She’s got a lot of spirit in her and is running hard and fast, but I’m gaining on her. No way she’s going to lose me.
I follow her up a hill and around the corner of a convenience store and stop dead in my tracks. Parked in the lot out front is a cop car with two cops standing around drinking coffee.
She slows down and walks past them, drawing looks.
Don’t even think about it, you bastards.
One looks at his partner and winks, causing jealousy to flow through my body. It makes me want to break their hands for just looking at her.
What do they have to offer? Only I know what she needs.
I watch as she passes them and leans casually against the wall of the store, as if she wasn’t just running for her life.
She turns to me, her eyes sparkling, as if to say,“What are you gonna do now?”
Now that’s just not fair…
In fact, it’s almost breaking the rules.
Forcing me to stand here, watching these two nimrods sip coffee, throwing glances her way, as my body screams at me to rush past them and take her.
The way the light from the store’s sign catches her face, making her glow like a Hollywood beauty.
She sways her hips as if to tease me. She’s like a diamond, gleaming from a pile of rubble.
I stay hidden, counting the seconds until finally the boys in blue hop in their cruiser and head off. Then…
…It’s go-time.
I sprint toward her, and she takes off, racing away from me like her life depends on it.
Yeah, run. We know you love it…
Every muscle in my body is tense. My heart throbs with desire.
Christ, I’m a bad man.
Why can’t I just be normal? Find a nice girl at the coffee shop, chat her up, invite her out to the opera or whatever it is normal people do?
Instead, here I am, strung tight like a bowstring, chasing after a sexy minx after almost getting caught by the cops.
But I’m not the only one who likes it…
I can see the curves of her tight little ass through her trench coat as she runs from me. Images of her naked body flash through my mind. Visions of something I’ve yet to see.
But I will.Soon.
Those legs of hers aren’t just for looks. They carry her down the street like a doe escaping a wolf. But unfortunately for her, this wolf isfast.
I catch up with her right as she’s rounding the corner of an old warehouse. My hands seize her waist like clamps, and I press her up against the filthy brick wall.
A tiny gasp escapes her plump, glossed lips as her eyes go wide. “Rick…”
My cock pulses hard beneath my jeans.
“Gotcha.” I grin.
She’s the literal embodiment of perfection. I can’t find a single flaw on her, and nobody else could either.
