Posted in General on July 15th, 2012 by Casey Crow
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A divorcee ready to reenter the dating world, Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Now, now, I know this is a Christmas story, but since it’s about 100 degree down here in the South, I’d though I would heat things up some more with Christmas in July.
So here’s an X-rated excerpt of what happens on the Fifth Day of Christmas:
“I kinda like the fact I’m an original.”
“You are that.” He tugged my face to his as he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.
When he let me up for air, I asked, “How will I get the full effect of making out in a cop car if you aren’t properly dressed?”
“Baby, in five minutes it won’t matter, ’cause we’ll both be naked.” He playfully tapped my chin with his knuckles before reaching for a set of handcuffs at his side. He hooked my wrists to the cage separating the front and backseats. “Is it too tight?”
I wasn’t about to complain. I was too desperate to see what was in store with the extra set of cuffs. “No, but they’re heavier than I expected.” The metal weighed down my bony wrists. I grabbed the cage to ease the pressure. “What’s today’s lesson? Bondage is hot?”
“You’re hot.” His sexy wink made my stomach flip-flop. “Today you learn variety is the spice of life.”
“Good one. By the way, you never told me the point of yesterday.”
“It’s okay to have fun.” The zipper on my jacket slid open. “My, my, my.” He smiled.
I’d “forgotten” to wear a shirt and bra today. “Thought you might like that.”
“Very much.” He took the other cuffs and pressed the circles over my breasts.
I arched as the cool steel teased my flesh, and moaned with the touch of his tongue to my nipples. “Harder.”
He squeezed my breast, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. The sensuous pain at my nipples made me forget my aching fingers gripping the cage.
I didn’t want it to end, but I knew traveling further down this road would lead to heaven, and I’d die a blissful death. “Fuck me.”
He snickered. “Aren’t you becoming quite the vixen?” He switched to the other breast. “I like it, but we aren’t here to fuck.”
“Then make love to me, damn it! I don’t care. Put your cock inside me, and for Christ’s sake, take off your clothes.”
“Are we gonna have to work on your patience some more?”
“Hell no.” Every flick of his tongue pushed a wave of pleasure down my body. It crashed on my clit. The bud throbbed and called for more.
He chuckled and kissed my nipples one last time before sitting back to undress. I ran my tongue across my lips as I watched him take forever to unbutton his maroon shirt. Inch by inch, the material fell away, revealing a tan, clean-shaven chest, firm pecs, and broad shoulders.
“Da—amn. Come here.”
He sat up enough for me to reach his chest. I softly kissed his purplish bruise first, and Chase wove his fingers through my hair as if thanking me for taking care of his “boo-boo.” I nibbled my way to his neck and tasted the sharp bite of his cologne. The fresh scent mixed with the heavier musk of arousal from my pussy.
I slid lower, and my tongue flicked his nipple. I laughed when he hissed. “I like being in control.”
“Uh…baby, need I remind you that you’re the one in cuffs?”
I felt his fingers caress my ribs. They wiggled slightly, enough to let me know he could tickle me at any time, and I’d be left helpless.
Before he got the chance, I squirmed, rubbing my swelling clit against his bulging cock. The movement caused my wrists to shift, the metal of the cuffs clinking against the steel cage. “Who’s on top?”
“You,” he said.
“Who can inflict the most pain right now?” I slid my teeth over an areola.
“Don’t hurt me.” The tone of his voice softened.
I looked up, and in that instant, I honestly felt my heart squeeze. “I won’t.”
He nodded and ran a hand up my flimsy skirt, flipping it up. “Whose is it?” The lack of panties clearly didn’t surprise him.
Skillful fingers nestled their way into my folds, pinched my clit, then found haven rubbing my G-spot.
“Whose pussy is it?”
He quirked a brow and rammed another finger hard inside me. “Try again and remember—I have the key to the cuffs. Now, whose pussy is it?”
“It’s yours.” I grunted at the pleasure he created with each thrust.
I panted as the exquisite pounding got faster. “Yes, Chase. Oh, yes. C-come inside me.”
“I want you to beg.”
The first hints of orgasm curled low in my abdomen. “Pl-please.”
He pulled out and lifted me off his thighs. “My prisoner.”
He’d hooked my arms to the cage so I half stood, half crouched with my legs wide apart in my taupe heels, an unzipped jacket revealing hard nipples, and a thin skirt Chase had somehow managed to tie into a knot at my waist.
He visibly swallowed and blew out a slow breath of appreciation. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
“I don’t feel like a prisoner. How about sex slave?” Never had a man simply stared at me with such admiration, such desire. My focus on him matched his concentration on me as he slid his pants down.
“No.” His hard cock sprang free. Precum glistened on its tip. “A goddess. My fantasy.” He donned a condom and pulled me down, sliding into me so easily, so perfectly.
It felt like my body was made solely for this man. No other had ever brought me to such heights. My head fell back, banging against the cage. “Ouch.”
“You okay?” He grinned and reached up to caress my injury.
As he sat up his cock shifted inside me. The tip touched my G-spot, and I relished the release of tight muscles relaxing to fit him. “Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t remember when this contact, this connection had felt more right.
Chase lifted my hips, then quickly drew me back over his thick shaft. He slowly slid me up and yanked me down again. And again. Our low moans heated the car’s interior. The windows fogged. The humidity clung to our bodies. Sweat beaded Chase’s temple, and I became mesmerized as I watched it fall down his cheek.
He reached for another set of handcuffs beside his thigh and slipped them between us. He pulled my folds apart and tapped the cold metal against my sensitive bud, gently drumming it, vibrating my clit to hot readiness. Chase slammed his cock into me, his thrusts quickening until he threw the cuffs aside and grabbed my ass to pump harder still. Each collision sent a flash of fire to my G-spot. My legs trembled. My wrists strained against the cuffs. They prevented me from holding him as I wanted, other than to contract my muscles, gripping his cock. He grunted and closed his eyes. The wrinkles on his forehead let me know he forced himself to hold on until I climaxed.
I came in a violent, convulsive wave. My body jerked and quivered. It didn’t matter my arms were in handcuffs; they felt like noodles anyway. As my body continued to shake, Chase unhooked my restraints, setting me free to press my bare nipples to his. He held tight to my hips as I clung to his shoulders, and all the while, we shared a passionate, openmouthed kiss. Our slick bodies met and collided with more hard thrusts.
“We aren’t fucking,” he whispered into my mouth.
“You feel it too?”
“You can’t fake this.”
Do you know what I like best about this scene? When Anna bumps her head! LOL Do you have any “not so sexy” moments like that?
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