Sammy caught a glimpse of bronzed toned skin, before he was on top of her again. “You sure, angel? Slater might get funny. We haven’t made love without him.”
Sammy pulled him down to her, and her mouth captured his and she kissed him to show how sure she was. She ran her hands down his back and rested on his perfect arse, giving it a squeeze.
Brock’s hands caressed her breasts, and his cock rubbed against her. He pulled his mouth from hers.
His cock sank into her inch by inch, and she’d never felt anything like this. It had never been like this with Greg. Sammy stared up at Brock’s fierce face as he eased himself into her. He looked like a dark angel on his last thread of sanity.
Brock pumped faster and faster, like he was crazed and needed to possess her. He rolled them over so she was on top, and in a guttural voice he moaned, “Ride me. I want to come when you come. I want to see your face as I pour myself into you.
His dirty talk gave her incentive. Sammy picked herself up and slammed herself down on his thick cock. Brock’s hands came up to cup her breasts and skim over the tips of her nipples.
Sammy stared down at his intense look, the planes of Brock’s perfect face straining in concentration. Reaching down she stroked his cheek. “I love you so much.” She leaned down and kissed him.
Brock snarled and pulled her off him. Sammy was scared for a moment she’d said something wrong, but he flipped her over so she was on all fours and he draped himself over her.
“Hold on to something because I’m going to show you you’re mine.”
He lined his dick up to her and slammed home. Sammy’s grunt turned into a moan as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust into her again and again. Sammy had never been taken like this. And the feel of Brock draped over her back, his cock pumping into her, had Sammy so turned on she couldn’t last any longer. Sammy let herself go, pushing back against him and screaming her pleasure as she felt her core squeeze around him.
Brock roared then buried his face into the side he’d bitten the other day and sank his teeth into her again. She felt the warmth of his cum as he let himself go.
Sammy felt fantastic. What she and Brock had done had felt amazing, but deep down someone felt like they were missing. She wished Slater was here.
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Sammy lay on top of him as he drew circles on her back. Brock moved her around so he could see her face. He was worried he’d been too rough. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nuuuhaa. That was so good.”
Brock chuckled and kissed her forehead. He loved this woman so much. He’d been in doubt about what he was doing today with the help of his boss, but he wanted her safe, and she could never be properly safe if he didn’t bring justice to the people who hurt her.
“Do you think Slater will be upset because I told you first that I love you?”
Brock couldn’t help the stupid grin he knew must be on his face as he thought about what she’d said. “He’ll get over it.”
Sammy sighed, and her breath tickled his already sensitive skin. “I’ll make it up to him tomorrow while you’re at work all day.”
“That might appease him.”
Brock took in a deep breath on her scent in. She smelled of peaches, honey, and him.
“I’ll find a special way to say it to him.”
Brock chuckled at the worry in Sammy’s voice. He didn’t think Slater would worry too much that she’d said she loved him first. As much as Brock hated to admit it, he knew Slater and he were pretty equal to Sammy.
“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll work it out.” He pulled her tighter to him and pulled her up so his lips brushed her hers, lingering for a moment. “I don’t want to get up, but we have to go to the barbeque as my captain’s the one throwing it.”
Sammy groaned against him. “Can’t we just stay here like this?”
“I wish, but I said we would be there, and everyone is eager to meet you.”
Sammy made a strangled choking sound. “I can’t go now you’ve said that.”
Brock sat himself up bringing Sammy up with him so she straddled his lap. He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheek. “Why not?”
“Because not only did you rip my cop introduction clothes apart, you need to look in the mirror, ‘cos you are unbelievably hot. I’m not even in your league.” Sammy reached up and stroked his cheek. “Clean shaven, your hair all neat and slicked back.” She messed his hair up, running her fingers through it. “And in the clothes you were wearing you’re a high ten. I’m lucky when I stand next to you if I’m a seven.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”