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Opening the door to my room, I dash through the entrance, throw myself onto the bed, and roll into position on my side, putting my hand under my head.
"Could I be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model?"
"Enough, girl. What did you want to show me?"
"Well,” I begin. “There's some boring police work stuff, but there's something a lot more interesting I think you might like to see first."
"And what might that be?" he asks, stabbing his hands into his sides.
"Namely...this," I reply immediately rolling onto my shins, sitting up and grabbing the straps of my swimsuit, peeling them off my shoulders down the side of my arms until the top of the triangle rolls so much if it drops any lower he's going to see the first bit of my peach areolas.
Without wasting a second, I grab the strings of my bottom, pulling one down and one up, keeping my cherry barely covered. "Isn't this how they pose in the magazine?"
"I wouldn't know. I don't look at that stuff," he grits out slowly, slightly angered but also clearly trying to hold back from doing what we both want him to do. "You're wet. You're dripping on the bed. You should dry off."
"Can you get my towel? It's in the bathroom?"
He breathes out hard, clearly annoyed, but as he turns his body perpendicular to me to move to the attached bathroom I can see his tented polyester slacks, and it's very noticeable. Very, very noticeable.
As soon as he steps into the bathroom I rush after him. He grabs my towel off the hook and turns. Giving him no time to react I grab his hand and yank it around my body slapping it against my ass, the dental floss bikini bottom doing nothing to separate his skin from mine as the towel drops from his hand.
Going up on my tiptoes I try to kiss him, but I'm still not tall enough. I bend at the knees and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist like a belt, the underside of my left knee pressing against the top of his holster, the feeling of the pistol inside of it as unmistakable as his throbbing cock which presses into my underside as I press my lips to his. Hard.
"Stop fighting it," I coax him, and finally he gives in to the temptation I've been covering him with like a wet rag.
His hand grasps the back of my head, pressing my mouth even harder into his as his other hand grabs at my breast, sliding inside my top and taking one of the girls in his hand, his thumb and middle finger rolling the taut nipple in a circle as I moan into his mouth.
My sex threatens to explode as he presses my back to the wall, flattening me to the drywall as our faces fuck, our tongues twist and our hands explore the other's body.
Before I realize what's happening he's carrying me back inside my room, tossing me onto the bed. I bounce, slide back on my forearms, and spread my legs wide, daring him to come get me.
"You know I should have arrested you last night," he says, his hand reaching behind his back. "But you're lucky. I gave you a get out of jail free card."
"Thank you, officer," I say in a naive voice. "I didn't know I was doing anything wrong."
"Oh, you know all right and I may not have arrested you, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to punish you."
"Punish me? How?"
The split second that word is out of my mouth, he whips his hand out from behind his back, closing the distance between us as he scoops up my wrists and in one move handcuffs me around one of the vertical, iron bars of the headboard.
"What is this? Are you a dirty cop?" I feign innocence, my pussy damn near ready to explode.
"Oh, I'm dirty all right. Filthy, at least when it comes to dishing out punishment to a bad little girl I found in the dark last night."
Without feeling his hand on me I feel my bikini bottom untied, slowly being pulled off me, peeling away from being wedged in my crack, and then needing a bit of extra oomph to get it unstuck from my drenched pussy.
"Horny little, burglar, aren't you."
"Yes, officer. But only for the man in blue who let me go."
"Blue as in the balls you're giving me," he says under his breath, causing me to smile although he can't see it.
Next thing I know his big hand comes down hard on my backside. My body lurches forward as I whimper. The cuffs rattle against the bed and the fantasy has me on the cusp of climax.
"I'm a slow learner, officer. You might have to teach me again."
