Protect and Serve: Badge Bunny
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I push against the wall as he surges into me again and again. “I’m yours, Officer Drake.” I’m not simply saying this because he’s pounding me into submission with his big cock, though that alone is incentive to lie. No, I mean the words. I’m Officer Drake’s permanent pet, forever and ever.
“Mine.” With me fully impaled on him, my body held up by that steel cock, he strokes my ass. “No one arrests this cottontail except for me.” I quiver. He bends over me, his badge cold against my spine, to lick my left ear.
I thrash. His tongue in my ear drives me absolutely wild. “No one but you, Officer Drake.” Why would I want anyone other than my gorgeous supercop? “I love you.”
His cock, if possible, hardens even more inside of me. Other than that, he goes completely still. “What did you say, Hunny?” His voice is scary soft, like I confessed to a murder or something.
“I love you,” I repeat. There is no sense in lying. He heard me. He has better hearing than most bunny shifters. “Is there a problem, Officer Drake?” I retreat back to the role-playing.
“Fuck no.” He rides me with renewed enthusiasm. “You love me.” Skin slaps against skin. “My Hunny bunny loves me.” He sounds in shock, like I have a choice about loving him. “Me. You love me.”
As he moves, I care less and less about his reaction. We can talk about this later. I need to come right now. My trembling increases until I’m shaking all over. I’m close. I reach down. Drake brushes my hand away. “Drake --”
“Mine, Hunny.” He puts those coarse fingertips on my clit, and I explode. I scream. I buck back, my head barely missing his face.
“You’re mine.” He doesn’t relent, his cock pushing in and out of my throbbing pussy. “Mine,” he finally yells, thrusting forward, his cum filling me.
“I love you, Hunny.” His knees buckle. He falls backward, taking me with him. The floor vibrates. He groans. I’m unharmed, landing on his chest, safe in his arms. “And you love me,” he repeats, dazed.
“I love you.” I place my hand on his badge. “I will always love you.” I am one reformed rabbit.
Cynthia Sax
Although not always a rule follower, Cynthia Sax has a healthy respect for the law and the hunks… ummm… officers who enforce it. Policemen and women put their lives on the line every day to keep us safe. That’s Cynthia Sax’s definition of a hero.
Cynthia thanks Lena Austin for originating this wonderful series. She had handfuls of fun writing this story. Cynthia also thanks her wonderful hubby for putting up with her hopping around the house like a bunny shifter. Research does get a little bit crazy in the Sax household. You can learn more about Cynthia by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.