He could get fired for this, but at this particular moment, Terrance didn’t care. The feel of Nichelle’s body under his hands was worth any trouble that might come his way. She was a sexy little thing, with mocha brown skin and a body built for sin. So hot she damn near scorched his skin and from the way her breathing hitched, he could tell he wasn’t the only one affected by their proximity.
“I bet you’ll stick to the speed limit next time.”
“I barely went over it.” Her voice held none of her earlier conviction.
Terrance chuckled at her comment. He’d expected nothing less from his fighter. “Barely will get you fined in my county.”
“And apparently molested. I’m more than sure this is illegal in every state, pervert.”
And a few other countries as well, but be that as it may, he was still enjoying every second of it. He’d always been partial to her fiery temper. She was a bold, take-no-prisoner type of woman, and that was what made her current submission all the more sweet.
“You can take down my badge number and press charges, if you like.”
Her snort had him biting back a grin. “As if they’d take my word over yours.”
“If you complain, I promise not to deny a thing.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re cynical and untrusting.” His hands were now under her skirt, cupping her ass. The pretense of patting her down was long gone and they both knew what was happening. Surprisingly, she stood stock still, not responding, but not pulling away either.
“And you’re a controlling egomaniac.”
“True, but apparently it gets you wet.” He had the evidence of that mere inches away from his fingers.
“This isn’t smart.”
“Maybe not, but I’m thinking neither one of us really cares.” Hooking his fingers in her panties, Terrance pulled them down to her thighs, effectively trapping her legs. “But if I’m wrong you can always say no and I’ll stop right here and right now. In fact, if you do say no, I’ll escort you all the way home and forget that I ever pulled you over. No ticket. No problem.”
There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she wouldn’t stop him. He had expected some resistance when he pulled her over, and as usual, Nichelle didn’t let him down. She was going to flay him alive with her words, then bring him back to life with the warmth of her sweet pussy.
“Don’t feel like you have to do me any favors.”
“Fine, I’ll do myself one instead.” He moved one hand to her hip, anchoring her in place, while the other slipped between her soft, wet folds.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Nichelle was completely bare and open to his touch and she moaned as his fingers stroked inside her. Her hands, still on the hood, gripped restlessly at the warm metal. “I take that as a yes.”
“Don’t be too sure of yourself.” She gasped, as his fingers brushed against her sweet spot.
“I’m sure of you. I think you like it all too well, bent over the car, begging me to fuck you while you scream my name.”
“Terrance.” Nichelle’s whimper was barely above a whisper as he slid two fingers deep into her moist center.
“Yeah, just like that, only louder. Begging me with that one word to fuck you as hard and long as I wanted.”
Nichelle jerked as he spoke and he saw her bite her lower lip as she turned to look back at him. He could see her big brown eyes narrowing with resolve as she closed her legs together, trapping his hand between her thighs. “This is insane.”
“Open your legs, Nichelle.” It might have been a bit off kilter, but it felt right.
She shook her head refusing to budge, much to his amusement. Did she really think that was going to deter him? The closed quarters of her thighs wasn’t going to stop Terrance from playing her pussy like a grand piano. If anything, it would help him tease and torture her more. “Be honest ’Chelle, if not to me, then to yourself. Do you really want me to stop?”
“Maybe.” Her voice cracked as he wiggled his hand against her sex.
That was a no if he ever heard one. Chuckling, he entangled his hand in her shoulder length black hair and pulled her head back, exposing her bare neck. “You and I both know what you really want.” He accentuated his words by taking her swollen bud between his fingers and squeezing in the most delicious of ways.
“You think you know me so well.”
Her statement didn’t even warrant a response. “Open your legs. Now!”
Her body shuddered as his thumb flicked over her clit. Terrance gritted his teeth as he continued to torture her with his fingers. Although the fit was tight, it didn’t hinder him from thrusting three fingers inside her over and over, keeping her in a constant state of arousal without allowing her respite. Of course it was torture for him as well. Torture of the sweetest kind.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned, as she spread her legs further apart.
“And you love every second of it.” Terrance began to pump his fingers into her with fast, furious strokes. She pushed back, riding his skillful digits. With his other hand he reached around and pinched her clit between his thumb and finger, not relenting as she screamed her release into the dark night.
He watched as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high, but he wasn’t ready to let up just yet. In fact, he was just getting started. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he pushed her into overload again and again.
“I can’t take any more.” Her voice held a hint of protest, but her body continued to undulate beneath his.
“Yes, you can. You want it; you just don’t want to admit you want it. Give up that iron-fisted control and let me take over.”
“It’s too much.”
“No such thing.” He moved his fingers away from her sweet pussy and stepped back. “Take off your panties and go to the back of the car. Place your hands on the trunk palms down and wait for me.”
“You heard me.” He nodded his head in the direction he ordered her to go. “Now.”
Nichelle did as he instructed without uttering a single word. It was a first for her. Amused, Terrance bypassed her and walked back to his patrol car. After glancing both ways down the silent road, he moved to his trunk and unlocked it, slipping his keys into his pocket. Taking off his weapon, he checked the safety then placed it inside, along with his baton and flashlight. He removed the heavy duty belt and set it alongside the other items inside the trunk before closing the lid. This was a big no-no, but then again, so was fucking a suspect on the side of the road.
As he walked back around the side of the cruiser he was overwhelmed by the sight of Nichelle draped over the trunk of her car. Her skirt was bunched around her hips and he could see the curve of her ass exposed in the headlights from his car. She’d spread her legs wide and mimicked the action with her arms. The top half of her body was lying flat against the trunk lid and she’d laid her cheek against the cool metal. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of longing and trepidation, but with a hint of devilishness there as well. She licked her lips and a smile crossed her face when she noted his return.
Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he dug through it, looking for the lone condom he’d stashed there earlier that morning. After returning his wallet to his pocket he unsnapped his trousers and pulled down his zipper. Terrance pulled out his cock, quickly sheathing his straining erection.
“What’s the big idea, Officer Walker?”
“You have the right to remain silent.” He ran his hand over her bare bottom, sweeping it down her cheeks to brush across her damp folds. He worked his fingers inside her again. Stretching her tight pussy in preparation for his cock. He was hard and hurting. It wasn’t going to be an easy ride. “You won’t be able to, but you’re welcome to try.”
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