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chest, the overhead light illuminating every ripple, an expanse of smooth skin, a line of dark hair from
his belly button, the thick crown of his erection visible over the top of the table. This is so hot.
“Look at you spread out like this for me,” he said, slicking a finger and dragging it down my spine
to my ass, now high in the air. Oh my god. I closed my eyes as he navigated the fold between my
buttocks, circling shamelessly around my dark nerve-intense pucker.
“Jesus,” I murmured, clutching the sides of the table as with every dip and tickle he sent a shock
wave of pleasure through my whole body. I had never been touched there before, not like this, so
openly.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Naughty things to a naughty girl,” he said, grabbing my cheeks firmly, widening the area he was
pleasuring. He bent to take me in, all tongue now, slow and languid. The wicked sensations pounded
through my whole body. I was pulsating, engorged, on the cusp of coming without him even going near
my usual places. Oh god.
“Do you like that?”
Half delirious, I could only answer with a sound. Then I heard a drawer open in the table beneath
me, the crackling of a condom packet.
“Turn around, Dauphine. I want to look at your beautiful face while I fuck you senseless.”
And I did, in a trance now, eagerly flipping around to face his perfect torso. I had never seen a man
built like him before, ripples on top of muscles, hairless, made just for this.
I propped myself up on my elbows, boldly watching as he unspooled the condom. He yanked my
hips down to the edge of the table, teasing my cleft with his slickened head, inching it inside of me,
then out again, never taking his eyes off me. He stopped every few seconds so I could yield to his
thickness, helped by his wetted fingers across my clitoris. When he was fully inside, I collapsed back
on the table, his hands now caressing my breasts, freed from the bra. My nipples responded,
tightening under his touch. When he saw how turned on I was, he moved with greater urgency. I
reached back and grabbed the other edge of the table for better leverage and then we became a blur of
frantic thrusts. Oh yeah. So good.
Then came the first wave, as his thrusts found my sweet spot deep behind my pelvis, and I lost it,
my arms flung behind my head, bringing my wall down, letting go of that residual fear. Our eyes met
just at the apex when my orgasm struck hot and fierce, then his did too as he pumped me hard and fast,
murmuring, “This is all for you, Dauphine. This is for you.”
He jerked and shuddered at the end, but remained in me and above me, coated with a gorgeous
sheen of sweat, as I clenched and spasmed around him. Slowly my breathing steadied.
He smiled. Laughed.
“Wow,” he said.
“Did you get … all the information … you needed, Officer?”
“Yes, and then some. Now I have something for you.”
He eased out, then bent down to take something from one of the pockets of his uniform pants, which
were lying on the floor by his feet. When he rose, he was dangling a gleaming charm between a thumb
and forefinger.
“What does it say?” I asked, still splayed across the table.
“Courage. And rightfully so, Miss Mason.”
He shot the charm into the air with his thumb like a coin, letting it fall on my damp stomach. Then
he slapped a hand over it.
“Heads or tails?”