Legal Beagle

by Cynthia Sax

  “Lower.” Her chest heaves. “He touched me lower.”

  The hell he did. Frisking someone like this is a fast track to a lawsuit. I spread my fingers over her short private hair, petting her as I would pet the beagle.

  Sadie moans, grinding her ass against my groin. I dip my fingertips into the sweetest, wettest pool of warmth.

  “And what did you have concealed here?” I kiss along her neck, feeling her throat constrict and release beneath my lips. “Your gavel?”

  I pick up her replacement gavel, stroking the thicker handle with its interesting ridges. “Did he find your gavel stuck up your hot pussy?” I rub the handle over her clit, before sliding it into her slick channel. “You’re such a bad dog, Sadie.” I rotate it so she feels the wood’s unique texture. “You forced him to remove it, didn’t you?”

  I pump her with the gavel, as she twists and writhes under me, her hands remaining flat on the wall, her ass stuck out, submitting to my tender treatment.

  “I’m not as accommodating as Jones.” I torment her to the edge of coming, and then I stop. “I won’t remove the gavel, not yet.” She clenches down, holding the gavel with her pussy muscles, and I leave it there, keeping the wood warm and wet, as I continue my frisking, running my hands over her legs, massaging her tight calves, removing her shoes to tickle her toes, until a girlish giggle escapes from her often too serious lips.

  Her laughter dissipates when I lift her robes, stroking over her bare ass. “All the boys are boasting they saved this ass.” I trace the crevice between her ass cheeks with my index finger. My precinct now considers Sadie one of their own. “They saved it for me, Sadie.” I circle her puckered hole, pushing, probing with my fingertip, yearning to ram my cock into her tightness.

  “I’ll need that gavel now.” I slowly extract it, angling the handle to rub against her clit.

  “Wright, no.” Her protests are weak, a token attempt to deny what we both want.

  “Yes.” The wood glistens with her juices, and I rub it over her asshole, lubricating her flesh. “I’m going to stick your gavel up your ass, Sadie, and then, while your ass is full, I’ll fuck your empty pussy.”

  “Yes.” Her fingers curl on the drywall.

  I grin, nudging her ass with the smooth gavel handle. There’s resistance. “Open for me, your honor.” I slap her flesh with the flat of my palm, the sound ringing in the quiet room, and she gasps, her barriers slipping, allowing the slick wood past. “That’s it.” I work it in slowly. “Take it all, all that power and authority right up your ass.”

  “God, Wright.” She makes a high-pitched needy noise, causing my cock to twitch. “It is so hard and unyielding.”

  I bury the handle, the gavel’s head pressed against her ass cheeks. It looks so perfect there, her black robes draped over the wood, the brown framed by the paleness of her bottom, her hole clenching and unclenching as though she is trying to suck it completely into her.

  “Bend over more for me, Sadie.” I give her another slap, reddening her skin. “Let me see your juicy cunt.”

  She is juicy, her cream covering my fingers as I test her readiness. I stick one finger into my mouth. “Hmmm…” She tastes delicious, flavored with the spice of the wood. “I’ll eat you out, sucking you dry.” I unzip my pants, and she stiffens, her body trembling with anticipation. “But first, I need to fill that pussy with my cum. I want you dripping into my mouth.”

  I line my cock up with her entrance, and thrust, driving my cock into her pussy until I’m balls deep, the gavel head hard against my stomach, an “oomph” pushed from Sadie’s lips.

  “You’re so tight.” I feel the gavel handle inside her, pressing against the thin membrane separating ass from pussy. Fuck, it is so arousing, and my cock bobs, threatening immediate release.

  I withdraw, my hands gripping her hips, and I instantly miss her moist hold, so I slam back into her, my body plunging the gavel deeper into her ass, and she cries out.

  “Quiet,” I command, grinning. The courthouse security guards know I’m in my judge’s chambers, and they, not being complete dumbasses with the possible exception of Jones, likely know we’re fucking, but I don’t want any interruptions, not while I have my cock in Sadie’s hot pussy.

  I ride my little beagle shifter, driving into her again and again, fucking my judge up against the wall, her cheek sliding along the smooth painted surface, her plush mouth huffing her desire. She is so fucking beautiful, her normally stern face relaxed and soft with passion.

  I bury my face in her silky hair, murmuring “good girl” and “that’s it” and other nonsense, speaking to both my woman, and her beagle, coaxing her building orgasm.

  We hump until I’m as hard and stiff as the gavel handle stuck in her ass. My balls beg for release, and I don’t think I can take another minute of it, not without losing my fucking mind. I swear to God, if Sadie doesn’t come soon, I’m taking the gavel out of her tight body, and whacking myself in the head with it.

  “Wright?”

  Fucking finally. Although I’m a crawling, begging bouncing ball of raging lust, I dredge up my best and calmest voice of authority, and order, “Now, Sadie.” I thrust deep, covering her, pushing on the gavel, cupping her breasts with one hand, and offering her my other hand as a makeshift silencer.

  She bites down on my callused palm, the pain brilliantly sharp, and as her pussy gyrates around my cock excitedly like her beagle with that damn red ball, I come so hard, I not only see lights, I see rainbows and fucking butterflies. It is a near death experience without the dying and pain and shit.

  “Fuck, Sadie.” Her pussy is wringing every drop of cum from my cock, taking my brain along with it. The woman is merciless, not leaving me with a remnant of sanity, and I love her for it, my hips jerking in a futile attempt to give her more of me.

  I eventually quiet ‘cause that’s what happens when you die, and I sag against her, wondering what the hell is hard and digging into my gut. I’d investigate but that means moving, and I’m not capable of that yet. “I love you, Judge Sadie.” The pussy-whipped words ooze out of my mouth, unfiltered by my flat-lining brain.

  “I love you too, Officer Wright.” She turns her flushed face and smiles, the very picture of smug woman, and satisfied judge.

  Fuck. A dog really is a man’s best friend.

  lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what ’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.

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