Behind the Badge (Home in Carson 2)

Fuck, this woman was the sweetest form of torture. Preston didn’t know what he was going to do when he had to give her up.

Feeling the tip of his cock brush against the back of Shelly’s throat, Preston released his hold on her head and slipped himself from her mouth. When he came, he wanted it to be inside her.

“I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel you around my cock,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips across her ear as he slid his fingers through her sex, spreading the wetness across the lips. Her body shivered at his touch and he knew that she was ready for him.

Reaching across the way into the nightstand, Preston grabbed a condom and tore the wrapping with his teeth. As he guided the latex down his stiff shaft, he watched Shelly crawl father onto the bed, spreading her legs for him. He needed no other invitation than that.

Kneeling onto the bed, Preston licked his fingers and stroked them across her pussy before aligning his cock with her center. He tossed his head back in pleasure as he slipped inside her tight sheath.

Preston filled her to the hilt, then slid back out only to repeat the motion. He thrust into Shelly’s body over and over again until her legs quaked against his hips. He knew she was close, so was he, but he wanted to draw out their pleasure as long as he could.

Rolling onto his back, he took Shelly with him until she was straddling him. Her beautiful body rose above his as she gripped his erection and slid the tip back and forth across her entrance before slipping it deep inside her channel.

Preston watches her large breasts sway as she bobs up and down on his shaft, hypnotized by the movements. Breaking him from her stare, she leans forward, placing her hands on his chest while rotating her hips side to side, then up and down.

His cock had never felt so many sensations before and before he knew it, his body cock was rocketing toward release.

“I’m so close, sweetheart.”

Tossing her hair back, Shelly replied, “Fuck me hard, Preston. I need more.”

Reaching out, he gripped her hips to keep her in place as he thrust his hips into her sex at a staggering pace. She reached between her legs and swirled her hand across her clit as her walls began to tighten around his cock.

“Yes,” she roared as her body fell into pieces around him, his own release following closely behind.

He watched her in complete fascination as she came, her lithe body jerking with every wave of release. It was the only ocean he ever wanted to be lost in.

Shelly’s body collapsed on top of his and he stroked his hand up and down her back as his cock slid free of her center.

“That was amazing,” he told her as he lifted a section of her hair and brushed his fingers through the strands.

“It really was.”

A bark sounded from the lower level and Preston groaned while Shelly giggled from her position against him, causing his cock to jerk.

“I guess I should go take care of him. And of this,” he added as he gestured to the condom.

“Can I get you anything?”

“A bottle of water, maybe? I need to look for my clothes.”

Alarmed, Preston glanced over to her just as he had stood from the bed. “Why do you need clothes? If I only get this night with you, then believe me, we’re going to spend it in au naturale.”

Shelly smiled at him and then relaxed back into the soft bed covering. “Well, if I am staying, then could you bring me my purse? I always keep an extra wrap in there for my hair. For emergencies.”

Preston made quick work of the condom and made sure Ace made one last bathroom trip before he went back upstairs to join Shelly. When he returned to the bedroom, he found her standing in his bathroom, using a bar of soap to wash her face. He knew that she didn’t wear much makeup, but it was still mesmerizing to see her with a fully clean face. She was even more beautiful to him without anything. Shelly’s skin was clear and beautiful.

“Here you go,” he said as he placed the purse on the bathroom counter. As she unzipped a pouch in her bag, she pulled out a silk scarf. He tried to keep from staring as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, but he was fascinated as he watched her twist the scarf around her long straight hair.

Shelly must have seen the curiosity in his eyes because she mentioned, “It helps keep my hair from looking a mess in the morning or getting too tangled. I like to keep it relaxed and straight.”

“I love your hair. It’s gorgeous. I bet it’s just as pretty with your natural curls,” he said, trying to put her at ease. He had never been discriminatory about the women he slept with or dated. As long as there was a mutual attraction, a person’s ethnicity or skin color meant little to him. However, he knew many men and women that thought differently. He wondered what Shelly thought about him being a white guy and if it mattered to her.

Of course, she was here with him now, so that meant something to him.

“There is an extra toothbrush in the top left drawer.”

“Thanks,” she replied as she knotted then tucked the ends of the scarf underneath the folds.