trouble. Help me , she mouths. Those brown eyes widen with fear.
This is none of my damn business. I recognize that. I don’t know her and if she messed with Fox bad enough to warrant a death sentence, she can’t be as sweet and innocent as she appears. But I’m trained to protect, and Hunny needs my protecting. The cop genes kick in. I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me – panty-covered pussy to pant-covered cock. I grow hard ’cause I’m human. Soft angora rubs against my face. The pastel pink sweater, as nice as it feels, unfortunately has to go. Fox’s men can spot it a mile away. I yank it upward over her head and drop it on the permanently sticky floor.
“Whoa, Drake.” Wright gawks at me, his big mouth open. “It was just a suggestion. I didn’t expect you to get laid right here.”
Oh, happy day. I exceeded an asshole’s expectations. “Fuck off.” I repeat my earlier advice and concentrate on Hunny’s situation. The goons are drawing nearer. I cover her bare back with my big hands. She buries her face in my neck. She’s scared. Her large silk-covered breasts shake against my chest. This drives me a bit nutso, my cock twitching like her cute little nose. She’s soft and warm, and she feels like she belongs to me, which is indeed nuts because I don’t do relationships. I prefer my sex like my scotch, straight up with nothing else added.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I hold her until the men pass. When the coast is clear, I murmur, “Not that I’m complaining, Hunny buns, but to what do I owe this pleasure?” against her cheek. Unable to resist, I trace her perfect pink shell of an ear with my tongue.
Her reaction almost makes this tough guy lose control. The musky scent of her wet pussy floods my nostrils. Heat radiates from between her legs. She trembles. There are no mixed messages here. The woman likes her ears touched. That’s just fine because I like touching her ears. I’m a bit freaky that way.
“Slide your hands into my bra,” she whispers, looping her arms around my neck. This lifts her breasts, offering them up for my inspection. “The future of mankind may depend upon it.”
Sure thing, double-oh-sexy. I don’t need the saving mankind excuse to touch her breasts. I’ve dreamed about cupping them since I first saw her. Every dream ends the same way, with me waking up, cock in hand.
She’s fully into this spy business, kissing my forehead, a tender gesture a man like myself isn’t treated to very often. Her honey brown curls fall forward, shielding my search. Duty calls. I slip my hand between silk and skin, two of the softest materials on earth. Her nipples tighten.
“The other one,” she pants, wiggling in my lap, her fingers digging into my bald skull. My cock is pulsing steel. There is only so much wiggling a man can take.
Not ready to give up my prize just yet, I sweep my callused thumb over her nipple. She gasps. I grin. This is, hands down, the sexiest search I’ve ever performed. Put this in the police brochure and we’d get a hell of a lot more recruits, that’s for sure.
She frowns and I switch breasts before she gets pissed. Hot damn, the second breast is as heavy and full as the first. This woman is doubly blessed. I take my time circling her nipple. My fingertips bump up against something hard. I scoop the foreign material out. Fuck me. It’s a data magnet. “What --”
She swallows my words, kissing me deeply, her sweet tongue filling my mouth. The questions can wait, I decide. I palm the data magnet with one hand, and pull up her skirt with the other. Interrogations can be done later at the precinct. Feeling her ass has to be done here and now.
02 Hunny’s Blog
I’m not a whore, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not even a stripper. I’m playing tonsil hockey with Officer Drake because I like kissing. I also like Drake, maybe a bit too much, and this might be the last kiss I ever share.
Krag Fox,
This is none of my damn business. I recognize that. I don’t know her and if she messed with Fox bad enough to warrant a death sentence, she can’t be as sweet and innocent as she appears. But I’m trained to protect, and Hunny needs my protecting. The cop genes kick in. I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me – panty-covered pussy to pant-covered cock. I grow hard ’cause I’m human. Soft angora rubs against my face. The pastel pink sweater, as nice as it feels, unfortunately has to go. Fox’s men can spot it a mile away. I yank it upward over her head and drop it on the permanently sticky floor.
“Whoa, Drake.” Wright gawks at me, his big mouth open. “It was just a suggestion. I didn’t expect you to get laid right here.”
Oh, happy day. I exceeded an asshole’s expectations. “Fuck off.” I repeat my earlier advice and concentrate on Hunny’s situation. The goons are drawing nearer. I cover her bare back with my big hands. She buries her face in my neck. She’s scared. Her large silk-covered breasts shake against my chest. This drives me a bit nutso, my cock twitching like her cute little nose. She’s soft and warm, and she feels like she belongs to me, which is indeed nuts because I don’t do relationships. I prefer my sex like my scotch, straight up with nothing else added.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I hold her until the men pass. When the coast is clear, I murmur, “Not that I’m complaining, Hunny buns, but to what do I owe this pleasure?” against her cheek. Unable to resist, I trace her perfect pink shell of an ear with my tongue.
Her reaction almost makes this tough guy lose control. The musky scent of her wet pussy floods my nostrils. Heat radiates from between her legs. She trembles. There are no mixed messages here. The woman likes her ears touched. That’s just fine because I like touching her ears. I’m a bit freaky that way.
“Slide your hands into my bra,” she whispers, looping her arms around my neck. This lifts her breasts, offering them up for my inspection. “The future of mankind may depend upon it.”
Sure thing, double-oh-sexy. I don’t need the saving mankind excuse to touch her breasts. I’ve dreamed about cupping them since I first saw her. Every dream ends the same way, with me waking up, cock in hand.
She’s fully into this spy business, kissing my forehead, a tender gesture a man like myself isn’t treated to very often. Her honey brown curls fall forward, shielding my search. Duty calls. I slip my hand between silk and skin, two of the softest materials on earth. Her nipples tighten.
“The other one,” she pants, wiggling in my lap, her fingers digging into my bald skull. My cock is pulsing steel. There is only so much wiggling a man can take.
Not ready to give up my prize just yet, I sweep my callused thumb over her nipple. She gasps. I grin. This is, hands down, the sexiest search I’ve ever performed. Put this in the police brochure and we’d get a hell of a lot more recruits, that’s for sure.
She frowns and I switch breasts before she gets pissed. Hot damn, the second breast is as heavy and full as the first. This woman is doubly blessed. I take my time circling her nipple. My fingertips bump up against something hard. I scoop the foreign material out. Fuck me. It’s a data magnet. “What --”
She swallows my words, kissing me deeply, her sweet tongue filling my mouth. The questions can wait, I decide. I palm the data magnet with one hand, and pull up her skirt with the other. Interrogations can be done later at the precinct. Feeling her ass has to be done here and now.
02 Hunny’s Blog
I’m not a whore, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not even a stripper. I’m playing tonsil hockey with Officer Drake because I like kissing. I also like Drake, maybe a bit too much, and this might be the last kiss I ever share.
Krag Fox,
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