“I' m not saying anything without a lawyer.” She gave him a bratty grin.
He grinned back. “I have ways to make you talk, girl.” His erection tented the front of his uniform pants. Her mouth watered. He unhooked the nightstick from his belt. She didn' t know cops carried nightsticks anymore. And then a memory clicked. “Isn' t your uniform brown?”
“Yeah. This is a costume. We' re not supposed to go around molesting females when we' re in uniform.”
She shuddered when he caressed her leg with the blackjack. “Nice prop.” He tapped her thigh. “Spread your legs-I have to check you for weapons.” He slid it right along the cleft in her pussy.
“Is my pussy a weapon?”
He grinned. Desire flashed in his eyes. “Girl, what it' s done to me, absolutely it' s a weapon.”
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The stick spread her lips, nuzzled deeper into her slick folds, rode her clit. He pulled it back too soon, traced a damp trail up over her tummy to her breasts. Her nipples, hard as bullets already, tightened further.
“Look, you got my nightstick all wet,” he said. “I' ll have to write you up for destroying public property.”
“Then why don' t you inspect me with a tool that can handle the job?” She waited a beat and added politely, “Officer.”
His lips twitched. He almost dropped his role. He did drop the stick. And his pants.
And everything else he was wearing. She watched his beautiful cock bobbing with his movements and realized she' d been wrong about one thing-naked didn' t make him look the least bit vulnerable.
He grabbed her ass, hauled her against him. She hooked her thighs just over his hipbones. His lips grazed her neck. His teeth nipped her ear. His cock pressed her belly, desire oozed from the tip, warm against her skin.
“You know that guy you see in movies,” he said, his voice going husky, “the cop who makes the girl think he' s the one she should run to, the one she can trust enough to let in her house when she' s only wearing a t- shirt?”
“Yeah, I know that guy.”
He tore open the condom packet with his teeth before he continued.
“He' s a bad guy. He' ll wait until she' s home all alone, cuff her to the banister in the living room and fuck her brains out first chance he gets.” She watched when he leaned back to slide the rubber over his glistening cock.
“I' ll have to watch out for him.”
“Too late, baby. I' m that guy.”
He lifted Jolie up and yanked her down on top of his cock. He chose that moment when she couldn' t speak through the sensations rippling through her to say, “Last chance, Jolie girl. Anything you need to say?”
“Yes,” she said, squeezing him tight inside her, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Don' t stop.”
That' s how I wound up trading in my computer joystick for Mack' s.
We both decided we didn' t need the virtual after we' d tasted the real. His sacrifice was bigger than mine in that regard. Turns out he was an artist, the one who created that incredible fantasy world we played in. And yeah, I was annoyed for a while that he' d held back on telling me about his job, afraid I wouldn' t want to hook up with a guy who could go off to work one night and not come back. I am afraid, every night when he leaves me. I' m just not willing to let fear make a difference.
Catch and Release, Lucky Librarian-you all can play on without Mack and me.
We' ve leveled up to our own special real-life version of Snatch Me.
So far, it' s a tie score.
