Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
She reached toward her hip and unclipped her cuffs, then dangled them from one finger. “Turn around.”
His dick, which was hard as a damn fence post already, twitched at the gruffly spoke order. “Looking for a little control tonight, huh?” he asked as he gave her his back.
“You have no idea.” She had the cuffs snapped tight around his wrists in no time. The brush of her fingers against his skin made his dick leak and his balls throb. Once satisfied, she grasped his shoulders and spun him back around. One rough shove had his ass hitting the sink.
Damn, this was going to be hot as fuck.
“I’ve had to deal with men telling me what to do all damn day.” She yanked his basketball shorts down to his ankles, leaving him in the black boxer briefs that highlighted his prominent erection. “Now it’s my turn.”
She dropped to her knees and the sight alone nearly had him coming in his damn underwear. Then she pressed her cheek against his cock and inhaled.
“Shit.” The situation was getting desperate. He hadn’t come in his pants since his early teens, but this damn woman wrecked his control.
Please keep me from coming all over her face the second she pulls down my boxers.
Though it’d be hot as fuck. Another night.
Soft but demanding fingers slipped into the band of his boxers, then they went the way of his shorts. Tracker kicked the clothing away as he gazed down at Jo. Her attention was on his cock. She licked her lips and placed her hands on his thighs, where she flexed her fingers as though testing his strength. The action pulled at some of the hairs, and the sharp sting fueled his lust.
If they’d had a cameraman, they could have recorded this and sold the footage. It’d be the highest-grossing porn ever. A gorgeous, sexy lady cop, fully dressed in uniform, kneeling at his feet while he stood, cock out and cuffed.
Holy fuck, the description alone would make half the men in a ten-mile radius climax.
Jo rubbed her nose up the side of his dick.
Tracker bit his lip as he grunted. Her tongue came next, sliding up and down, swirling around the tip, and generally driving him out of his mind with need. She did it again and again, taking her damn time to explore every inch of him. She even spent time lapping at his balls until his knees were shaking, and he pressed back hard into the counter to keep from collapsing.
The cuffs bit into his wrists, reminding him she had him at a disadvantage. With each passing second, the urge to grab her head and shove his cock down her throat grew until he was clenching his fingers and fighting against the restraints.
“Christ, Jo, you thinking about sucking me sometime or are you planning to kill me by cock torture?”
She gave him the haughtiest look he’d seen from her. “I’m planning to do what I want when I want to do it.”
Hot. As. Fuck.
“Well, I’m gonna make a fucking mess out of that pretty face if you don’t get your mouth around me soon, and while I’d love to see your skin covered in my cum, I’m not sure that’s what you were going for toni…” He breathed heavily a few times then yelled, “Oh, fuck!”
She gave a quick, hard suck to the tip of his dick. The pressure was so intense his stomach clenched.
“How about you shut your mouth before I stuff that dish towel in it so you can’t talk?”
What did it say about him that he was considering mouthing off just to have her manhandle him more? Instead, he winked. “Sorry, officer. I’ll behave.”
She made a disbelieving sound, but her lips quirked. This was as fun for her as it was for him. She went back to tormenting him with long licks followed by quick flicks of her tongue all over his dick and sack. She even threw a wink his way, knowing what she was doing to him.
The little minx.
In no time, she had him back to the desperate need for more pressure on his dick. Something tighter, harder, more intense. He needed to fuck and was going to lose his mind if she didn’t give him more in the next few seconds. Having his hands restrained was cruel and unusual punishment in the most erotic way possible. While up for trying anything in terms of sex, he’d never handed over control like this. Hook-ups with women he barely knew didn’t head in this direction. They always wanted him to take the lead, which he was more than happy to do. Now that Jo held the reins, he hadn’t realized how frantic he’d been for the need to touch, take, and dominate. Yet having those desires denied had him barreling toward an orgasm that could melt his brain.