Justice
Not for the first time, Justice was very happy he had decided to buy a house outside the Middleburg town limits. It meant he wasn’t crowded in with the same people he protected and arrested. But more importantly, right now it meant he had only a ten-minute ride before he could bury himself inside Ana and her obviously soaked pussy.
Most of the guys at the Middleburg Police Department preferred to hang out at the Blue Line on their downtime. Justice had gone a time or two himself, mostly to bond with the men who watched his back day in and out on the job. But he never picked up the women who hung out there. The badge bunnies were low-hanging fruit. Attractive, sure, but most of them were looking to trap a cop with a good pension into a life of wedded mediocrity.
Justice had other plans. Instead, when he felt the need for a hookup, he frequented one of the bars in neighboring towns. But tonight had been his lucky night. The woman with her legs wrapped around his body, her hands wandering over his abs and lower as he sped home, well, she was altogether something different from the usual women looking for a good time.
Bold. Strong. Outspoken. And fucking hot as hell. That was Ana. She even had him wondering if he should move up the timeline on his life plan, specifically the long-term relationship aspect of the plan.
He pulled into his driveway, hitting the button on his custom handlebars to open the garage. The silence echoed around them when he cut the engine on his most prized possession. They both sat on his bike, the heat from her core soaking through his T-shirt and into his back. The tension that had been present from the beginning swelled around them. Neither spoke, but Ana’s hands glided from his chest, down his abs, and skirted around the edges of his swollen dick.
He reciprocated by running his palm up her smooth calf, to her bare thigh, before bringing his hand behind him to rub at her soaked pussy. Fuck, this woman was ready to go. He had an idea to fuck her for the first time right here on the bike. To have her screams of ecstasy echo off the walls in the cavernous garage. Fast little puffs of breath filled his ear, and her hips thrust against his wandering fingers.
The tension grew to be too much. Justice half turned, gripping her hair in one hand and pulling her mouth to his. They attacked each other with a ferocity he had never before experienced with a lover. Ana bit at his lip, and Justice sucked on her tongue. They warred for the upper hand, and before long, Ana was practically humping his side.
Ripping his mouth away, Justice dismounted the bike in one smooth motion, gripped Ana around her waist, and lifted her from the bike. He spun her around, her back to his chest, and he walked them into his house, his mouth working over her neck and shoulders. They made it only as far as his kitchen before he couldn’t take another minute without seeing her naked. Bending her over the kitchen island, he pressed her against the cold granite and made fast work of her zipper. Too fast, apparently, because instead of stopping where it was supposed to, the zipper ripped open along with two inches of the silky fabric below.
“That’s a damn shame. This dress was hot as fuck.” He gripped each side of the rip in his hands. “But since it is already ruined . . .” Tearing threads screeched through his kitchen just before he dropped the two halves of the skimpy dress away from her back. It pooled uselessly around her arms and the counter.
“Damn it, I loved that dress.”
“I’ll make it up to you in orgasms.” Justice barely held on to his restraint now that Ana’s smooth skin spread out before him. He trailed his hand up her spine, marveling at the golden tan skin that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Lean, taut muscles lined her back, and he knew without a doubt she worked hard to keep her body in such stunning form. She didn’t wear a bra, the only clothing on her body now a string that circled her hips and disappeared down between two high, round, firm ass cheeks.
Might as well rip that off too.
It barely took any effort to shred the flimsy thing He slipped two fingers under the meeting of the strings at the small of her back, and pulled. The fabric stretched as it pressed against her pussy. He yanked and it fell away with barely a whisper.
“Don’t forget to add that to your repayment.”
The corners of his mouth tilted up. “Yes, ma’am. I best get started since I have a large debt to repay.”
Justice fell to his knees behind her. Gripping her lush thighs, he spread her legs wide. Ana started to stand, but he put one hand against her back, forcing her back into her prone position. “Don’t move.”
Not waiting for the protest he had no doubt she formed at that moment, Justice dove face first between her spread legs and licked from clit to just before her tight back hole. “Fuck, woman, you taste incredible.” Still not letting her get a word out, Justice went back in for seconds, this time not coming up for air. He used every trick in his book. Sucked on her clit. Shoved his tongue into her sopping opening. Circled her asshole with his thumb on one hand and pressed two fingers into her pussy with the other, sawing them in and out as he pressed more firmly against her back entrance. Ana writhed and screamed and sobbed out one orgasm after another. And all the time she begged for more and more.
Doing his best to ignore his throbbing cock, Justice worked Ana over until her juices ran down her thighs, then he licked them clean and started all over again. Finally, she reached down and pushed his head away. “I don’t think I’ve ever said this before, but I need a break. Now it’s your turn. Where’s the bedroom?”
Justice stood to his full height. He didn’t tower over Ana as he did most women. With the heels, she was almost even with him. Without them, he thought she would be only a few inches shorter. She turned, her chest heaving with the aftereffects of the multiple orgasms he had given her, and his gut tightened with an unknown emotion.
This woman was the physical embodiment of everything he had ever dreamed of. The hair that had been tamed into smooth waves at the bar, now a halo of crazy curls that framed her face after the high-speed bike ride. Dark eyes the color of coffee sparked with intelligence and lust. He wouldn’t call her skinny or even thin; those words suggested weakness to him. No, this woman standing before him naked except for those sinful heels was strong. Lean. He bet she could give him a run for his money on the endurance front. A four-pack softened into the delicate curve of her lower stomach. A tiny waist widened to hips he could grab a hold of. She was toned without losing any of her femininity. Her plump tits sat high on her chest, needing no support to cut the perfect figure under her clothes.
She stood before him totally comfortable with her nakedness and completely blowing his mind in every way. He gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him. “Right this way.”
As they stumbled back toward his bedroom, Ana deftly stripped the clothes from his body. Each delicate brush of her fingers against his skin ramped up his arousal to the point he thought premature ejaculation might be a problem for him for the first time since losing his virginity at sixteen.
Once in his room, Ana shoved him back onto the large bed he’d splurged his entire first paycheck on, and crawled between his legs. No way would he miss a minute of whatever she had planned. Justice propped himself on his elbows, and his gaze clashed with hers, a sassy mischief glinting in her eyes as she took him fully into her mouth in one swoop.
“Fuck.” The heat of her mouth nearly had him blowing his lid and embarrassing the shit out of himself. Desperate to extend this unearthly pleasure, Justice recited the crime stats for Middleburg from the last month in his head. Two sexual assaults, five aggravated assaults, twelve simple assaults, seventeen robberies— four of them armed.
Abruptly, every mind-blowing sensation in his dick halted.
“What are you doing? Where did you just go?”
“I’m trying not to come after two minutes like a teenager.”
A smug grin pushed Ana’s already prominent cheeks higher. “How’s your recovery time?”
“Normally? About five minutes. With you? I don’t think I’ll need it at all.” Air seemed to be stubbornly refusing to fill his lungs, leaving him dizzy and disoriented with lust.
“Then let go. I want to taste your cum on my tongue as you lose control. You don’t have to hold back with me.” Without another word Ana went back to her single-minded goal of making him lose his damn mind.
The head of his cock bumped against the entrance to her throat before she swallowed and took him deeper than any other woman had. A roar clawed its way out between his teeth, and he gripped her hair in both his fists. He couldn’t be sure if it was him fucking her mouth, or her fucking him with her mouth, but either way, it was the single most transcendent sexual experience of his life. He didn’t just see stars, he saw solar systems. Whole galaxies.
One of her hands cupped his balls, alternately tugging on them, then caressing. The other hand gripped the two inches of his cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth and, aided with the mixture of saliva and pre-cum escaping her mouth, stroked him to a near frenzy.
Every muscle in his body clenched as his climax bore down on him like a freight train. His balls tightened close to his body, and in response, Ana pressed the pads of her fingers against the spot behind them. As if she had pressed an invisible trigger, Justice lost all ability to control himself. He held her head still as he thrust up into her mouth, and thick ropes of his cum shot down her throat. The ability to see completely left him, and instead, blackness swarmed behind his eyes. The most powerful orgasm of his life left him feeling wrecked. Slowly it ebbed away, and he collapsed back against the pillows. Ana’s soft tongue lapped at his half-hard cock, cleaning every bit of his essence.
By degrees he came back to himself, immediately fearing that he had gone too far, been too rough. Gently, he stroked the hair back from Ana’s face, a pang of regret hitting him square in the chest as he took in the tracks of black mascara staining her cheeks from the tears that must have been streaming down her face.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Ana.”
She looked up at him with surprise. “For what? That was amazing.”
He thumbed at the streaks of makeup on her face. “I made you cry. I thought I hurt you.”
“God. You’re a sweet thing.” Ana sat up, straddling his upper thighs, her hand tenderly stroking his oversensitized cock. “I don’t care who you are. Even the most seasoned of porn stars are going to have their eyes water when they’ve been face fucked like that. Doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. I loved it, actually. You have nothing to apologize for. But the concern is sweet. Thank you. Not all guys would give a shit.”
Her frank words, along with the gentle attention she showed his dick, slowly brought it back to life. Not only recovered, but ravenous for her again.
“Damn, that really didn’t take long.” Ana laughed to herself, seeming fascinated by his quick turnaround. “Maybe there is something to be said about younger men.”
“I’m not that much younger.” He stroked her legs, sweeping his hands over her inner thighs on each upsweep. With each pass, he brought the tips of his fingers closer and closer to her core but didn’t touch her yet. She began to writhe on top of him, her breathing becoming erratic.
“We are so not talking about our age.” Ana rose up on her knees, captured Justice’s hands in hers, and pinned them over his head.
If he had wanted to, Justice could have easily broken the hold, but he found he didn’t mind relinquishing a little bit of control to the awe-inspiring woman positioning his cock at her opening.
Slowly, she sank down onto his length, and before she took more than an inch or two into her body, she lifted back up again until he almost fell from her folds. But before he did, she lowered once more, taking another inch into her. She repeated the slow, torturous descent of her body on his cock until their hips locked together, the base of his cock snuggly fitting against the lips of her pussy.
She moved her hands from his wrists to his chest, using it to steady herself as she started to move up his length once more. Before she got far, he gripped her hips and held her still, pressing his hips up slightly, seating himself even deeper inside her tight body. Ana gasped and ground down on him, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. Shifting his hold on her, he pressed one hand to the small of her back and the other firmly against her lower stomach.
“Open your eyes.” The low, rough tenor of his voice surprised him. It held more emotion than he had intended. Justice held no misconception about what tonight was for the sassy, sexy woman he met in the bar only hours ago. He knew this would be a one-night stand. Didn’t mean he had to like it. But if he never saw her again, he would make sure Ana never forgot the feel of him stretching her body.
Her eyelids slid open, though still hooded with her climbing desire. Increasing the pressure of his hand against her belly, he felt it from the inside as well and thanked the gods he had already come once. The tight walls of her pussy already molded around his throbbing cock, but with his hand pushing down from the outside, the tightness became almost too much. Apparently Ana agreed, because her body tried to buck and squirm under his hands, trying desperately to find a release.
“You feel my cock deep inside your hot little body?”
Ana bit her lip, whimpering and whining with need. He planted his feet on the mattress and punched his hips up once, hitting a spot inside her that made her squeal.
“You feel how perfectly your cunt was made for me?”
Her nails clawed at the skin of his chest as she nodded again.
“Every time you touch yourself from this day on, it is going to be to thoughts of me filling your pussy to the brim.” He lowered his hips, then thrust back into her, never lessening the pressure on her belly so that every time he entered her, the tip of his cock scraped against her inner walls and made her scream.
Done with words, Justice moved her in sync with his own thrusts from below. The sway and bounce of her tits as she rode him would forever be burned into his memory. The smooth satin of her skin shone as he regretfully relinquished his hold on her stomach to tweak and twist her dark nipples in his fingers.
The wet slap of their bodies crashing together nearly drove him mad. With the added attention to her breasts, Ana soon splintered apart, screaming and moaning as she rode him in a frenzy. She collapsed on top of him, her hips still moving involuntarily.
“Holy shit.” She struggled to catch her breath. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
“Don’t worry. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Her head popped up, eyes wide with shock. “You didn’t come?”
“Not yet. I’m not near done with you.” With that, Justice flipped them over, thrusting into her hard as she moaned and stared at him with disbelief. “We’re just getting started, baby.”
***
Justice squinted as the daylight streamed through his windows. Normally, he welcomed the bright sun in the morning, preferring to wake from its rays pouring in through his large windows more than a blaring alarm. But at that moment, all he wanted was for the sun to go away and give him more time with the mysterious Ana.
Rolling over, he stretched his hand out to pull her back into his arms. He’d discovered she was a restless sleeper. Each time they passed out after another round of gasping orgasms, she would be snuggled deep in his arms. But when he would rouse, the urge to join with her body too strong for even sleep to keep him away, she would be starfished on the bed beside him, her limbs thrown in every direction. It was fucking adorable, a word he hadn’t thought to assign to her before seeing her deep in the throes of sleep.
His searching hand came up empty. His heart raced and he sprung up, the blanket pooling at his feet.
Gone. She was gone. He stalked through each room, though he knew without a doubt the woman who had rocked his world in every way had disappeared while he slept.
Finally rounding the corner into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on the small scrap of paper in the exact spot on the island where he had bent her over and ate her pussy from behind.
Two simple words, written in neat, straight lines, tore a chasm inside his chest he feared would never fully close again.
Thank you.