Page 51 of Frosty Felicity
She sucked her teeth and quickly retreated, leaving him by himself as she ran to the pot and stirred it, then added just a little bit of pepper.
You’ve done it now, Felicity! First, it was the squirrel and the chicken!She angrily placed the sandwich on a plate. Then, the sex toy! And the pepper on his dick! Now this!
“Here comes the hot pepper! Murder-eeeer! I’m the lyrical gangstaaa! Muuuuurder-er!…Still love you like thaaaaat!” She sang.
Wait, those aren’t the lyrics… It was Hot Stepper… Anyway, This man thinks you’re a perverted, certified weirdo, Felicity! Oh, God, what is Violet going to say when she hears about this?!
She heard footsteps coming close and turned around.
Then froze.
Jaw dropped.
There, Brett stood, butt naked, with only his police belt on. He grabbed his handcuffs off the table, twirling them between his fingers, around and around. A seedy smirk crept into his face, and his dick was rock hard.
“Turn that soup off.”
“But you said—”
“I SAID TURN IT OFF!”
She quickly seized the dial and turned it off. He plopped his police hat on his head, then stood behind her as she faced the stove.
“Don’t. Move.” Caressing her shoulders, he pressed his erection against the crack of her ass, then kissed up and down her neck.
Her temperature rose just like the pot had moments prior…
Oh, glory… her fantasies were coming to life!
He snatched her wrists and pinned them behind her.
“Ouch! It’s kinda tight!”
“Yeah? Well, you won’t be any more after I’m done with you tonight,” he said in a nasty, mean tone, his lips close to her ear. Her pussy gushed with moisture and her nipples instantly hardened.
“Why are you arresting me, Officer Mason?”
“For being too damn sexy and driving me crazy without a license. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
“Yes.”
“With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”
“Oh, go to hell!”
He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as she screamed and wailed, pretending to be at his mercy, and fighting for her life. Her body twisted and turned and she filled with excitement as he entered her bedroom and tossed her on the bed like an oversized sack of flour. He snatched the computer off the bed and placed it on the floor. Much to her surprise, he rewound the video on the computer, letting it start from the beginning, but let it play on low, barely audible background noise. It wasn’t long before they were wrestling, play fighting, laughing and cursing, and he pinned her down, then somehow managed to get her robe off her. He threw it across the room, leaving her body cold and exposed.
“Stop resisting arrest!”
“I will have your job! I want your badge number!”
“It’s sixty-nine…”
She writhed about, naked as the day she was born, while the bastard handcuffed her wrists to the bed. Then, he used her winter scarf, that had been hanging on a nearby chair, to tie up one of her ankles to the foot of the bed. He riffled through her closet, despite her protests and curses, and found another scarf to do the same with her other foot. Low moans, cheesy one-liners, and growls emitted from the porno playing. She screamed when he swooped down and pressed his weight into her, kissing her from the mouth to her stomach. Her eyes rolled as he touched her with need, making a meal of her sensitive flesh, and layering her delicate areas with nibbles and kisses.
“Oh, God!”
Fast and furious tongue flicks made her engorged pussy swell with nectar. Brett clung to her hips, feasting from her pussy, shifting from slow to fast, driving her insane. She came hard and quick, the excitement simply too much.
