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I didn’t start the day thinking I’d be blowing a police officer. But with my head spinning and my pussy throbbing and growing wet, I squeeze his cock in my hand. Working the shaft in time with my head. Lips wrapped around, sucking him down. His hips stutter, a strangled groan dying before he allows it to release.
His cock is a thing of beauty, though. They’re not all built with the length and girth the detective packs.
He keeps his hands at his side without touching me.
I drag my tongue over his slit, lapping at his precum before pulling back to look at him. Pausing the movement of my hand around the base.
“Thank you for all you do, Detective. I’m sure every citizen in the Bay is appreciative.”
The growl I’ve been waiting for finally erupts, and when his dark eyes meet mine, he finally pushes me down onto his cock, and I swallow him. Taking him all the way before he pulls back and slams in again.
Devan grunts and thrusts his cock into my mouth to the point where I’m forced to reach out to grab his hips to stabilize myself. I lap my tongue along the underside of him while he fucks my mouth. My pussy has soaked all the way through my panties at this point.
No, not where I thought the day would take me. Not by a long shot. Still, I moan loudly, his movements frantic and jerky until his balls spasm, and he shoots hot cum all the way down my throat.
I latch my lips around him and swallow compulsively, taking everything he gives me down to the last drop. When he’s finished coming, I pull my mouth from him and slick my thumb along my bottom lip.
“So tasty.”
I stand on shaky legs, disguising the movement with a smug smile as I readjust my tits in my shirt. Leaving his half-mast cock out in the open and reaching for me.
“Continue to serve and protect, Detective Bishop,” I tease breathlessly, saluting him before I take off. “It’s been a pleasure.”
THREE
devan
What the fuckis wrong with me?
Walking back toward the crime scene, I still feel the rush. The way the strange redhead’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock while she sucked the life out of me. Christ, I don’t even know her name. She answered none of my questions before I let her…
I’veneverlet anything like this happen to me in my life, and there have been plenty of one-night stands in my past. Before I met Kimmy. How could I let some strange woman suck me off in the middle of the city? In the middle of the morning?
My badge gains twenty pounds in my jacket pocket, weighing everything in me down clear past the cracked sidewalk. I don’t deserve to still carry it. Not when I’m standing in the alley with my dick hanging out, just letting the person of interest saunter away.
What’s worse is how much I liked the blowjob. And the woman. She is a goddess. Something about her draws my attention and makes me turn around, stand up a little straighter.
But I still have no business leaving a crime scene, number one. No business letting her manipulate me, number two. Not to mention I don’t buy her story for a city second. I’ll have to do a little digging, see what I can find, see if she’s in the system at all.
I sigh, straightening my jacket before I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up.
The checkpoints of my life aren’t anything to be proud of, I think on my march back to chaos.
I’m still with the force, but the grind is taking years off of my goddamn life. I lift a hand to the swirled scar on my shoulder, the size of a quarter where a bullet ripped clean through everything.
I want out of Empire Bay.
I’m tired of the force and tired of fighting so damn hard for no headway.
The Black Market Syndicate and Broderick Stevens have been quiet, at least. Quiet enough to make the Ninth Precinct believe Broderick might have stepped down or been killed.
I know we are wrong. I know life looks vastly different from autumn two years ago, and even the weather is a stark contrast. Gloomy, bitingly cold, the leaves dropping off of trees already dried and brown rather than gifting us with a riot of color.
Kimmy is long gone, and to be fair, it never would have worked out between us anyway. She’s too normal. Too good. A school teacher molding young minds, and I’m too damaged for her kind of life. There’s no coming back from the things I’ve seen, and worse, the things I’ve done.
I always thought Layla was kidding when she spoke about it in passing or looking at the worst instead of the best. But now? I get it.
“Yo, Bishop,” Jerry calls out the second I came back into view. “Saw you going after the woman. You want to chase pussy, you do it on your own time. Don’t waste mine.”
