She blinks at me, then begins fumbling with the front snap of her bra. So take your tits out and let me see them. “Dressed in the same uniform as everyone else and I have to concentrate on not staring at you. You know that?” I slide my hands around from her ass, lifting and closing them around her breasts. She trusts me enough to explore the corresponding part of herself that lets me be in command. Danika has witnessed me losing my shit, my restraint, and still accepts me. God, this is what it’s like to have total control with none of the fear of failure. She leaves the material bunched at her throat, watching me and waiting for what comes next. A man who can’t keep his lust contained long enough for a girl to graduate. That lacy white bra is revealed and the purity of it makes me feel even more debauched. Yes.” Her brown eyes are half-hidden by heavy lids, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she lifts her T-shirt. “Once I’m inside you, that’s where I’m staying.
You want to break the rules, baby? Let’s break them.” Christ, there’s lightning singing in my veins, her shallow breaths making me even hotter. And when they leave, you’ll keep fucking moving. “Then you’ll hide your pretty face in my neck while I show them my badge. Without a formal command from my brain, my teeth snap together, and I deliver a rough slap to her bottom. Her nod is dazed, but eager, although she casts a look over her shoulder through the windshield. “Lift up your shirt,” I growl into the hollow of her throat. My growing obsession with seeing to her needs is the only thing stopping me. Every time she whimpers or curls her fingers in the collar of my uniform, I fight a battle not to throw her down on the seat and take my release as fast as possible. Because I wasn’t lying when I said Danika wrecks me. Making my own rules in place of the ones I’m abandoning is giving me an anchor, too. I’m going to give a giant middle finger to the rules and fuck this girl I’ve wanted to the point of stomach pains and sleepless nights. Impossible to be anything else when her pussy is pressing down on my cock, her thighs shifting around like she wants to ride it, but needs my go-ahead. Allowing me to set the pace, which is nothing short of desperate. I’m messed up over being shot, raw from telling her so much shit I never thought I would say out loud, and I just want to absorb her. Danika feels like the furthest damn thing from a mistake, doesn’t she? Maybe letting a suspect fire on me and coming through it alive has given me permission to throw all manner of caution to the wind. And Jesus, trying to be perfect has never been as satisfying as this. I’ve been locked in a cage for so long, refusing to falter, commanding myself to meet everyone’s expectations-and my own-that it’s no longer satisfying. Unfortunately, those hands are occupied right now, sliding down Danika’s back to settle on her tight ass. So many rules are being broken right now, I would need two hands to count.
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