by Dani René
“Jesus, Baby Doll, squeeze my cock. Milk every fucking drop of cum from me.” His voice is at my ear but I can’t control anything. My body pulses, shudders, and shakes and I claw at his back, my nails dig into the taut muscles and my thighs tighten around his hips.
He doesn’t stop and allow me reprieve. He keeps plunging, thrusting, and I’m gone as another toe-curling orgasm ignites every nerve in my body. I feel his soaked finger probing my tight asshole. Suddenly, he sinks one digit into me and I’m lost.
Fireworks explode around me. It’s like the stars are dancing behind my eyelids in a swirl of white and I feel his body lock as he growls. “Fucking perfect little cunt.”
“Are you going to use those cuffs on me?” Cocking my head to the side cheekily, I watch the uniformed man stalk toward me. We’ve been seeing each other for three weeks. Okay, that’s a lie, we’ve been fucking for three weeks. When his shift ends, he pulls into my driveway with all the stress of the day bearing down on his shoulders. Officer Dane Brawley, about six foot three, muscular shoulders, short golden brown hair, and eyes the color of the ocean in the tropics. Every woman’s wet dream, and trust me, he keeps me wet and needy during the day, but at night, he makes sure to eliminate any frustration by giving me multiple orgasms with his fingers, tongue, and that rock hard… baton.
“Jaz, you’d love it too much. I think I better start off with pinning you against that wall.” He gestures to the concrete beside my front door. He steps up to the entrance where I’m waiting, dressed in a black pair of shorts and sheer white tank top. “You do that on purpose?” he asks, his eyes pinned to my hardened nipples.
“Maybe. Let’s go inside.” I’ve lived in this house for two years and this is the most action it’s seen. You see, I’m a Hollywood’s starlet, the up and coming new poster girl for all that’s sweet and innocent. The only problem is, that’s not the real me. I play an eighteen-year-old heading off to college in a new sitcom that’s hit it big in Hollywood. And Officer Brawley, who’s currently following me into my living room, is the policeman who pulled me over for speeding.
Before I can turn to face him, big hands grip my hips. His body pressed against mine has me moaning loudly in the empty room. Thank God I don’t have neighbors because they’d probably call the whole police force with all the screaming Dane has made me do over these past few weeks.
“Ready for my cock, little star?” he growls, and I press my ass against his erection in response. “Mmm, I want to fuck you in the pool tonight, under the stars,” he says, spinning me in his grasp.
“Aren’t you romantic?” I giggle, entwining my hands around his neck. The dark scruff on his chin tells me he’s been working long hours, and he knows how much I love feeling that stubble between my thighs.
“Romance is for pussies, Baby Doll. Tonight, you’re going to wake all of damn Hollywood when I bury my cock deep inside your sweet little cunt.”
Did I mention the man is filthy? Yup. His hands trail down my sides, till they reach my ass and squeeze. Pulling me up against him, he allows me to wrap my legs around his taut waist. The body of a Greek god.
“Do you really want the cops pulling up here?” I lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and inhaling his spicy scent.
He lets me down and pulls his shirt off in one swift move. The buckle on his uniform slacks clinks and echoes as he undoes the belt, dropping them to the floor. Once he’s down to his tight black undies, he glances up at me with the filthiest look in his eyes, glinting at me like he’s about to devour me. I’d let him eat me till I pass out too, but I want to tease him.
“Let’s go for a swim, baby.” I watch him stroll over to the terrace and pull the top I’m wearing up and over my head, shoving my shorts down, I join him outside. The cool breeze has goose bumps rising on my skin and my nipples harden further. Before he turns to me, I dive into the pool, the lights below make the water a deep midnight blue and when I break the surface, I find Dane waist deep in the water, staring at me.
“Are you coming?” I question, watching him intently.
“Oh, I’ll be coming all right, and so will you.” He wades into the water, stalking directly toward me. Spinning around, I head to the deep end of the pool and settle myself on the step. There’s a rock feature, which has a small waterfall splashing behind me. Once he reaches me, his hands grip my thighs, pushing them apart. “You comfy?” I nod. I know what he’s about to do and my body trembles at the thought.
Suddenly, he disappears under water and I feel myself scooting forward on the step. Those pretty pink panties I was wearing are now beside me and Dane has his head buried between my thighs. Did I mention he can hold his breath for five minutes underwater?
His tongue laps at my core, two fingers slowly push into me. It’s pure fucking torture, but I know he loves to draw it out until I’m a trembling mess. Leaning back, my body against the rock, my legs wrapped around his head as he devours me. My core tightens and I feel my release teasing and taunting me. When his teeth bite down on my throbbing clit my body detonates and I cry out his name. Again and again.
Not waiting for me to come down from the high, he releases me and resurfaces, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “So delicious, even underwater.”
The girl is a walking sex toy. It’s more than just the spectacular fucking, though. Every day when I leave her place and head to work, I feel something more. I want to spend more time with her. It’s been a month, and I haven’t so much as even looked at another woman. When I’m not beside her on the sofa, watching reruns of her favorite shows, I’m balls deep in her tight body.
As soon as I walk out the door every morning, I miss her body, her taste, but ultimately, I miss her smile. The way her blue-green eyes sparkle with mischief. I’ve had my fingers deep inside her sweet little hole each day this week, so when I go to work, she is all I can smell all day. Needless to say, I have a fucking hard-on the whole shift.
“What happened, baby?” She’s been in a bad mood this evening and I know it’s got to do with her ex. He’s one of her co-stars or some shit, and I get this sneaking suspicion that the fucker isn’t done with her. I’ve been on set with them and I’ve seen how he looks at her.
“He...hit on me, I guess. After everything that happened between us. He walked up to me today and told me he wanted me back. Then proceeded to try and kiss me.” She turns to face me with a small pout that’s sexy as fuck. Just the thought of her lips touching some other bastard’s makes my blood boil with jealousy. I don’t want any man touching her.
She’s mine. Only fucking mine.
“Baby Doll, he’s an asshole. I’ll gladly teach the fucker a lesson. Maybe he’ll look good in an orange jumpsuit,” I growl out and she giggles.
“No, I told him it’s over and there’s no chance of us ever trying again. I’m just frustrated.” Scrubbing a hand over my face, I meet her pretty eyes that remind me of a lake, a blue-green that’s like looking into glass. America’s little sweetheart. Even though I’m curious to know what he wanted, I want to be inside her more. To make her see she’s mine. These past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing and I’ve never been happier. Even though I’m not sure what she wants, I’ll stick around until she’s ready for me. Until she’s ready to let me into her heart.
“How about I release all that pent up frustration?” I tug her on top of me, and she giggles. Splaying her hands on my chest, she straddles my hips and her body bucks, which in turn has her bare lips rubbing on my shaft. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to fuck you,” I warn, but her gaze turns molten.
“You say that like it’s a threat?” she quirks. Her sassy mouth, smoking body, and those perfect tits are all I need right now.
“Oh, trust me, little star, it is. I doubt you’d want your producer to see you limping tomorrow.” I offer her a cocky wink and another soft laugh falls from her mouth.
“I doubt you can fuck me that good, Dane. I mean, you seem a little tired right now.” Her h
ead cocks to the side as she regards me. It’s true, I am tired, but not exhausted enough to miss out on a chance t make her scream.
Gripping her hips, I shift her back and forth over my now rock hard cock. Her head falls back and her moans are enough to have me groaning in response. This fucking woman will be the death of me.
“Dane, oh God,” she cries out when I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging it. Her body shudders and I know she’s close. I maneuver her so that I can slip into her tight heat.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, baby.” My hips buck into her, pushing deeper into the molten pussy that’s got me addicted. Her tits bounce as I fuck her from below. My hands roam to her pert ass, gripping the soft flesh hard. Her nails rake down my chest causing a hiss to echo through the air around us.
The room smells of sex, our sweaty skin slapping against each other as her body bounces harder and faster. “Dane, Dane, fuck…” Her cunt tightens, squeezing my dick, milking it for all it’s worth and I can’t hold back any longer. My body locks as my orgasm shudders through me, filling her tight little body with every drop of my cum.
I’m still angry with Josh for even trying to talk to me. At least I didn’t have to tell Dane much, he doesn’t need to know because if the man who’s warming my bed and obliterating my pussy knows, he’ll only get involved and that’s not what I want or need.
There was only one possible reason—the twenty-four carat diamond ring.
He was the one who cheated, so I took the damn thing and walked out. I knew I would be safe because if he did anything to me, his secrets would all be revealed. I lived a lie for three long years. The thought that I was about to walk down the aisle with a man who was giving it to my co-star hurts.
Yes, Josh, my ex-fiancé was fucking my on-screen boyfriend.
“Baby Doll.” I pivot to find my sexy as all hell policeman in uniform watching me intently. I’ve been lost in my own world today. “Are you sure you should be doing that?” When I glance down at the mess I’ve made, I shrug and giggle.
“I wanted cookies.” My lips purse into a pout and his gaze settles on my mouth. He stalks toward me, unbuttoning his shirt, and dropping it on the floor. The buckle of his belt is undone in seconds and the zipper of his dark blue slacks hisses as he tugs it down.
The man is chiseled to perfection, and when he presses me against the counter, his strong hands grip my hips and lift me onto the cold surface. The thin white panties I’m wearing quickly soak with arousal when his fingers tease my entrance.
“Dane, please.” The cookies are forgotten when he tugs and rips the thin cotton from my body. With a deep animalistic growl, he pushes my thighs open and buries his head between my legs. The scruff on his jaw scratches against sensitive skin sending tingles through my body.
“So fucking sweet.” Another rumble against my throbbing clit and I’m soaring into a cloud of pleasure that has me gripping the counter painfully. My head drops back and my eyes flutter closed. Suddenly something warm drips onto my bare skin and I snap my gaze to Dane just as his tongue licks the melted chocolate which was supposed to be mixed into the dough for the double chocolate cookies.
Now, he’s topping me with the decadent sweetness. “Your little cunt tastes so good, better than any cookie I’ve ever had.” His tongue darts into my heated core sending me spiraling as he pinches my clit. He knows my body, it’s like he’s studied it and graduated with a fucking A plus.
“Fuck, Dane, shit…” My moans are mixed with the sound of his growl and I’m free-falling. Tumbling without a safety net, and this time, I don’t want to stop. I want to let go and feel. I want to be worshipped and teased. I want to love.
The thought hits me like a fucking punch to the gut. I open my eyes to find his deep teal eyes, they’re bordering more on green as he stares up at me with a glistening smirk. “I want you,” he says quietly, and I know he realized I was panicking.
We’ve been open and honest about what was going on between us, and right now, I feel myself slipping off that edge. That line that we promised not to cross, my stupid girly emotions are racing to the other side and I’m scared. “Baby Doll, look at me.” His commanding tone drags me from the worry, the fear that we’re not going to work out.
“Dane, I—”
“Don’t over think this, Jaz. We’re adults, we fuck, we have fun.” And there it is, the dagger, the bullet to my heart. I press both my hands on his chest and push him away and he lets me. He knows I need space. Once I hop off the counter, I make my way into the guest bathroom and shut the door.
The large mirror reflects my flushed face, my dilated pupils, and my broken heart. I fall quickly. I feel too much, and I let myself want what I can’t have. The man standing in my kitchen with my arousal on his face is here for one thing, to fuck.
We agreed.
I lost the bet.
And now I’m fucked.
When I’ve rinsed my face and pulled my long blonde hair into a bun, I walk back into the kitchen to find it empty and my stomach drops. He’s gone. I didn’t expect a long term arrangement, it happened so suddenly that I didn’t have time to think things through and now I’m staring at crusted cookie dough.
“You okay?” A voice behind me startles me and I jump into a solid wall. Spinning around, I find Dane’s eyes and they’ve changed color again, hinting to the deep blues that twinkle when he’s up to no good. And as I stare at him I find amusement dancing across his face.
“You’re a naughty little star aren’t you?” he growls, gripping my hips, his fingers digging in. “You will never run away from me. Do you understand me? You’re angry? Then talk. You feel sad? Then cry. You want to slap me? Then do it, but don’t doubt that if you ever run from me, I’ll spank that tiny ass of yours until my handprint is glowing bright red on your creamy skin. You get me?”
My mouth falls open and I’m not sure what to say. It’s the most infuriating thing I’ve ever heard a man say to me, but at the same time, I’m ready for him to bend me over and fuck me into oblivion.
The buzzer of the main gate to the property disturbs us before I can answer. “Don’t you dare walk away before you agree.” I stare into those pools that hold emotion that stifles me. We both want this.
“Yes, Dane. I get you.” I lean up on my tiptoes and plant a kiss on his cheek. The buzzer goes again and I groan. “I have to get that, though.” I turn and his hand comes down on my ass, eliciting a yelp from me. Pushing the intercom, I answer. “Hello?”
“Jazzy bear! Open the damn gate.” Rolling my eyes, I realize that more people will find out about Dane and I because my on-screen sister is about to come face to face with the man I’ve been telling her about.
Becky is my co-star, but we’ve been friends since college. “Who’s that, Baby Doll?” Dane’s body is warm at my back as I turn in his arms.
“You know Becky?” He nods. “Yup, good luck.” That’s all I say before she comes bounding into the kitchen and stops dead when she finds me in the strong arms of Dane Brawley.
“Did I interrupt something?” She points between us, and I giggle.
“No, Becks. This is Dane.” She’s incredibly beautiful, her deep tan covers every inch of her body. Her Spanish heritage affords her beautiful skin, with long black hair that reaches her ass. Her dark eyes are smoldering with the gaze she gives us.
“It’s a pleasure, Officer. Do you have a partner? And tell me, is he as… talented as you?” Her flirtatious nature is something that comes to her without a second thought. Dane chuckles and nods.
“Well, Xan is known for his talents. How about we all go on a date and I’ll introduce you?” He responds with amusement.
“See, Jazzy bear, I like him already. Oh, and by the way…” She pins him with a glare. “You hurt her, I’ll hurt you and you will not enjoy it.” She strides past him and I notice she’s dressed for the beach. It’s our only day off this week and I forgot she asked me to head out to the beach with her.
“I have no intention of hurting Jasmine.” He turns to me and pulls me into a hug, which then turns into a heart-stopping kiss. When he finally rights me, he leans in and whispers. “I’ll see you tonight. Wear something… naughty.” And with that, he’s out the door heading into the station.
“Seriously, babe, you need to lock that down.” Shaking my head, I turn to the sink and grab a glass. I don’t want to admit that I’d love to lock that down but that’s not what we are. Dane and I, we’re just sex. Having fun. “Jazzy, did you see how that man looked at you? He was practically pissing on you to claim his territory.”
My gaze snaps to hers and I can’t help giggling at the analogy she’s just used. Scrunching my nose, I make a gagging gesture. “That’s gross. Seriously, Becks. He was not and will not be pissing on me at any point. And he can’t claim his territory if we’ve never confirmed what we are.” She stares at me blankly.
“You’ve got it so bad, and so does he. So wake up and smell that sweet scent of love and lust all mixed into a sexy concoction of he’s going to be moving in soon enough.”
“Are you seriously asking me to go on a double date with you and your girlfriend?” Xan stares at me incredulously. He’s not into dating, at all. He’s been through a shit storm with his ex and I think the thought of getting serious with any woman freaks him out.
“Becky is gorgeous, you’ve seen her. And why not?” He’s staring at me like I’ve just told him I’m getting married or some shit. “Come on, the worst that could happen is some famous chick will be sucking you off tonight.” This catches his attention and he nods in agreement. I knew that would be the clincher.