The Officer (Forbidden Encounters 2)

She starts to wiggle and tries to pull away before I hold her in place with my arm. “Wait a minute! Why so many?” she questions.

“You have to learn your lesson,” I growl, as dip my fingers between her legs and feel her dripping wet hole. “I think you like this more than you want to admit.”

“O-okay,” she stutters. “Maybe just a little bit,” she gasps, as I circle down to her clit. “I’m ready.”

Her words set something inside me on fire. Have her laid out across my lap and rubbing my hard cock every time she squirms gets me harder than I’ve ever been before. Lifting my hand, I bring it down swiftly, and I don’t stop this time. I smack each cheek twice and once in the center.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“EEE!” she squeals and bounces on my knees. I quickly rub my hand over the marks to soothe the burn before dipping down between her folds again.

“You did so good,” I groan as I feel how ready she is for me.

“Kenton,” she gasps, “Please. I need you.”

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I don’t know how she does this to me.

I flip her onto her back, not even caring that we aren’t all the way on the bed and drive into her in one quick thrust.

“Yes!” she screams as I feel her start to come.

Determined to prolong her pleasure I start to thrust at a punishing pace. Every thrust brings my throbbing orbs crashing against her red ass and she gasps in pleasure. I have to taste her pleasure. I crush her mouth with mine in a punishing kiss before pulling away again.

“You will not tease me at work again. Do you understand me?” I growl into her mouth.

“Okay,” she gasps.

“I will spank you again if you do. Do you understand?” I ask.

Her eyes burn with lust at my words, and I can see the pleasure peaking in her eyes again, “Yes!” she yells.

“Good,” I growl before giving in to my pleasure and coming with her. I crush her mouth with mine, needing to taste every drop of her pleasure that I can before collapsing on the mattress next to her.

We lay in bed catching our breath be

fore she gets up and strolls across the room. “I promised you pancakes. Will you pass me your shirt? I don’t want people to see me naked,” she calls over her shoulders nodding towards the open window. I follow her line of sight to see the street below where children are playing just on the other side of the fence around her yard and cars are driving by.

“Oh yes,” I say suddenly a little self-conscious. I wonder if anyone notices the police cruiser in her driveway. Surely they must notice, and I wonder what they think about it. Do they wonder if we are too together like this? Or do they assume that I am here with Charlie for a surprise visit? Or perhaps Lucy and I are simply chatting as friends. I imagine many people see me as a father figure to her. There was a time not long ago where I wanted to believe that that’s all I could ever be to her. And any thoughts of her were simply unresolved parental desire to be there for her in a way she has never had anyone else.

I was clearly very wrong.

Bending down to the floor I pick up my button-down shirt and toss it to her. I know she can easily wrap it around herself and then cross to the closet to pick out something of her own, but something tells me that she is going to wear only my shirt and has no plans to change. My gut instincts are correct as I watch her strut down the hall and start a pot of coffee.

She starts humming to herself a little off-key, I find it incredibly adorable. She walks over and turns on the radio hoping to help her musical endeavors. I can’t help but smile as Jack Johnson banana pancakes begins playing over the radio. It’s the absolute perfect song for breakfast especially after a morning of incredible sex.

Feeling my cock stir again, I walk over and wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck gently. She smiles up with me, her long lashes brushing against her eyebrows. She’s so pretty, I don’t understand why she bothers using makeup. Kissing her forehead I reach around her and grab a couple of bananas so I can begin slicing them.

There is something so about how we can hang out like this. Working together in a way that shows we are friends and lovers. We can be standing in silence or working in the kitchen, and no matter what we are still entirely comfortable, it is something that I will forever be grateful for.

Getting into the song I began to sing the chorus as Lucy stops mixing and stares at me.

“Oh my God,” she says. “I had no idea that you could sing!” she exclaims. Dropping the spoon on the counter to set her hands on her hips.

“I’m okay,” I chuckle with a shrug, continuing to slice bananas.

“No, really. You are amazing,” she urges and steps closer sliding her hands around my waist. “It’s really surprising, because I don’t know if you know this, but Charlie is a horrible singer. I mean like, really and truly, terribly tone-deaf. I went with her to a Taylor Swift concert once, and oh my god, my ears were bleeding by the end of the last song,” she laughs before turning back to the mixing bowl.

“Wait a moment, when did you guys go to a Taylor Swift concert?” I frown at her. Charlie isn’t very old, so I’m certain that I am familiar with all the concerts and nighttime activities she’s partaken in.