I turned around on shaky legs, facing him. My skirt was ruined, bunched around my waist. My tank top had slipped, one breast exposed, nipple tight and begging. He towered over me, eyes dark with lust, that massive bulge now looking painfully hard.

He had given me everything—ripped an orgasm from me so intense I could barely stand. And I hadn’t touched him yet. The realization hit me hard. This dominant, handsome cop had just punished and pleasured me like no one ever had, and I was still selfishly taking.

I dropped to my knees right there on the gravel, not caring how dirty it was. My hands reached for...