Page 46 of Cops and Robbers

“Punishing the woman with that pert ass in front of my face.” A soft brush of his lips against the bottom of her foot had her toes curling.

“You could look the other way.” She twisted, wanting to see him as he continued kissing her, sending vibrations up her leg.

His copper eyes lanced with a feverish need that heated her soul. Her breath shook.

“I’m already seduced,” he said and nipped her big toe. The little tingles shot straight to the apex between her thighs, and she shivered. “Oh, you like that?”

“Raz…please…” The protest became a gasp as he sucked her big toe into his mouth. The sensation shocked her clit and moved up further to her breasts. She licked her lips, gazing down at him. Her legs parted, desperately needing touch. How was her toe that sensitive?

He released her foot, grinning, and kissed up her calf, climbing up her body. She watched him advance, transfixed by the masculine sexuality. Lips at the back of her thighs, he tugged at her boy shorts until he had them down past her knees. Pushing one of her thighs forward, he let the air licked at the wetness between her legs. Please just…

He descended upon her, and his tongue swept hard from her clit to her entrance. Yes!

Lying between her thighs, he grasped her hips in his hands, lifted them, and gave no mercy. Her nub throbbed, her wanton body sweating. She shoved her face into the covers, small giggles escaping her from the pure delight of it all. Him. That damn forceful tongue. She squirmed from the onslaught.

He pumped two fingers into her, curling them toward the bed, brushing against her inner spot, again—and again—and again—until—

Muscles clamped as release swept through her in potent droves. She hollered, and hoarse giggles of delight followed.

He lapped at her, prolonging the rockets of her orgasm. She wiggled, trying to get away from him. He chuckled and lifted, kissing his way up her back. Breathing heavily, she pressed her cheek against the bed. When he kissed her neck, he thrust his cock against her wet entrance. She moaned, toes curling.

Against her ear, he whispered, “Will you turn your hair hot pink for me? I couldn’t get it out of my head after you showed me your Influence.”

His hips circled, his dick pressing oh so teasingly against her. He wanted to fuck the Bubblegum Bandit, a criminal and all? Her heart collapsed under the acceptance of his words, and she turned to kiss him.

Manipulating the energy at her scalp with a simple thought and push, she infused her hair with imagined Influence, black turning to hot pink strands. He gasped and thrust into her balls deep. Each of his heavy thrusts slammed her into the bed, stretching and filling her.

“Raz…yes…make me cum again,” she said, edge building. He tugged her hair, holding her in place as he drove in deep. She wedged her finger between them, giving herself that extra stimulation against her clit. A second short but intense orgasm ripped through her being. His pace slowed, and he kissed her shoulder as she floated back to reality.

“Your hair…was glowing.” He released his fingers from the pink strands.

“Hmm…you make it…” She tried to catch her breath. “…very hard…to concentrate. Let me…” She moaned when he thrust hard and deep.

“Let you…what?”

“Fuck you. I want to fuck you.”

He rested his sweaty head against her shoulder and groaned. Pressing a tender kiss to her spine, he pulled out of her. She whimpered at the loss of that full feeling. Raz slumped back, and she lifted onto all fours and stretched out like a cat, presenting her ass to him.

“You better get over here before I change my mind,” he growled.

Grinning, she crawled to him. He sat against the headboard, his glistening dick straining upward, veins protruding erotically. He looked delicious.

She positioned herself over him, and giving him a kiss, she slid onto his cock. She hissed, bursts of sensation throbbing from her sensitive inner walls. Raz’s head slammed back into the headboard, but he watched her. Patient and slow, she moved up and down, and the rockets went haywire.

He met her gaze, and she lost herself in those coppery depths. No judgment existed, and he held nothing back from her. Trusting her with his soul.

She choked on a rush of guilt and sadness. I’m going to lose him.

Ducking her forehead into the crook of his neck, she continued to move. All the while blinking to keep the tears from falling. Don’t cry…don’t cry…

Raz grabbed her hips, stilling her. “What’s wrong?”

Her throat burned, and she shook her head. “Nothing. Distract me. I need this.” Never to end.

Raz hugged her to him and pressed his lips to her temple. As he held her close, she moved again, slamming onto him with each downward motion.

“Fuck me, Raz. Please.”