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

so deep it almost hurt. He slammed into her with brute force, grunting with every thrust. He was punishing her, she knew, and maybe she deserved it. She was certainly willing to take it—that was clear to both of them. Ivy squirmed and whimpered and begged him for mercy, but her pussy accepted every bit of the abuse and asked for more.
    “How do you like being fucked by a cop, huh?” Patrick slapped her ass for good measure, making her yelp. “Tell me, Ivy. Tell me!”
    “Ooooohhh fuck!” She moaned, spreading wider for his thrusts. “Yes! Yes! Patrick, yes!”
    “Tell me!” he insisted, using her hips to roll her. He grabbed her shoulders, knowing she couldn’t do anything, with her hands still behind her back, pulling her up, trapping his cock, still wet and hot from fucking her, between them. “Tell me, Ivy.”
    “I want it,” she whispered into his ear, feeling his heart beating hard in his chest, pressed against hers, his uniform buttons biting at her belly and breasts. Her shirt was up, bra undone, skirt shoved up to her waist. “I want you .”
    “Oh Ivy.” He held onto her tight, his face burie d in her hair, breathing deeply, finally confessing, “God. I missed you.”
    “I missed you too,” she panted, wishing she could reach down and touch his cock, put him back inside of her. She wanted him so much she was shaking. Instead, she rocked her hips, forcing his cock between her swollen pussy lips, makin g them both moan with pleasure, trying to show him just how much she’d missed him. “Please, Patrick. Put it in me. Fuck me. I want you !”
    “Oh god, sweetheart,” he murmured, his arms tightening around her. She felt him fumbling behind her back, heard a click, and then she was free, the handcuffs falling to the hood with a clink. “Show me.”
    She didn’t even take the time to rub her aching, chaffed wrists before she had him in her hand, stroking him between her legs, making him groan and thrust. And then she was on her knees in the dirt, gravel biting her kneecaps, and she didn’t care about that either. She eagerly licked and sucked her juices off the spongy, swollen head of his cock, so hungry for him, and Patrick grabbed her hair to keep her greediness from spoiling their fun too soon.
    “Come here.” He lifted her back onto the hood, this time putting her on her back and spreading her legs wide, his glorious tongue finding just the right spot. Ivy arched against him, hand buried in his dark hair, guiding him home. Patrick drank her in, his expert mouth knowing just the right pressure and pace to apply to take her to her destination.
    Ivy was flying.
    “Oh baby,” she whispered, closing her eyes and pressing her hips toward his eager mouth. “Oh baby, sweet baby, make me come! Make me come in your mouth!”
    He was, his tongue making perfect, delicious circles against her quivering clit, and she gave herself to him completely, gave into her orgasm, letting it shake them both. She cried out, her pleasure a near-scream, piercing the night, her thighs trembling, her whole body quivering with her climax as Patrick gathered her to him. And still it wasn’t enough.
    “Take me,” she whispered, reaching down to find him, guide him. “Fuck me. Oh Patrick, please, please, I have to have you inside of me.”
    He groaned at her words, at her urgency, meeting it with his own. Patrick kissed her, the taste of her juices in his mouth so heady, she thought she might pass out, but he was holding her, sliding himself inside of her with a slow, almost painful, piercing heat.
    “ Oh Jesus, baby,” Patrick whispered and she felt him shaking between her thighs. Ivy wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging tight. “You feel so good.”
    “Yes,” she urged, meeting his thrust with her own. “Yes, yes. Do it. Fuck me!”
    He gave in, taking her right there on the hood of his cruiser in the middle of the night, both of them giving in to their animal lust. And still, he remembered,