“Yes, sir.”
Fuck, she has no idea what those words do to me. I floor the accelerator once out of the Black Crow car park.
“Wow, so many buttons! What do they all do?” Her manicured nails tap against the centre dashboard of the patrol car.
“Press that red one.” I slow down as we come to a junction.
The blue lights flash overhead and the car’s siren sounds loud outside the vehicle. I floor the accelerator again, weaving through the traffic. Vehicles pull over in the distance, letting us pass.
Lilly giggles, her hands gripping the dash.
“Let me give you something to hold on to.” I take her hand in mine and press her palm against my throbbing dick. A growl erupts from deep in my belly when she squeezes me there. “You feel what you do to me, nightingale?”
She reaches over the centre console, her fingers finding the zip to my trousers and after tugging it down, her soft hand slips inside, finding my cock. “Do you know what you do to me, sir?”
I can’t wait another minute to find out. Swerving the car onto a dirt road, I drive over the rough terrain leading to the woods on Dom’s private land and kill the blues and twos. Her tits bounce with every bump, her body thrown around in her seat, but she doesn’t let go of my cock.
Her soft hand feels incredible wrapped around me like this. From the times we’ve been intimate, she’s always been restrained and my dick’s missed out on this sort of attention.
A laugh burst from her lips. I’ve not seen her laugh like this in a very long time. We approach a clearing in the trees and I pull on the handbrake, spinning us into a donut until we come to a stop.
“That was wild.”
“If I knew you’d enjoy this so much, I would have done it sooner.”
“If I knew you were this much fun, I’d have fucked you sooner.” She leans over, her free hand wrapping around my neck and pulling me to her.
Our lips crash together, teeth clash, tongues dual, and my hands tug on her red jumper. There’s not enough room in the car to do the things I need to do to her.
“Get out of the car,” I growl against her mouth.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I nip her lips and kiss her cheeks. “I want you spread on the bonnet of the car where I can fuck you like you need to be fucked.”
I’ve never seen her move so fast. I unzip the police vest and shrug it off, leaving the radio clipped to it in the car. Grabbing the handcuffs hanging from my waist, a smirk etched on my face, I wrap my arm around her and pull her to me in a searing kissbefore I turn her around and face plant her against the warm metal of the car bonnet while I cuff her hands.
Sweeping her glossy hair from her neck, I kiss her there, my chest pressed against her back, pinning her between me and the bonnet while I grind my dick into her ass.
“You were such a fucking tease bent over that pool table in these fake leather leggings.” My hands roam every inch of her ass, sliding between her touching thighs and up the seam.
I pepper kisses along her neck, stretching the fabric of her jumper over her shoulder. “You belong to me, Lillian.”
She sucks in a breath. “Yes, sir.” Her ass pushes back against me. “I’ve always belonged to you.”
I yank her leather leggings down, peeling them from her thighs like a second skin, then tear the slither of lace swallowed between her cheeks.
She yelps, then rocks back into me and against the car. My hands roam over her round ass, retracing the familiar curves that I’ve committed to memory.
I unbuckle my belt and pull out my engorged cock. “You want this cock inside you, trouble?”
“Yes please, sir.” Her head turns to gaze at my hand fisting my dick. Her silvery blue eyes pierce my soul when she looks at me like that. She's never looked so sublime as she does with the moon shining down through the clearing in the trees like a spotlight on her round ass, bare pussy and spread thighs.
I’m a king with a banquet set before me, ready to feast, but first I’m going to give my girl something to feast on.
“On your knees.” It’s not enough to have my tongue in her throat. “I’ve wanted to fuck your mouth for so long.”
Her body slides from the bonnet, dropping to the ground. Her knees land on the lifeless grass, lying dormant. But my nightingale is very much alive as her eyes sparkle like the stars.Shadows paint her face as she opens her mouth, ready to take me.
