Page 156 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw in them.

He wasn’t hiding shit right now. Was he even aware of that?

Instantly, it was gone. Tucked away. Maybe never to be seen again.

That caused a twinge in her heart… But she understood it.

He was a man with a past that would always affect his future. It tainted his outlook on life and relationships.

She almost fell off his lap when he scrambled for his wallet and a few seconds later held out a wrapped condom.

The second she took it, he wedged his hands between them to unfasten his belt and pull it free from the loops. He folded it in half and held it in front of her face. “Luckily you haven’t pushed me to the point of using this yet. If you think it stings when I use my hand…”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she warned him with a wink.

With a shake of his head, he tossed the belt aside before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

“Would it be easier if I got up?” She had no idea what exactly he had planned but she could guess what it involved in general.

“Sit up and straddle my thighs.”

His intent was becoming clearer.

He offered his hand to assist her and she took it. His fingers were warm and strong for the few seconds it took for her to get in the position he wanted her.

Even though she was straddling his lap, she hadn’t dropped her weight yet. Instead, she hovered by standing on her own two feet as he worked his jeans down his thighs only far enough so his cock sprung free.

The tip was shiny because it had to have been leaking precum like a damn fountain during his efforts of bringing her to orgasm.

She’d only seen a handful of cocks in her life, but if she had to rate them, Crew’s was toward the top of the list. He could be a cock model, if they existed the same as hand and foot models.

His sharp, “Condom,” had her pinning her lips together to keep from grinning like an idiot.

After ripping open the wrapper, she rolled the latex down his twitching length that made her think he was probably teetering on the edge.

If she wanted to climax a second time, she might have to do it with haste.

Setting his spread feet securely on the floor, he grabbed his cock, held it up and waited.

She continued to hover for a second. Until their eyes locked.

Both of them took one united breath. Then one more.

Their gazes continued to hold as she lowered herself, slowly sinking until his cock completely filled her. Until he couldn’t go any deeper.

Then she lifted her feet and dropped all her weight, drawing a gasp from her because he was so damn deep, it was almost uncomfortable.

His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line and a vein protruded at his temple. His fingers dug into her hips to the point of pain.

He was battling the urge to come. His cock was a stick of dynamite about to explode.

“Do you need me to wait?”

“Give me a sec,” he forced through his tight lips.

She would do her best to give him that, but he wasn’t the only one fighting a battle. The urge to ride him relentlessly and recklessly until she came again was strong.

She took his fingers loosening their grip as a sign she could finally move.

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