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bottom.   He
couldn’t stop kissing her ass and licking her ass and caressing her.   Then he moved down, to the top back of her
thighs, licking and kissing and caressing her there.  
    “Open your legs,” he told her.   And Shay was so caught up in the passion of the
moment, so in need of this kind of affection, that she did as he
commanded.   She opened her legs.
    “Lean on the table, baby,” he said to her as he got
down on his knees.   “I’m going to taste
your pussy.”
    Shay felt the steam of his words to the roots of her
hair.   And when she leaned over and felt
his tongue lick between her legs, her breath caught.   And when he parted her cheeks and began to
eat her, she felt her pussy jump.
    “You taste so good,” John said as he ate her.   “I knew you would make me want to mouth-fuck
you for hours.”
    And as his mouth did its work, his fingers began to
join in.   First one and then another one
slid into her folds to feel the moisture that was now all over her.    Shay kept bucking as he licked her and
kissed her and fingered her.   Her insides
felt as if they were inflamed.   She felt
as if she could have an orgasm from his fingers and his tongue alone.   What was happening to her?   She never planned for anything like this to
happen!   She’d never, not ever allowed
some guy she’d just met to so much as touch her.   Why in the world was she allowing this man to
bend her over her own dining room table and mouth and finger fuck the shit out
of her?  
    But it felt so good.   And it didn’t feel wrong, not with him.
Somehow it felt normal.   Like it was supposed to be.   With this guy, this cop, it felt normal.   Which, she knew, was about as abnormal as it could
get.
    But the insanity continued, because the sloshing
sounds of his fingers massaging her wetness, and his lips sucking and kissing
on her pussy was all that could be heard in her quiet home.  
    Until he managed to speak again.
    “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked between kisses,
his voice now sounding almost hoarse.   “Do you want to do it here or in bed?”
    It wasn’t exactly a choice.   From the way he said it they were going to do
it, pointblank, just the location was the issue.   And from the way Shay felt, she knew it
too.  
    “Here,” she said.   She didn’t think she could make it to any bedroom.
    He sat back in the chair and turned her around, facing
him.   He removed his gun and holster,
tossing them on the table.   Then he
removed his blazer and slung his shirt off over his head, revealing a tanned,
six-pack stomach and a gold chain around his neck.   Shay had already figured he was
well-built.   She didn’t realize just how
well-built until he removed his shirt.  
    And then he unzipped his pants.  
    “Do you want some cock, Shay?” he asked her as he
looked deep into her eyes.   He was
looking forward to her reaction.   He
usually didn’t give a damn how females reacted whenever he pulled it out,
although they always reacted favorably.   But this time was different.   “Think you can handle some real cock, Shay?”
    “Pull it out,” she said, her voice with that edge
of confidence he liked.   “I’ll let you
know.”
    He pulled it out.  
    And as soon as he did, as soon as his hand reached
into his pants and pulled out that beautiful, hard cock, her eyes went from
mild amusement to impassioned sensuality.   She stared at it, not just the size of it, which was massive, but at the
magnificence of this thick, pink rod that she knew would give her nothing but
joy.   She even licked her lips.  
    He loved her reaction.   He would have smiled at her reaction, in
fact, if he wasn’t so fucked up horny that he could barely see straight.   “Put it in your mouth, honey,” he said to
her.   “I want to feel that sweet, little
mouth of yours on me.”
    Shay didn’t have to be asked twice.   She crouched down and took him in her
mouth.   It was exactly what she wanted to
do.