Free Sin With Cuffs by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

do you want to try out your cuffs on a naughty girl?” Her brazen side always came out with him. Once upon a time, she could tell him everything—almost. Expecting a chuckle, she was surprised when he set his cup on the counter and got up. Anticipation crawled up her spine. She knew what was coming.
    In two strides, he was in front of her, doing exactly what she’d wanted for far too long. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tugged her against his brawny frame. “It’s my duty to arrest and punish bad girls.”
    Excitement rippled through her. They had role-played once or twice, but in this case, he was wearing the real uniform and she was ready for a spanking.
    “Have you been corrupt?” he whispered into her ear.
    Nerve endings came alive. “I’ve been very naughty. And apparently I’m a tramp.” She was grateful she could find some amusement in the situation.
    His hand came up, tangled into her hair and he pulled gently. “I’ll be the judge of that.” His gaze searched her face as if he could read into her soul. When he brought his mouth down upon hers, she felt a wall crumble and years of denial broke free. The needful kiss intensified as he moved his tongue across hers.
    Holly moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, getting as close as possible. There was no holding back, not like yesterday’s kiss. He gave all of himself, and her only desire was to do the same for him.
    Lifting her onto the counter, he spread her legs wide and her skirt raised high on her hip. He slid his hands from her knees to the material of her panties and slipped his finger down her center. She jerked as a tremor shot through her and she moved her hips forward, a silent call for his exploration. He grabbed the flimsy material and tugged them down her thighs, threads snapped and popped, but he didn’t remove them entirely.
    Bringing his hand back to her core, he rolled her clit between his finger and thumb. “You’re dripping wet, baby.” His husky voice spread warmth through her.
    “It’s been building since the day you pulled me over. I could burst.” She buried her forehead against his shoulder.
    “I once knew what you liked. I knew every smooth, sweet curve. Tell me what you like now.”
    “You. Touching. Me.”
    “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I plan to touch you every chance I get,” he murmured against her cheek.
    The belt he wore became too difficult for her trembling fingers to unbuckle so she went straight for the zipper. Reaching in through the opening, she took out his hard cock. He was warm, smooth and ready for action. Enfolding her fingers around his girth, she made several thrusting motions. A deep moan of pleasure escaped his throat. Pumping him, she could feel him grow thicker in her palm. He spread her moist lips and slid his fingers inside her. She brought her free hand to his shoulder and clung to him, her nails digging into the material of his shirt.
    “Fuck,” he moaned. He removed his hand and guided himself between her thighs. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
    Holly helped lead him to her opening. In one thrust, he drove his cock inside her. He slid deeper and they molded together, as if they were created for one another. Ecstasy showered over her like a gentle massage. Rolling her hips in a needful display of mating, she slipped into the hands of heaven. “You’ve grown in more ways than one,” Holly whispered next to his ear.
    “And you’re as tight as I remember, sweetheart.”
    His pelvic bone rubbed her tender flesh. Groans vibrated his chest and heat trickled through her body. She could feel the fast beating of his heart against her cheek and the leather belt brushed her inner thighs, like flames licking at her flesh. Pressing her hands down his broad back, she stopped at his handcuffs, something she’d always wanted to try. She lifted the metal from the holster and brought them around, jingling the rings. “Cuff me, bad boy.”
    His eyes twinkled. He withdrew himself,