Even as his mind screamed at him not to, he was unable to resist. In one move he scooped her up and deposited her on top of the counter where she had stood moments before making their coffee.
“Coffee needs to cool down,” he muttered as his lips found hers. She did not resist but returned his kiss immediately.
Their tongues clashed with desire and their mouths melted together in passion. Zane breathed deeply inhaling her scent again. It was so not her, not what he expected anyway, and it drove him even wilder than he could have imagined. He broke their kiss and took her head in his hands as he bent to kiss her face. He kissed her just in front of her ears and trailed down the side of her neck. Then he moved to the other side and kissed her in the same place. She threw her head back exposing her neck to him and he smothered it with his kisses as he drank in her perfume before returning to her lips again.
She circled his neck with her arms and ran her fingers through his hair as she tried to pull him into an even deeper kiss. Then with one hand, she began to unbutton his shirt until it was open and she gently ran her fingers over his hairy chest.
He ran his hands over her back and her sides and felt her ribs through her shirt. He tugged and lifted her shirt and they broke their kiss briefly so he could lift her shirt over her head. He tossed her shirt on the table behind them and enjoyed tracing his hands over her warm scented skin to her breasts hidden in their lace bra. He made short work of her bra and lowered his head to take her breasts in his mouth. Her breasts were firm and her
nipples perfectly sized, marking her arousal as he found them with his tongue and gently nibbled them.
Hope moaned as she pulled his face into her breasts. He struggled for breath briefly as she pressed him against her breast as hard as she could. Then she released him and he moved to her other breast with a gasp of breath. His hands moved down and pushed up her skirt. He applied gentle pressure to her knees and she willingly obliged, parting her legs and letting him step even closer to where she sat on the top of the counter.
His hands traveled up her thighs softly but hastily exploring her legs. His fingers traced lines on the outsides of her thighs and then moved to the insides of her thighs. He grabbed her flesh in his hands and massaged it roughly as he enjoyed the closeness and the sexiness of her legs he had seen earlier on the sofa.
Finally, his hand settled on her panties. He touched her softly and realized her panties were already soaked. He stroked her softly through her panties and gradually increased the pressure. He felt her juices soak through her panties and mold to her pussy as he stroked her. His fingers were soon from her juices as well.
He replaced one hand with the other as he smelled her on his fingers and then put them in her mouth so she could taste herself.
He massaged her with his other hand as she moaned and sucked his fingers. Then he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and pushed her panties aside. He slipped his fingers into her. One finger, two, and then three. She moved on the countertop trying to position herself to get maximum pleasure from his fingers but he slid them out and grabbed her
panties, tugging at them, indicating that they needed to go.
She lifted her ass briefly letting him slip her thong off and down her legs. Then he moved in close again and she wasted no time dropping her hands to his pants. She found his belt and undid it even as his fingers found her wet lips and entered her again. She hesitated, recovering from the ecstasy of his fingers inside her before she unzipped his pants. She pushed them down with his boxer shorts, releasing his aching cock. She stroked it quickly, roughly, craving it inside her. Her head was still thrown back with pleasure as he lavished her neck with attention. She hadn’t seen his cock but from touching it she knew it was huge.
“Fuck me,” she moaned as he fingered her deeply.
He pulled his fingers out and she felt his head greet her entrance. He slid it up and down, lubricating it before he slowly started to enter her.
He was big. Enormous. She felt herself stretch slowly, to accommodate him as he pushed into her.
“Oh yes!” she whispered in ecstasy. “You’re ... so ...fucking... huge!”
“Should I stop?’ he whispered.
“No!” she gasped. “Split me, skewer me, impale me, and tear me all the way open!”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied as he began to thrust hard and deep.
Hope screamed with pleasure. She thought she would die from ecstasy or pain. She wasn’t sure which initially, but as he thrust into her repeatedly, deeper and deeper, she knew she might die from ecstasy.
Finally, he paused his thrusting and lifted her off the kitchen counter. His lips found hers and they kissed again as he carried her to the room. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he remained inside her as they made their way to the room.
When they reached his room, he sat on the bed and then lay back.
Hope now straddled him and began to ride him rapidly as she moaned with pleasure. He reached up and took one beautiful, firm breast in each hand. He massaged them and lifted his head taking turns to flick each nipple with his tongue. Then he pulled her face down to kiss her before his hands circled her body to clutch her firm, round ass.
He spanked her ass cheeks alternately as she rode him more and more vigorously until she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. She quivered with ecstasy and he increased his thrusts which seemed to drive her even wilder as she continued to moan and whimper with pleasure.
He felt her pussy clenching his cock with her orgasm and felt himself respond with the increased tightness of her sheath. He began to swell and she moaned as she felt him growing still bigger in her tight hole.
Then he exploded in her and she felt his cum striking her womb as he squirted again and again inside her. Then finally they were still as she lay down on top of him and listened to his heart beating.
He was silent too wondering what the hell he had just done.
He chastised himself. He was a fool for letting his self-control go. This woman was a criminal and he was going to have to arrest her. She couldn’t continue her activities in his town. He had worked long and hard to become the Chief of Police. This was his kingdom and he couldn’t afford to fuck it up.
Finally, she rolled off him onto the bed.
“That was the best,” she murmured as she nibbled his ear.
“Thanks. You were awesome too,” he replied as he continued staring at the ceiling.
She raised herself onto her elbow and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. She sensed that something wasn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Zane turned to look into her eyes and then looked away quickly as he felt his resolve begin to crumble.
“You can’t stay here,” he said calmly.
“I know. But it would be the best place to stay. No one would ever look for me in your house, now would they?”
“What?” Zane was surprised, “I wasn’t talking about my house. I was talking about Hurstville. You can’t stay here. You need to leave town else I’m going to have to arrest you.”
“So arrest me now,” she smiled as she began kissing his chest. He didn’t react but he didn’t stop her either.
“I don’t want to. Just move on. Go to another town Hope.”
“I can’t Zane. I don’t get to choose where I go and set up shop. I’m told where to do it.”
“By who? Tell me who they are so I can arrest them and then we can end this.”
“It’s not that easy Zane,” Hope replied.
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you who gives me orders.”
“Why not? There’s a witness protection program. If your boss is that important, I’m sure we can get you into it.”
“That’s not an option, Zane.”
“Why not?”
Hope sighed, “I can’t tell you. You’ll be in danger if I tell you. Trust me.”
“Well, you can’t be here. I’m the chief of this town and I’m responsible for everything that happens here. You’re not going to start peddling drugs here. I won’t let it happen.”
“So arrest me then. Arrest me right now chief,” Hope said. She sat up and held her arms out to him, hands together, squeezing her breasts together between her upper arms.