Cop Appeal by Ava Meyers

EXCERPT FROM THIS BOOK, COP APPEAL
     
    First comes love then comes pleasure…
     
    Since Sarah hadn’t been expecting Luke’s
visit and had gotten into the habit of eating cereal morning, noon,
and night, he insisted on walking her to the deli around the corner
and treating her to a gourmet sub. When she teasingly said she
wanted to keep feasting on her very own sub for a while longer, he
laughed and told her the special of the day was far larger than
six-inches. That spurred a rather intense make-out session that
started in the living room, traversed into the kitchen, and ended
on the dining room table. But somehow he still got her into the
shower and out to eat afterwards.
    She wondered briefly at his insistence that
they leave the house, but got distracted when he offered to give
her a ride on his motorcycle. He didn’t have a helmet, so he
wouldn’t take her farther than the deli, but even that short ride
was exhilarating.
    Pressed tight against him, she wrapped her
arms around his waist, squeezing him tight and loving the feel of
his muscular butt jammed between her thighs. She closed her eyes,
swaying with him when he turned the bike, their movements smooth.
In sync. Natural. The cool night air was a wonderful contrast to
the heat still pulsing through her, and when they got to the deli,
she had to force herself not to beg him to keep going. To take her
someplace far away. Someplace where they could be alone, with no
ex-husband to worry about, no responsibility to interrupt them, and
no insecurities to plague her.
    They were plaguing her.
    They taunted her with old fears that while
the sex was spectacular, sooner or later he’d realize he could do
far better than Sure-Thing-Sarah .
    But this time, she refused to let her fears
control her. Get over it, she mentally snapped. Maybe he’d get
tired of her. Maybe he wouldn’t.
    You finally stood up to Richard . Fight for what you want, damn it.
    She wanted Luke.
    Resolved to enjoy her time with him, she
forced herself to take some risks. When they got off the
motorcycle, she reached out and took his hand, basking in his
smile. At the deli, he plied her with wine and dessert in addition
to the sandwich, and she used the opportunity to feed him. When
they returned to her place, she was feeling mellow and lazy, and
she wanted nothing more than to explore his body from head to toe
at her leisure. To show him how much she loved him, even if
she wasn’t ready to say it.
    She made her request.
    “Sounds good to me,” he said.
     

CHAPTER ONE
     
    Sarah Larson ended her day the same way she
always did—with Luke Anderson inside her. First he entered her
mouth. Then her pussy. Then finally her ass. Then he started all
over again.
    She took his thick length in every possible
way imaginable, savoring every hot inch.
    She gloried in the way he made not just her
body feel full, but her soul, too.
    As if she’d never hunger, never despair,
never want for anything again.
    As if she’d never feel more replete or
complete than when she was in his arms.
    “Luke,” she whispered, then released a
prolonged moan as she gyrated her hips, moving his shaft in and out
of her so it dragged against the sensitive, clenching walls of her
core. Her lube made his thrust and retreat silky smooth, but even
so, the pleasure was intense enough that it carried a bite of
pain.
    She matched the sensation by pinching one
nipple, then she dragged her nail across it. Her clit, plumped with
blood and demanding attention, throbbed as she rubbed the tip of
his dick against it, then throbbed some more when he abandoned the
sweet spot to shove himself fully inside her again.
    “Yes, yes,” she chanted. “Fuck me, Luke.
Fuck me hard.”
    Enflamed by her frenzied commands, he
powered in and out of her. His flesh slapped against hers in a
steady rhythm, harmonizing with the squishy sounds of moist arousal
and her jagged gasps of mounting pleasure.
    Time and again, he rubbed against the area
of her body