Ivy and the Cop (Power Play) Read Free Page A

before turning her over on the hood.
    “Patrick!” she protested, but he either didn’t hear her or ignored her plea. She had regretted her fashion choice earlier in the evening, but she was grateful for it now as he lifted her skirt up and yanked her panties down, giving him easy access.
    “You like cops now, huh?” he asked, grabbing both her arms and twisting them behind her back. She yelped in surprise, although it didn’t really hurt. “You got a little fantasy about getting fucked by a cop?”
    She whimpered, looking over her shoulder, trying to see what he was doing, but it was too dark to tell. Then she felt the cold circle of steel on her wrists as he handcuffed her hands behind her back. A shiver of fear went through her, but then he was spreading her with his palms, lifting her ass up so high her belly wasn’t even touching the hood of the car as he buried his face in her pussy.
    “Ohhh fuck, it’s so smooth,” he moaned against her flesh and she smiled at his reaction. That was something new since they’d been together last, before she’d gone off to college and he joined the force. “Oh god, Ivy, your pussy tastes so fucking good!”
    She was putty in his hands, her body his, completely his, and she knew the ache between her thighs would be alleviated only by the soft, relentless pressure of her old lover’s skillful tongue. Patrick knew her buttons, all of them, sliding his hands up her waist, shoving her shirt up so he could cup her breasts through her bra, thumb each nipple, while his tongue drove her mad, sliding up and down her wet slit, teasing, exploring, ignoring the throbbing nub of her clit.
    “Oh please,” she begged him, rolling her hips side to side, trying to zero in, but he wasn’t having any of it. He slipped his tongue into her instead, sucking at her juices—she heard him swallowing, moaning softly—more focused on his own pleasure than hers, taking his time, exploring her anew. And she couldn’t do anything but let him. But, of course, that was the point.
    She cried out whenever his tongue touched her clit, teasing long enough to take her up just a notch, then he was off exploring the soft, smoothness of her flesh again, over the swell of her pussy lips, into the bend of her thigh, even up to the crack of her ass.
    “No!” she gasped when he licked her there .
    “You never would let me do that…” Patrick chuckled and she felt the prickly stubble on his cheek against her thighs, making her shiver. “Did anyone else ever get to fuck your ass, Ivy?”
    She moaned softly against the hood, shaking her head, knowing he couldn’t see her in the darkness. “Noooo.”
    “Good.” Patrick stood and she heard the distinct sound of his belt being unbuckled. Oh god, no , she thought, her ass clenching. He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t dare…
    “ No!” she cried, feeling the head of his cock sliding against her wet cleft, searching in the dark. “Oh please, not my ass…”
    “I should.” Patrick slapped the head of his cock against her asshole and she cried out when she felt him press it there, opening her just a little, just enough to hurt. She whimpered, squirming on the hood, unable to get away, and she sighed in momentary relief as his cock slipped south, finding a softer, more pliable hole to penetrate. She heard him gasp when he was buried in her pussy and he grabbed her wrists, using the handcuff chain for leverage, getting himself another centimeter, maybe two, inside of her.
    “Oh! God! Oh               ! God!” She cried out as he started to fuck her, pounding into her, the sound of his thighs, forcing hers wide, slamming against the rocker panel of the cruiser. Ivy’s pussy ached for release, her clit throbbing, and the feel of him taking her, fucking her, driving deep into her again and again, made her crazy with lust.
    Patrick let go of the handcuffs and grabbed onto her hips, shifting his weight into her more fully, forcing himself even deeper,