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so long since I’ve been touched by another person, since I’ve been fucked, and it feels as divine as he describes it. “And I’m not going here.” He pumps me with sure, long strokes, and I moan into the mattress. “I’m coming here, multiple times.”
    I’m close to coming also. One or two or three more thrusts of that finger and --
    He pauses, withdrawing his gifted right hand, his left hand remaining on my shoulder securing me. I arch, and I push back, but the hand with its thick, wonderful fingers doesn’t return.
    What is he waiting for? I look back at him, meeting his gaze. “Last chance, Sadie. Do you want this?” he asks permission to fuck me.
    I should tell him no. He’s too young, too handsome, too inappropriate, and he’s a cop. I should retain the respect of the police.
    Mate !
    “Yes.” I ignore the rational human part of me and listen to the beagle. “I need your cum in my pussy, and in my ass, and in my mouth.” If I’m to risk my career on a fuck, it will be a glorious fuck, with all my holes well-used.
    “Good girl.” The shudder rolling through him vibrates my skin. “I’ll give you all that and more.” He aligns his thick cockhead with my hole, and pushes into me.
    I whimper, clutching the duvet with my fingers. He’s so large, stretching me, a tinge of pain sharpens my pleasure.
    “God, you’re tight.” He groans as the long slide continues. He pushes and pushes and pushes until I can’t take the fullness.
    “Wright, I can’t,” I confess, his big cock defeating me.
    “A little more, Sadie.” He rubs a thumb over my neck in a soothing motion. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.”
    I’m not a dog, I want to bark, but at this moment, any protest would be a lie. I am his bitch, dominated by him, my mate, a bigger, badder dog with a never-ending cock. Several heartbeats fade before my pussy lips finally press snug against his base.
    “Good girl,” he murmurs again, his lips brushing along my shoulder. He strokes down my side, his hands resting on my hips.
    A bond hums between us, more solid than between dog and master, lover and lover. It feels permanent and scary.
    Mate ! My inner beagle recognizes the bond and embraces it, but mates are forever, and I can’t handle forever right now.
    “Fuck me, Wright.” I push back into him, taking his cock even deeper. “Fuck me hard.” I want it hard enough so I forget about everything except his body ramming into mine.
    “Yes.” He withdraws, and I gasp, feeling every inch of him. “Yes.” He rocks back into me. “Yes.” He thrusts deeper and faster, until he pounds his cock into my pussy.
    “Yes, yes, yes.” I take up his song, howling my agreement. His flesh smacks against mine, my pussy gripping him tightly, tremors building in my body, my soul.
    Mine ! He is mine. The woman and beagle are in agreement. Officer Wright is mine. I belong to him, and he belongs to me.
    “What do you need, Sadie? What do you want?” Wright’s chest rubs against my back, his lips brushing my left ear, his words curling up inside of me, heating my desire.
    I need his lips on my neck. “Bite me, Wright.” I tilt my head to one side, offering him my unblemished skin. “Claim me.”
    “Fuck, Sadie.” His deep voice is stretched thin with passion. “You’re such a dirty little dog.” Wright’s mouth closes on the delicate flesh near the junction of my neck and shoulder, biting me, marking me as his.
    I scream his name, my back arching, my world exploding. He laughs with pure fucking joy, capturing me between his body and the bed, riding my turmoil, thrusting into the storm of my release. He gives me three hard pumps and hollers his own satisfaction, his cock pumping cum into my greedy pussy, draining him dry, zapping his youthful energy until his arms collapse under his weight, flattening me.
    “Fuck, Sadie.” Wright sounds as drowsy and satisfied as I feel.
     

 
     
     
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