“Who did you kill?”
“Richard Mason.”
“Why?”
“Because he was a piece of shit who deserved to die.”
“And?”
I squeeze my eyes closed as he withdraws his fingers. “Because it was hurting you that he was alive. Because I wanted you to be happy.” I’m panting desperately into the bedding, my mind dizzy and wild with desire when I feel him line his cock up to my entrance. “Because I’d do fucking anything for you.”
A scream tears from me as he sinks his cock deep into my pussy.
It’s so wonderful, so painfully pleasurable that I cry out over and over, pulling at the handcuffs, the metal biting into my skin. Guy’s groans fill my ears as he sinks deep into me.
“Guy … you’re so … oh fuck, you’re so big?—”
He squeezes my ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them. “You’ll feel every inch of my cock in your ass soon. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, justpleasedon’t stop.”
“You want me to fuck this pussy?”
Tears spring to my eyes from the pressure, the desperation to be fucked until I can’t breathe. “Yes!”
Oh.
My.
God.
One minute, he’s totally still, bottomed out inside me.
The next, he unleashes hell.
Each slam brings with it a higher pleasure than before. He’s quick, brutal, accurate, fuckingperfect. My cheek and knees burn as they rub against the bedding, the handcuffs burning my wrists. The curve and size of his cock is everything I’ve ever wanted, and the endless barrage of thrusting has me seeing stars. The pleasure and tightening builds, and my moans increase.
“Fuck, your pussy is like heaven,” Guy growls.
That’s what does it. His words, his voice, send me spiraling into pleasure. My orgasm barrels into me and I squirt over his cock, soaking my thighs and the bed, the release so wonderful that for a moment I wonder if I might pass out.
My eyes are closed and I’m close to dropping onto the bed when Guy pulls out. He runs his tongue up my thighs, cleaning up my mess and whispering, “Perfect.”
I hear the squirt of a bottle, then his fingers are back—this time, circling and burying deep into my ass. A low moan escapes me and I arch my back, eager to feel him there, desperate for him to take me again.
“You’re greedy for my cock,” Guy says, positioning himself behind me. “You might not be so eager in a minute.”
“Give me your worst.”
His laugh is low. “You’ll regret that.” The first push of his dick has my eyes flying open. I breathe, relax, each inch bringing with it new threads of pleasure. “My fucking God, you’re tight.”
I can’t speak, can hardly think. It’s like his cock has thickened, lengthened, become harder than steel as he buries it in me. And when he starts to fuck me, I’mdevoured by lust. I fall into it, allow it to swallow me whole, and I’m not quiet about it.
My wrists ache from the cuffs, my throat burns from my screams, but I never want it to end. Just the fact that Guy Gibson, Chief of Police, my friend’s father, the man who should be arresting me, is pounding my ass is its own kind of ecstasy.
It seems beautifully endless. I come over and over, the pleasure blurring together until I’m sure I’m floating away from myself. All the while he praises me, tells me I’m beautiful. I drink up every word and motion until he comes.
“God, Monty—” He shouts, and I come along with him. The orgasm is dizzying, and I smile into the bedding, wild from the sensations he’s given me. His grip on my hips loosen, and he slowly pulls out, his cum spilling out of my ass and over my pussy.
