ever had was nothing compared to this, to the way my body had to shift and adjust to hold him, the strange pride I felt that I could contain all of him, all that live, wild manhood. I arched into him. He leaned his forehead into mine and asked if I was okay.

“Yeah, are you?” I teased.

“This. Feels. Incredible. God—you’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”

“No, baby this feels so good,” I gasped out. Then he started to move and I saw stars. Every place he filled me and rubbed me inside just seemed to light up. My nipples tightened, my nails dug into his shoulders, my mouth fell open. My whole body went loose and delicious and that orgasm built up so fast it was dizzying. He pulled out a little and thrust back in, slamming into me, his balls rubbing my outer lips sensuously. His tongue filled my mouth. One of his hands was at my jaw and throat, gripping me there, not choking, but intense and possessive, making me open my mouth for his tongue, making me keep my eyes on his as he fucked me. That thumb on my jaw, pressing in, the scrape of his teeth on my bottom lip were almost as intense as his cock filling me so that I thought I’d go insane, thought I’d break. Then he did something with his hips, a forward jerk as the thrust that ground his pubic bone right into my clit. I screamed into his mouth as the sharp pleasure crashed over me. I came and came, screaming, gushing around him.