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  They play in my mind as I drive down the windy roads.

  There’s no one here, not a soul out this late at night.

  I remember how he pushed me down into the dirt. How my knees scratched on the pavement. I can still remember the sound of the officer’s zipper being pulled down and the tug of my hair at the base of my head.

  He tasted sweet. I only wanted to lick him at first. Just to tease him like he was doing to me that night.

  Just the drop of precum that sat in the slit of his dick. It glistened in the evening light with the silence surrounding us only interrupted by my heavy breathing.

  My thighs clench as I remember him punishing me. Shoving himself deep down the back of my throat. As far as he could until I gagged.

  But I was eager for more. I didn’t care if it was too much for me to take.

  My knees were dirty, my hands trembled as my parked car hid us from view.

  It was quick and over before I was ready.

  That was the first time, years ago when I was only in my early twenties. Young and stupid. Wanting a thrill and more than that, wanting to be fucked the way I’d always dreamed of. There are some desires that are best for the night.

  According to the GPS, I’m now driving on that very road. Searching out the same desire as if I might stumble upon it before I get to a place I’ve never wanted to be.

  The last time I was here, I couldn’t wait to leave. A small Podunk town wasn’t the place where my dreams would be made… or so I thought.

  My gaze flickers to the clock on the GPS. Estimated time of arrival is only seventeen minutes. It’s odd how my heart sinks and a sense of loss flows through me as I turn onto the main road.

  But the loss is quickly forgotten on the deserted road.

  Only because it’s not quite deserted.

  My fingers just barely tip the turn signal down, my grip tightening on the wheel as I spot him.

  The parked cop car immediately follows behind me.

  My heart beats harder and I can’t stop myself from staring into the rear view mirror, searching for his face.

  For his hard jaw, just barely speckled in rough stubble. His short hair, buzzed on the sides and longer on top. And his eyes. The way his dark green eyes pierced through me, shredding me of anything that could save me.

  And the second I see it’s him, I lose myself in the memories and desires that have been devouring my every waking moment.

  I’ll remember the power and hunger in his eyes that first night on the side of the road forever.

  Thud, thud, thud, my heart hammers as the seconds pass.

  The tension cuts off my breathing and I can’t stand it.

  My nerves get the best of me before he can even turn his lights on, forcing me to pull over on the right, right next to a patch of tall oak trees.

  Or maybe it’s not nerves, it’s desperation. It must be, because I can’t breathe until he’s pulled right behind me and parked.

  Closing my eyes, I try to swallow, I try to steady my breathing.

  My imagination runs wild for only a moment. Hearing my small feet crash through the fallen branches and leaves on the bed of the small forest, as I run from him. How he’d topple over me, catching up to me quickly.

  My lips kick up into a smirk as I turn my keys and click the ignition off. He’d only let me get as far as he wanted.

  And then he’d take me. In the dark of the night.

  My eyes raise at that thought and to the sound of his police car door shutting behind me. Only a deserted street lies ahead. No one to see what I truly want.

  He didn’t even have to turn his lights on, let alone the siren.

  I stare at his broad shoulders as he stalks towards me. The dark blue uniform is stretched taught over his muscular chest. There’s something about that dip just beneath his throat too. The lights from his car shine behind him and cast shadows over his high cheek bones.

  I close my eyes listening to the sound of his boots approaching.

  I know exactly what I’m going to do. And what I’m going to let him do to me.

  But this is my guilty pleasure. It’s everything I’ve been dreaming about for months.

  Alex

  My dick is already hard. I’ve been waiting far too long for her to come back.

  She doesn’t know that I knew she was coming tonight.

  Maybe she thought she could sneak into town without telling me. Maybe she thought she’d make it all the way to the Inn without having run into me.

  She should know better than that.

  A deep rough groan is stifled in the back of my throat as my dick strains against the zipper of my slacks. I’ve been waiting for an hour in that exact spot. This is the perfect location. No one comes out to this part of town this late at night. She knows that too. She had to know.

  My heart flickers as I get closer and see her head resting back, her eyes closed. Her chest rises slowly in the thin cotton shirt. Her skin is flushed, the pale blush rising up to her cheeks.

  My boots scuffle the small broken pieces of asphalt beneath my feet and her long lashes flutter as she turns her head to face me.

  A moment passes as I take her in. From the stray locks of dark brown hair to the small freckles on her cheeks that trickle down to her shoulder. Even with the faint light and tired eyes from driving for hours, she’s fucking gorgeous.

  “Officer?” her sweet voice is shaky. Her entire body is trembling just slightly. Even as she grips the seatbelt laying across her lap. I know her name without needing her license.

  But she called me “Officer” and if she wants to go back to playing like we used to, who am I to say no?

  “License and registration.” Every slight movement makes the tension hotter. Her soft locks of hair fall down her back as she reaches over to the glove compartment. She lets her ass stick out and takes a second too long after she’s found what she’s looking for and a satisfied groan leaves me.

  I don’t have the patience to wait any longer. But for her and her forbidden fantasies… fuck, I’d do anything to have her.

  The darkness in her doe eyes swirls with recognition as I lean forward, setting my forearm onto the roof and lowering my face to the window.

  “I’m going to need more than this Miss.”

  “Mrs.” She’s quick to correct me, her previously soft and sultry voice ringing out clear in the night air. My eyes search hers for a long time. Besides her ragged breathing and my heart pounding in my chest, all I can hear are the sharp chirps of the crickets in the thicket of the forest to our right.

  “Mrs. then. I’m going to need a little more from you,” I tell her.

  “What would you like?” she asks as her eyes flicker from mine to the lock on the door. She bites down on her lower lip and rings the seatbelt in her hands.

  My words escape me for a moment. Only a moment as I remember crashing my lips against hers and biting down on that lip myself. So sweet and innocent. The night I met her, that’s all I thought she was. I don’t like to admit it, but sometimes I can be wrong.

  “You’re going to need to get out of the vehicle,” I tell her as I slip my hand in through her window and pull the handle myself.

  I can’t help how my lip twitches into a smile at her faint gasp.

  With her eyes cast down and her lips parted, Valarie slowly slips from the car and I nearly groan out loud from the sight of her. Her pale yellow skirt sways around her thighs and her heels click on the pavement.

  The car door clicks shut softly as I watch her chest raise and fall with each heavy breath she’s taking. So innocent. She did this on purpose to tempt me. This woman standing in front of me isn’t at all the sweet little thing she appears to be.

  “Follow me,” I give her the command as she clasps her hands, so eager to touch me. I know exactly what she needs, what dirty thoughts are playing through her head.

  The second I splay my hand on her lower back, it’s like a bolt of electricity that shoots through me. My body recogni
zing hers, needing hers.

  My pace quickens as I practically push her to my car. Her thigh bumps into the hood and makes her gasp, but grabbing her wrist, I pull her around to the side opposite the street so we’re out of view. She stumbles and nearly falls, making her wavy hair cascade in front of her face.

  “Officer, what’s the meaning of this!” she protests and I’d laugh if I didn’t feel like I needed her lips wrapped around my cock, more than I needed the air I breathe.

  “I don’t have time for games, Mrs…” I don’t finish the thought as I unbuckle my belt, “on your knees.”

  “Officer,” she breathes in protest even as she licks her lips and falls onto her knees on the hard ground instantly. Again she holds her hands, ringing her fingers around one another as I take my time, unbuckle my belt and the slowly sliding the zipper down.

  The sight of her like this is everything I’ve wanted since the last time we did this.

  “I know you know what to do,” I tell her under my breath as the dark night seems that much darker. My fingers spear in her hair and I make a fist, bringing her forward, but my dirty little slut is already sucking me down. Her fingernails digging into my thighs with eagerness for more. Shielding her teeth with her lips she takes in as much of my dick as she can, into her hot greedy mouth.

  My head falls back with nothing but pleasure as the intense sensation sings in my blood. The need to fuck her mouth like it’s her cunt rides me hard, but I hold back just slightly. Just enough to let her have some fun.

  Her cheeks hollow and she tries to swallow my dick. The sensation feels too fucking good. My toes curl as I grunt and shove myself deeper down her throat. Again and again until I have to stop. I pull away, making my dick pop out of her mouth before she can make me cum.

  “I want you,” she barely gets the words out as she tries to catch her breath.

  She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Still on her knees, she stares up at me like I can command her. And so I do.

  “Beg for it,” I tell her knowing all the things she’s told me she wants.

  Shame heats her cheeks, making them flushed and that much more gorgeous.

  “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

  Valerie

  “You want this so bad don’t you?” He asks me as if he doesn’t know how much I’ve wanted to relive this night. “You’re dying for it. Your cunt needs me.”

  “Please, fuck me.” I have no shame this time. I want him. I’m throbbing against him with desire and I have no intention of being denied. I place my splayed hand against his chest and push against him. With little resistance, he leans back against his car, slowly dropping to the ground until he’s seated on the dirt with me, his hooded eyes finding mine.

  I lean into him and place my lips at his ear. “I want you. And you better not fucking deny me.”

  “Fuck me then,” he groans and takes my head in his hands. His lips crash hard against mine. His strong tongue runs along the seam of my lips and I part for him. My pussy heats with anticipation as he nips at my bottom lip, making me moan. I can feel him stroking himself and that knowledge makes my skin heat even more. I need him inside of me. Filling me and stretching me with his cock.

  I position myself so that the head of his dick is at my entrance. I’m already needy, and wet and I didn’t even bother wearing panties. I’m that desperate. He stares into my eyes with his lips parted as I gently glide down his massive cock.

  “Oh my God,” I moan at the heavenly feel; it’s so fucking good. I can barely breathe as his cock sinks into me. Fuck!

  There’s a hint of pain and I’m sore instantly. It’s been way too long. I can feel my face scrunch as his fingertips dig into my hips and he shoves himself roughly inside of me. Although it hurts for a moment, the fullness makes my body sing with pleasure.

  Even with the intensity of what we’re doing, the second my eyes meet his, none of it matters. His heated gaze stops me, every part of me. He holds me in a trance of relentless need and desire. It’s all I can see, all I can feel and I can’t move until he grips my waist and let’s out a deep groan of need. Even still, his gaze doesn’t leave mine.

  I move a few inches up and down and then sink all the way down his length, whimpering as the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain causes my limbs to tremble. I still as his dick hits my wall, pushing against it, and let my tight pussy relax around him. My head falls onto his shoulder as the hot sensation overwhelms me. I can barely move, barely do anything at all.

  He takes my head in his hand and kisses me sweetly. His lips are soft and I quickly deepen it. Wanting more of him and of this. I want this night to be burned into my memory just as that night was years ago. He pulls back first, breathing heavily and staring back at me with wild eyes.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck?” he says in a calm and rough tone that doesn’t match any of this. All it does is make me simper, the desire and need to fuck what’s mine comes back to me full force.

  I lick against his lips and he gives me his tongue to suck. I moan into his mouth as I pick my body up and then glide down his length, my arousal makes the movement effortless, although his girth is still stretching me. I lean back and pick up my speed while my hands rest on his muscular pecks. Riding him at my own pace. The chill in the air sends goosebumps down my flesh. Hardening my nipples and heightening the sensation that much more.

  His hands stay at my hips, but he doesn’t control the movements. His head leans forward and he takes my nipple into his mouth, through the thin fabric of my blouse and sheer bra; he bites down and pulls back. Fuck yes! The simple movement makes my pussy ache. I arch my back at the spike of pleasure and wanton heat in my core. But just as soon as he gives me the delicate mix of pleasure and pain, he takes it away.

  He relaxes against the car watching my pussy move over his dick with a hungered look in his green eyes. His heated gaze of adoration sends yet another surge of arousal through me.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” I whimper, my words laced with the loneliness I’ve felt for too long.

  “I’m right here,” he tells me and his words draw my eyes to his lips, and then to his throat as I watch him swallow thickly. He’s mine. I have him again.

  He rocks his hips in a sharp motion and it forces me to cry out as he tears through me quickly. Fuck!

  My clit hits against his pelvis every downward stroke and the moisture that’s gathered there makes my pleasure all the more intense.

  I stop my movements and stare at him. He’s letting me ride him. He’s given me control. But it’s false control. I find myself wanting him to fight for it. I want him to take me. It takes a moment for him to look up at me. He bucks his hips against me, causing me to moan as his eyes find mine. As we both catch our breath he asks, “What’s wrong?”

  I pause for a moment before admitting the truth, “I want you to fight me.”

  Before I can blink, he’s spun us around in the dirt, forcing us both to our feet as he stands and then crushed my body against the car with his.

  I can barely breathe as my back presses against the cold window of the car and I stand on shaky legs. His forearm presses against my shoulders and pushing against him proves useless. He’s a hard wall of brick and he has me right where he wants me. I can’t move or fight him in the least.

  His lips crash hard against mine, stealing what little air I have in my lungs before he spins my body around, pinning me against the car. My legs are on either side of his with his hard dick nestled between the slick folds of my pussy. Both my wrists are captured in one of his hands and held above my head. My breasts are pressed against the car with his heavy chest pushing against my back. I gasp in shock. Holy fuck! My heart races in my chest. His speed and strength are terrifying and invigorating at the same time. It wasn’t like this before. But then again, we’re both in need and the time for playing is over.

  His other hand slips between the car and my body, and he circles my clit with heavy, unrelenting pressure. “Oh
, my God,” I moan against the window. The feeling is so intense I try to move away, but I’m trapped. I can hardly move any part of my body.

  He whispers into my ear, “you questioning my dominance, sweetheart?” My pussy clenches at his words, feeling empty without him inside me. I shake my head slightly the best I can.

  He slams his dick inside of me to the hilt and I scream out his name while my orgasm rips through my body. He groans into my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

  His words bring me that much closer to yet another release as he starts rutting me from behind. Each thrust harder and faster than the last.

  I love every bit of what he’s doing to me. I can hardly take it, but at the same time I want more. I want all of him. I need all of him. My heart clenches in agony. I find myself wanting to beg, but I don’t know what for. His lips kiss over the skin of my shoulder and neck hungrily.

  He nips my ear and sucks on my neck, quickening his pace.

  The sound of his hips slamming into me fuels my need to cum. I try to push against the car, to move away as the feeling becomes too much. The metal is so cold against my skin. Everything is so cold except for him. I need to be closer to him but the sensation is too much. I can’t. I can’t.

  I try everything to escape, but I’m pinned. I can’t get away from the intensity of need running through my body, heating and numbing every inch of me.

  “No no, sweetheart. You wanted me to fuck you like this, remember?” The danger in his voice is intoxicating. I was a fool to think I could fight him. But I love it so much. The taste of forbidden and the excitement of what he can do to me. Fuck, I’ve missed it. I’ve missed him.

  “Take it sweetheart.” His growl makes my pussy clamp down and just as I’m about to cum all over his dick again, he roughly pinches my clit making me scream his name. My strangled moan carries through the empty night as my lungs stop and my entire body tenses. The heat travels through me in waves. Hard and fast and crashing through my shaking body.