Policed: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 11)

by Flora Ferrari

  I didn’t know if I was a fool…a dreamer with her head in the clouds, or if we could ever have something. First there was the obvious thing, the age difference. To make matters worse he was my dad’s best friend. The icing on the cake was he had one of the most dangerous jobs in the world.

  And suddenly a calmness fell over me. None of it mattered. The heart wants what the heart wants, and my heart wanted Chase and Chase only.

  CHAPTER 8

  Scarlett

  I didn’t hear a single word my professors said all day. All I could think about was him, and how things ended so abruptly last night. How my cherry still ached to be popped after coming so close just hours earlier. How I had been left high and dry in the back of that police car for over forty-five minutes until another officer came over and offered me a ride back to the station. How I felt like I was caged in back there like I was the one in trouble. But it wasn’t the kind of trouble I was after.

  I had to check out back at the station upon the conclusion of my ride along. My ride along that started with Chase and ended with a middle aged woman from Torrance. Sure, she was friendly and professional, but she wasn’t him. As much as I told myself it had to be that way it still hurt. I just wondered if she could tell what had happened between us, or even worse if she saw it. When I got home I realized there were a few spots I had missed. I was beyond embarrassed and hoped I didn’t get Chase into any kind of trouble.

  I’d find out soon enough. He called to offer me an apology earlier in the day, but I couldn’t take his call. We texted back and forth a few times and agreed I’d go over to his place tonight. I was excited to see where he lived, and a lot more excited to find out how I’d be treated by the lion once inside its den.

  I pushed the button next to his apartment number on the directory and quickly heard the door buzz open. I felt butterflies as I rode up the elevator, but as soon as I stepped out and saw him down the hall, all feelings of uneasiness were gone.

  “Sorry, I just got home,” he said, throwing his arms around me as he ushered me inside.

  “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” I said as I hooked a finger inside the waistline of his crisp white towel. “Because it’s working.”

  “It wasn’t my intention, but I’m glad it was a nice bonus,” he said. He handed me a margarita. “Make yourself at home, while I throw on some clothes.”

  I sat on his couch and took in the view. His place was nice, masculine for sure. It needed a woman’s touch. It looked like a place a man came to sleep and eat and maybe serve up a few drinks from time to time. I knew I wasn’t the first girl to sit on this couch, I just hoped I was the last.

  There were some random pictures and attempts at collages around the house and on the fridge. Pictures of him and his police buddies in their uniforms, doing mud runs, and even some pictures of Chase with my dad. He always seemed to look so happy in all his pictures, I just wondered how much happier he’d be with a woman by his side in the pictures he was yet to take. And not just any woman, me.

  Chase came out from his bedroom in a white t-shirt and Levi’s. If he wasn’t the epitome of an All-American hunk I don’t know who was.

  He grabbed a drink for himself and sat down next to me on the couch. His leg was touching mine. He didn’t seem nervous like a boy my age would just before he knew he was about to have sex. Strangely enough that was the position I should have found myself in, but around him I didn’t. I felt safe. Protected. And in his place I felt comfortable. Too comfortable. I could get used to this really fast. I could see myself waking up here, cooking him breakfast just before he left to go protect the city. It was something he was very good at judging by all the official pieces of police paperwork that looked like all they were missing was a frame.

  “Looks like you’ve won a few awards,” I said.

  “Yeah, I’ve been on some really great teams. Our work received some nice recognition. I wasn’t expecting it, or looking for it, but it sure was nice.”

  It was refreshing to speak with someone who wasn’t just out for all the glory themselves. “Yeah, it’s always nice to be recognized.”

  He shifted his drink to his left hand and raised his right to my cheek, his thumb under my chin his fingers caressing my cheek.

  “Like how I recognize you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

  I could feel myself blushing. “Thank you, but I’m not so sure that’s true.”

  “Come on. I’m sure the boys are beating down your door back on campus.”

  If only, I thought. Not that I wished they were, but it would have been nice to receive at least some recognition for the effort I put in. Unfortunately all the attention seemed to go to the girls on Instagram who were in the game of trading near nude photos for social approval via likes all the while perpetually teasing guys online. “Not exactly,” I said.

  “Well, those silly boys don’t know what they’re missing then,” he said.

  “I guess not,” I said. “Maybe that’s the problem right there.”

  “What’s that?” he said.

  “They’re boys, and I need a man.”

  He set his drink on the coffee table before taking mine from my hand and doing the same. With his left hand he pulled me in closer to his body. His right hand rising to the side of my face, caressing me. I could smell his unique masculine scent again. Those earthy, wooden tones. I could feel his breath on my face. His left hand was so strong behind my back it substituted for a chair.

  His lips just inches from mine as he stared into my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. He leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and gentle at first, but that lasted less than a few seconds. His mouth began devouring mine as his hands reached for my shirt, pulling it up over my head.

  He took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them through my bra. Kneading them, cupping them, owning them.

  His lips still against mine, his tongue fucking my mouth, he reached around and unhooked my bra in one motion. His hand came forward and grabbed the middle of my bra as my hands slid to the side of his body, allowing him to pull off my bra.

  He fell into me on the couch and suddenly stopped. He pulled his torso away from me and just stared at my body.

  “Look at you. You are so fucking beautiful and you are all fucking mine.”

  I felt a sense of pride in my body for the first time in a long time, and a warm rush from such a desirable man wanting me with no ifs, ands or buts. There were no two ways around it…he wanted everything I had to give and I wanted nothing more than to give it to him, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to, because I knew he was a man who wouldn’t ask for what he wanted. He would take it.

  And take it he did. He attacked me with a feral passion so aggressive and dominant I barely knew what hit me. His arms slid under my body as his mouth took in as much as my breast as it could hold. His hands moved along my back and around to my chest, pressing my breasts together as he sucked my nipples, flicking them inside his mouth.

  He kissed me again hard as he ran his fingers through my scalp sending a wave of blood rushing to the top of my head.

  His hands moved quickly, sliding down the sides of my body, my body reacting to every touch. My blood boiled for him and his for mine. His skin hot to the touch. His salty kisses with a trace of alcohol as intoxicating as his breath on my skin.

  He slid a pillow under my lower back and pulled my belt tight allowing him to quickly unclasp it and pull it through the loops. He grabbed at my skirt and in one motion pulled it down past my ankles and threw it to the side, hitting the wall before becoming a pile on his floor.

  His hand grabbed my pussy hard, his palm placing pressure on my aching mound. He ran two fingers along the outsides of my folds before quickly grabbing my hips and pulling my waist up to his mouth running his tongue up the middle of my fold, my damn panties preventing the feeling of his lips on my slit. His teases had me soaked all the way through.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

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p; “Yes,” I said like a little mouse, and that’s what I was. He was the lion I had predicted and I was his prey, and now he was toying with me, but in the best way possible. The way I wanted.

  He dropped my body back down to the couch and ripped off my panties, staring at my shaved pussy.

  “Clean shaven. Just how I like. You know why?”

  “Why?” I said.

  “So I can see my cock when it slides in and out of your wet pussy. When your pussy goes from pink to red as I hammer it with my thrusts, and how it will tremble when you cum with my dick deep inside you.’

  “Ahhh.”

  Suddenly I was flipped over and on his lap. With my own belt he spanked me hard. There was no warm-up. No gentle tickles or light lashes. I felt the sting on my ass and my pussy clench.

  “More!” I demanded.

  “Are you trying to tell me what to do?” he said as he spanked me again, harder than the first. I felt my pussy clench again, but there was nothing to grab ahold of. I wanted his cock inside of me. I needed his cock inside me. My body was demanding it.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You’re not in the position to make demands,” he said. I felt a sting on my ass again, but this time it was his flesh on mine. I felt my ass giggle and as it giggled back into place it was promptly greeted by a second slap. This time he followed through with his hand, grabbing my flesh hard with those rough fingers. I could feel the callouses on his skin. The muscles in his digits.

  His hand twisted clockwise and the entrance of my pussy was met with two fingers which quickly found their way inside me just as his left hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

  “I’m cuuuming!” I screamed as my cunt locked onto his fingers like a vice.

  His hand slid under my chest and I felt my entire body lifted from the ground. Oh my God, he was carrying me by my pussy and it felt fucking amazing. With each step his hand moved in and out of me. The pressure against my walls beyond intense, as my pussy memorized the shape of his fingers. But it wasn’t his fingers that I wanted, it was his cock.

  Suddenly I was airborne. I felt a panic before quickly landing face down on the bed. A split second later I felt his hands lock around my ankles and my body being jerked backwards until my pussy met his mouth.

  He licked my slit up and down before flipping me over and pulling my middle into his face.

  I wrapped my legs around his head and moaned like a savage beast, any thought of being a lady long forgotten.

  His hand slid up the middle of me and two fingers slid into my mouth. Fuck that. I grabbed his wrist and jammed all his fingers and thumb inside my mouth sucking them hard and fast, quickly realizing when it came to him I had an oral fixation.

  On the third suck I felt his tongue find my clit. He blew on it before pulling it into his mouth and swirling it around. I exhaled hard, signaling to him he was in the exact right spot, not that he needed the instructions. When it came to him my body was the puppet and he was the puppeteer. He controlled me with each touch, made me feel heat, cold, sensation, lust, desire and thirst. And my thirst was getting angry.

  “Fuck me!” I shouted.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you.”

  “Please fuck me,” I said.

  “Not until you cum in my face and I lick up every drop.”

  “I’m ready,” I said.

  “Not for this,” he said, before moving his head from side to side like a tornado as he jammed his tongue inside me. He leaned forward with his face, applying pressure on my pussy, his face practically inside me. I lost track of who I was and where I was at, until an earth shattering orgasm brought me back into the moment.

  The top half of my body lurched forward and I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

  He pulled his face away and stood. He towered over me. He took his hand and wiped it across his face before jamming four fingers inside his mouth.

  “Delicious,” he said. “And now…now…now you’re going to get fucked!”

  CHAPTER 9

  Scarlett

  T ruer words were never spoken as he grabbed my ankles, flipped me back onto my stomach, and pulled my body back into his as his dick drove into me. He was so hard he didn’t even need to line up his huge, thick rod to my opening.

  His thumbs dug into my back as his fingers gripped my midsection. He slammed forward with his hips each time his hands savagely drove me back and into him. His balls bounced off the underside of my ass as his rod impaled me, my walls feeling every nuance of his dick. I could feel a vein on his cock as he slammed in and out of me.

  Then he stopped. His cock fully inside me, I felt a small tear well up in the corner of my eye. This hurt so good I could barely take it.

  “Now you’re going to really feel each and every inch of me,” he said as he painstakingly pulled his cock out of me ever so slowly. My walls formed a vacuum as he removed himself from me, aching for his return. Just as he got the head of his dick to my opening he paused. His hand came crashing down on my ass cheek and suddenly that slow agonizingly beautiful movement of his cock returned, filling me back up. Replenishing the land he had left barren and dry.

  I felt my body lurch forward as he came up on the bed. He lowered my knees to the mattress as I came up on my elbows, a position as animalistic as it gets.

  “Are you ready to learn something about yourself?”

  “Yes. Teach me.”

  I heard him spit in his hand and then I turned just in time to see him rubbing two fingers inside his palm. Oh no…oh yes. His leaned forward and placed my chin on his left palm. His fingers curled around and into my mouth. And then I felt it.

  My cheeks spread and I knew exactly what he was looking at. He had me in the doggy position and that’s exactly what he was, a dirty dog. Filthy, and I was ready to get filthy right along with him. Two fingers pressed against my rear opening and slowly entered me just as his cock slid forward in rhythm into my other opening.

  He continued his slow in-and-out and I did as best I could not to bite his hand off.

  Three or four in-and-outs later and the pain in my ass turned into pleasure. He continued moving slowly with his fingers at first, but his hips increased their speed as did his fingers.

  Three truly was the magic number. He had filled my mouth, my pussy, and my ass, and as disgusting as it sounded that exactly how he filled my heart. How I was able to give this man my ultimate…my complete trust.

  His hips continued to drill me harder and harder until there was nowhere to go, my cheek pressed against the cushioned headboard.

  “Fuck, you feel that!” he screamed.

  “Everywhere,” I moaned with his hand buried in my mouth.

  As the tip of his dick pounded just the right spot while his shaft sent shockwaves through my walls and his finger pressed against my perineum I wondered if I’d found paradise, and then I realized I hadn’t…because of what happened next.

  My entire body locked, froze up, and then suddenly everything inside me moved like a tidal wave.

  “I’mmmm cuuuuuuming!” I yelled, as he moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors. His moan one deep note, full and rich bass which he held as he filled me with his seed.

  I felt everything inside me coming out and heard what sounded like rain on the sheets. I turned around and my eyes shot open as I watched myself squirting all over his bed as his mouth hung open with his eyes closed tight.

  His followed his long drawn out moan with an “Ahhhhh” before collapsing on top of me. His fingers fell from my mouth and ass, but his cock still firmly planted inside me. My pussy had taken hold and wasn’t about to let go.

  CHAPTER 10

  Chase

  S he owned me. Every fucking single inch of me. I already knew there would never be any more girls after her, but what I just experienced with her solidified it even more, not that I needed it.

  I knew from the moment I saw her at her dorm, when I realized she was all grown up. Damn, was she ever. She was an
adult now and she was mine. There was not a single fucking person on this earth that was going to stop me from getting her, and as crazy as it sounds it was her who got me first. I was spent both emotionally and physically, a combination no girl had ever brought out of me. But she wasn’t a girl, she was the girl…the woman…and she deserved it all and more.

  Yeah, I’d be ready to go again in a few more minutes, at least I should be, but so far tonight she had completely held every single part of me in her hand and as much as I’m a man who would never relinquish control, I was surprised at how amazing it felt.

  She wasn’t a girl. She wasn’t even a woman. I mean, yeah she was everything and more, as in the most important thing she could be. She was my equal.