Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

on both sides of my shoulders, caging me.
    “I’m off duty.”
    “You’re still in uniform.” I nervously licked my bottom lip and watched as his eyes tracked my tongue’s movement.
    “I can change that.” He started to slowly unbutton his uniform shirt while his thigh continued to rub between my legs.
    “What exactly do you want?” I asked, starting to feel a little nervous.
    “Fleeing and evading is a felony.” He stepped back enough to grab my waist and flip me around face first against the wall. I may have squeaked from the suddenness of the move. He used enough force to show me he was in charge, but not enough to hurt. He used his feet to spread my legs and bringing my wrists together against my lower back, he held them there with one hand. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t even have a chance to try and resist. “I could arrest you.” He stated while using his free hand to pat me down. First my sides and then he moved to my front. He reached my cock, “Are you carrying a concealed weapon? Oh, it looks like you’re just happy to see me. Very happy judging from how hard you are.” He moved his hand around to my ass and squeezed. “I’m not going to arrest you, because, like I already told you, ya owe me, and I’m here to collect.” He pressed his crotch into my ass, leaving no doubt what he was implying. Then I felt cool metal circle my wrists as he clicked his cuffs into place. “I’m going to need both hands for this next part.”
    He slipped one hand around my waist so his fingers were spread on my flat stomach and pulled me tight against his hard groin. I knew it was probably the wrong way to feel, but I’d never been more turned on in my life. “First, we’re going to let your hair down,” he grabbed my ponytail and pulled the black band free. My hair fell down to just past my shoulders, what I considered the prefect length; still easy to care for, with enough length for a guy to wrap around his fist, like the cop behind me was currently doing. Using his hold on my hair, he angled my head back and started kissing me. It was rough, demanding, pure pleasure I could feel down to my toes. Sucking my lower lip between his teeth, he bit down a few times, nibbling on the sensitive flesh before his tongue was demanding entrance into my mouth. Out of stubbornness I tried to deny him access, keeping my lips locked together, but he tightened his hold on my hair, making my gasp. Without wasting any time, he started thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He tongue fucked my mouth with a passion I’ve never felt before.
    The intensity of the kiss left me dizzy, unable to wrap my head around what was happening. But my body was lit with desire, and my dick was straining against my jeans. He slipped his hand down and started fumbling with the button of my pants. Pulling out of the kiss, he growled with frustration and let go of my hair so he could use both hands to work on popping my button free. “When I pulled you over, my first thought was what it would feel like grabbing your hair and shoving my cock through your luscious lips. I planned to fuck your mouth until I exploded down your throat.” He finished unfastening my jeans and started to lower them, noticing that I wasn’t wearing underwear. “Then you fucking left me standing there with my cock achingly hard. You know how much that pissed me off? A lot, but it also increased my desire to track you down and fuck you senseless, which wasn’t hard since I had your license plate.”
    I couldn’t help but moan when he ran his finger down the seam of my ass, pausing when he reached my entrance. “What’s this? Do you have a sex toy in here? You came home and got ready for me? That’s fucking hot!” He said biting my ear.
    “It wasn’t for you,” I mumbled weakly.
    “Doesn’t matter,” he said, smacking my ass. “When I’m done plowing this ass,” he spanked my other cheek, “You’ll never be able to be fucked by anyone else again without thinking of me and what I’m about to do to you.” His voice was filled with promise that left me with no doubt he meant every word. “Don’t move.” He grumbled as he slipped away from pressing against me.
    I heard the rustling of fabric and then a thud as I think he dropped his utility belt. He stood too far back and was out of my view. I really wished I could see him stripping, even though it sounded like he was removing everything very quickly. I knew it would be hot to