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  “But you are,” Ben said in a deep voice before kissing her hard. There was no turning back.

  Ben scraped his teeth along her neck again, making her moan out as his fingers danced along the line of her underwear. Goddammit, she just wanted him to tug them down and shove into her already. This wait was making her crazy.

  Charlotte reached forward and grabbed the back of Ben’s neck, pushing their faces together to kiss him deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of his lips. Fuck, he was so soft, secretly so fucking tender. “You’re working too slow,” she told him as she looped a thumb into her own underwear and pushed it to her knees.

  “I like teasing you,” Ben said as he slipped a hand above her privates, fingers dancing along the soft, sensitive skin above her legs. “You’re so fucking cute.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Ben answered. “From the moment I saw you I wanted this.”

  “Me, too,” Charlotte admitted.

  “Yeah?” Ben asked as his fingers drifted lower, slipping between her lower lips. “You wanted my fucking cock?”

  Charlotte groaned, her back arching, pushing her breasts up against his chest. “Yes,” she said, practically slurring. “Please. Do it.”

  “How you want it?” Ben said before biting down on her shoulder. Charlotte squealed loudly enough for the first floor to hear.

  “Any way,” Charlotte said breathlessly as she grinded her genitals against Ben’s, gasping at the feeling of his cock against her cunt. “Please, just take me.”

  Ben’s fingers moved south, down between her legs, tracing over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs first, then moving to the outer lips of her vulva, his fingers dancing along the little hairs that lined her skin.

  Charlotte spread her legs apart, trying to give him greater access, and Ben lurched forward at the opportunity, his hand firmly pressing against her cunt. “You like that?” he prompted.

  “Yes,” Charlotte said while nodding, pushing her legs further apart. “Please.”

  Ben’s hand slipped lower, down to Charlotte’s hole, slipping in her wetness and sticking the tip of his thumb inside of her, making her squeal out embarrassingly loudly. “You fuckin’ like that, baby?” Ben grunted out as his thumb dipped in deeper.

  “Ah!” Charlotte cried out under her breath. “Fuck, Jesus, dammit.”

  “Nasty girl,” Ben taunted her as his thumb slipped all the way inside and started making tiny little circles, brushing up against countless sensitive spots inside of her.

  “I am. I’m so nasty,” Charlotte admitted, pressing her feet hard against Ben’s back.

  “Yeah,” Ben agreed, his other fingers brushing up against her clit to the rhythm he’d set with his thumb. “You’re so fucking dirty, fucking me like this. Letting me do whatever I want. Isn’t that right, baby?”

  Charlotte nodded her head quickly, otherwise lost for words as she gasped for air. Her hands found their way to Ben’s pecs, squeezing the muscle hard before digging in with her nails. Ben grunted out and shoved his thumb in deeper, moving it around in faster circles.

  “You’re so fucking bad. So dirty,” he said, pulling his thumb out of her a moment later. Charlotte gave a choked-off whine in response, unhappy with the empty feeling she was left with, but a second later Ben’s gloriously long fingers slipped down to her hole again and started playing with the outside.

  “Do it. Please,” Charlotte begged, her voice almost a whine.

  “Well since you asked so sweetly, I’ll be nice,” Ben said before shoving two fingers inside, deep and hard. He began fucking her with little warning, pushing them in and out and in and out, over and over again until her legs started to shake.

  “I’m… Thank you,” she moaned, reaching a hand up to fluff up his hair.

  Ben laughed and moved his fingers faster and faster. “Such a sweet little nasty girl. Such a bad officer. You ever been fucked by a criminal?”

  Charlotte shook her head quickly, just as she arched her back to press her hips up closer to his thrusting hand.

  He added a third finger inside of her, stretching her apart so wide she thought she was going to burst. Fuck, it was so deep. He moved his fingertips in fast circles again, making her cry out like a hungry wolf. She needed it. She was leaking like a gushing river.

  “Yeah, that’s it, get wet for me, baby,” Ben grunted, leaning forward to lick along the sides of her cunt. “Taste so fucking good. So sweet. Such a sweet dirty girl.”

  “Mmm… ahhh… yes,” Charlotte whispered as soon as she had enough air in her lungs. “Yes, yes, yes.” She loved being manhandled like this, treated like a ragdoll that he had the power to play with however he wanted. She knew she would do anything he said. He had complete power over her, and that made her feel like she was on fire.

  “You ready for it?” Ben asked, his fingers slowing down inside of her.

  Charlotte didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to stop touching her for a single second, but at the same time she needed him inside of her, needed to feel his weight on top of her. “Y-yes,” she stuttered out.

  Ben growled and leaned forward again to kiss her, his tongue wetly sliding against her mouth before slipping inside. After a minute, he pulled back and stepped away from her, keeping his fingers inside her while he bent to the floor to fish something out of his pants pocket.

  A second later he pulled out of her to put a condom on his cock, quickly stroking his dick up and down, leaning on top of her body and pressing his covered cock between her legs. “You’re gonna get me wet, baby?”

  Charlotte nodded, grabbing onto his arms and squeezing the firm muscles. “You’re so….” She trailed off, unsure of what she wanted to say. Usually she was so talkative and dominant in bed, making men into her sexual servants that did whatever she wanted. But Ben was so different. So tough, so strong, so sure of his body. She just wanted him to claim her.

  “You, too,” Ben said with a smile as he kissed her again, almost gently this time before his teeth came out to pull at her lips until she tasted blood. “So fucking sweet.” His cock aligned with her cunt and he bore down, sinking the tip inside of her wetness. “Jesus,” he grunted.

  “You… you like that?” Charlotte panted, nails digging into the skin of Ben’s arms for traction as she pushed up on his dick, wanting him to spread her open.

  “You got such a sweet tight pussy,” Ben whispered, his eyes falling shut as he pushed another inch of his cock in. “’So fucking tight. Goddammit.”

  Out of nowhere, he shoved all of his cock inside and began hammering away at her hips, pushing in and out and in and out so fast the couch started shaking beneath them. “Fuck, shit, fuck, so tight!” Ben yelled, picking up the pace and causing the couch to rock back and forth, banging on the wooden floor.

  Charlotte felt like she was being split open. Her cunt had never taken this much cock in her entire life. He was hitting sensitive spots inside of her that she’d never even known about, making her squeal pathetically with every push inside. She pounded her fists on his shoulders, but she wasn’t sure if she was asking him to slow down or give her more. Charlotte was so overwhelmed; it was like every nerve in her body was screaming in pleasure and pain.

  Ben kept pounding her, more and more smoothly with every thrust. Meanwhile his hand pressed down on her clit, applying the same level of pressure that he was giving her with his cock. Her clit was burning up, getting hotter with every push of his cock and every flick of his fingers. Charlotte felt like it was vibrating, tiny little waves at first that grew wider with every passing second, spreading down to her pussy, then out to her legs and hips and finally down her legs and feet and toes and up to her arms and hands and fingers. Her entire body shook like a flimsy piece of paper. All she could do was grab on tighter to Ben’s body.

  “I’ve never—” Ben grunted in between thrusts, “—had somebody… so fucking tight before. Mmm. Never. Fuck. Shit.”

  Charlotte gro
aned loudly, turning her head to bite at Ben’s free hand, sucking his fingers into her mouth to stop the noises that she desperately wanted to scream. Ben took the hint and began fucking her mouth with his fingers, moving both hands to the same rhythm while his cock gained even more speed and started moving the couch back a few inches with every push. Fuck, he’s so powerful, Charlotte thought, her mouth sucking harder on his skin as if she could absorb his strength through his sweat.

  Suddenly, Ben pulled out and yanked his hands away, but before Charlotte could protest he grabbed her feet and put them on his shoulders before sinking back inside of her. “Oh! Oh!” Charlotte cried out before Ben’s fingers returned to her mouth. He was even deeper now, hitting a new angle that made her feel like a thousand burning lights were just switched on inside her body.

  “Yeah, you like that?” Ben said, his hand speeding up on her clit. “You fucking like that shit, officer?”

  Charlotte just nodded, but Ben shoved in hard and came to a stop, staring down at her. “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “Yes,” she moaned in between licks of his fingertips. “Yes, I love it. I fucking love it.”

  “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Ben said as he restarted his rhythm. Charlotte nodded again, which was good enough for him this time. “You’re my bad girl?”

  “Yes,” Charlotte whispered, biting down on his fingers and making Ben hiss in response. His hand started flying over her clit, pushing it up and down as quickly as he was shoving his cock inside her.

  “Come on, baby. Come on, you bad girl. You nasty little girl,” Ben said in a low voice, his thumb rotating her clit in mercilessly fast circles.

  Charlotte cried out and arched her back almost painfully, legs shaking like they were being moved by the force of an earthquake.

  “Come on!” Ben yelled, his fingers moving faster. He pivoted his hips so that he hit that perfect, blazing spot inside of her, making Charlotte scream.

  “Ahh! Ahh, ohhh, fuuuuuck!” she wailed, body completely frozen as he slammed into her at the perfect angle.

  “Come on, come on,” Ben encouraged her, bouncing his cock inside of her on top of that spot. “Do it for me, baby.”

  Charlotte’s whole torso contorted, bending impossibly as she moaned and cried out like she was being tortured. She was building between her legs, higher and hotter with every half-second that went by. Goddammit, she was going to explode, she was going to burst apart into a thousand pieces, it was too much, it was too big, it was so fucking huge, this feeling between her thighs. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to contain it.

  “Do it,” Ben demanded, slapping his hips against hers. “Fucking do it.”

  “Unnnh! Unnh, ohhh! Shit!” Charlotte screamed, slapping the side of Ben’s body as she reached desperately for something to hold onto. And then…

  “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” she yelled, her eyes screwing shut as the sensation between her legs reached its peak, sending her falling, falling, falling over the edge of a cliff, the explosion in her cunt pulsing like a second heart.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined as she came down, her heartbeat pounding in her cunt.

  “My turn,” Ben growled, shoving in harder and grabbing onto her hips with both hands. He shoved her whole body back and forth, moving her along his cock. Charlotte whined through it, every nerve in her body utterly exhausted, but she pushed back as hard as she could in her drained state.

  Ben started roaring like an animal, his entire face screwed up in concentration as he pushed in harder than before, roughly fucking her as he chased his orgasm. Charlotte’s hips were bouncing back and forth in between the couch and Ben’s hips so fast she was sure she was going to bruise, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when Ben was moaning like he was on the verge of death, like only her body could save him.

  Charlotte stretched her arm out and grabbed his ass, squeezing as hard as she could to encourage him. “Come on, baby. Come on, baby,” she whispered.

  “Goddammit!” Ben yelled, slapping the side of her hips. “Fuck, that pussy, fuck!”

  He shoved inside one, two, three, four, five more times before pulling back and then launching his cock forward, as deep as it could go, pulsing inside of her. A second later, Ben collapsed on top of her, his entire body limp and still. “Fuck,” he moaned under his breath.

  Underneath him, Charlotte panted furiously, trying to get some air into her lungs. Goddammit, she felt like she was trapped underwater, but she never wanted to surface again. She wanted to feel like this, on the edge between life and the thick black void that lies beyond it, forever. “I think—” she started to say, but she had to lick her lips to raise her voice above a squeaky whisper. “I think I’m ready for that drink now,” she said.

  Ben turned his head, nuzzling it into her neck. “Okay, just give me one sec,” he whispered.

  “I can get it myself,” Charlotte said.

  Ben shook his head and rubbed his hand up and down the length of her torso, soothing the sore spots where he’d lightly slapped her. “No. You’re not going anywhere.”

  Charlotte smiled to herself and petted the back of Ben’s hair, running her fingers through the sweaty mess of tangles that formed after their fuck session. “That was… That was…”

  “Fucking awesome,” Ben supplied, muttering into her neck. He lightly bit down on her skin, making her whine lowly. “Sorry,” he murmured. “You just taste really good.”

  She felt warm in her chest, almost fuzzy despite the thick ache in her muscles. She felt so wrung-out, so completely demolished, but it felt good. It felt nice, being a blob of a person melting into the couch with a huge sweaty man on top of her.

  “All right,” he whispered hoarsely after another minute. “I’ll get your drink. You stay put.”

  Charlotte complied without saying anything, letting him get up and slowly walk over to the fridge to pull out two beers.

  She bent at her waist to sit up, feeling a numb pain in her back as the result of their activities. Well, that’s going to hurt in the morning, she thought to herself. But so worth it.

  Ben opened up the two beers on his way back over to the couch and sat down next to her, handing her the drink without saying a word.

  It was a bit too hoppy for her tastes, thick and musky. She usually drank wine or vodka tonics, maybe gin if she was feeling a bit adventurous. Charlotte took a few deep sips. She could get used to it.

  “Well, damn,” Ben said in between long drags of his beer.

  “Yeah,” Charlotte agreed with a laugh. “Damn, indeed.”

  “Have you… Have you really never done that before?” Ben asked. When Charlotte turned her head to look at him, he was staring at the floor. There was something vulnerable about the way he said it that made her stare at him intently until he looked directly at her.

  “Yeah,” she finally said. “Yeah, I’ve never done that before. Never with a client or a parolee or anything like that.” She tried to say it as casually as possible.

  Ben nodded and took another long drink. “You’re just, you’re good at it. That’s why I asked. Wondered if you had much practice doing this kind of thing.”

  Charlotte smiled again, feeling warm inside. “Well. Thank you. I appreciate that. You weren’t so bad yourself.”

  He drained the rest of his drink and set the empty bottle on the ground. “So I take it you’re up for more? Not now, maybe, because my legs are fucking tired, but tomorrow? You up for it?”

  She stared down at her lap. “I—I don’t know.”

  “Why?” There was an edge of irritation to his voice. Charlotte wondered if she wounded his pride.

  “It’s just— I’m here to work, you know?” Charlotte said, still not looking up at him. If she saw his face right now, still caught up in the afterglow, she would probably kiss him again and maybe start the whole thing all over, and that was the opposite of what she should be doing. Goddamn, she couldn’t believe she had done this. First, taking a ri
sky job like this, and now fucking her client? Clearly something was going on with her. If she was her own client, she’d be very concerned. But I’m not my own fucking client, and I should get to do what I want, her inner voice argued. “I’m here to do a job,” she repeated, feeling ridiculous talking like this while she was still naked and sweating on the guy’s couch. “I’m not getting paid to fuck you.”

  “Yeah,” Ben agreed. “But it can be a nice bonus, if you’re really into it. And you seemed pretty fucking into it.”

  Charlotte chewed her bottom lip, finding it sensitive from all the face-sucking they’d done earlier. “Yeah, but I’m not going to keep showing up here just to fuck you. You have to cooperate with me on the actual job or I can’t accept your uncle’s money. Simple as that.”

  They were silent for a while. Charlotte was just about to get up, slip her clothes on, and disappear into the desert to die of embarrassment when Ben finally spoke up.