His to Taste by Jacqueline Winlock Page A

their contraband in their intimate areas. Do you give me permission to touch you there?” His long thick cock grew even harder when he saw that she was already sopping wet and he automatically knew her answer.
    “Um...yes, officer,” she muttered quietly, ashamed yet emboldened by her arousal. She begged him silently to continue touching her. She yelped in surprise when he gave her a slight spank on her bare ass.
    “I didn’t hear you, Miss Williams,” he growled dangerously. “Say it louder.”
    “Yes, officer,” she bit out reluctantly. “Yes, you have my permission to...um...touch me there.” She unconsciously thrust her ass towards him and held her breath in anticipation.
    “Tell me where I can touch you,” he said sternly.
    “My...um...intimate areas, sir.”
    “For the record, I need you to be more specific, Miss Williams.”
    She shuddered in her lust and whispered, “My..um...pussy, sir.”
    “Very good, Miss Williams,” he said. “And where else?”
    “You can touch my ass.” She swayed closer towards him until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
    “And where else may I touch you?” he asked, stubbornly withholding his touch.
    “I want you to touch my tits, sir, and my mouth, and anywhere else on my body that you want to touch, officer.” She could feel her pussy juices dripping farther down her thighs now as she ached desperately to have further contact with him.
    “Good answer,” he said. “Now lean forward and place your hands on the hood of the car.”
    She scrambled to obey his command and almost wept in pleasure when she felt his hands cup her ass cheeks and squeeze. Jenny arched her back when his long fingers delicately traced her wet pussy folds. She thrust her hips back so that his fingers could delve deeper into her, but he held her hips fast.
    “Hold still,” he said gruffly. “Hold still and let me complete my search, Miss Williams.”
    She moaned in protest and cried, “Yes, officer, but please, oh, please just touch me!” She gasped in delight when she felt his warm breath on her aching pussy and gritted her teeth to keep from writhing against him.
    Officer London gently parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and started licking her dripping slit with long leisurely strokes of his tongue. He nuzzled deeper into her soft quivering flesh and flicked at her aroused little clit until she shuddered against him. She could feel herself on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, and she whimpered in need. He responded by shoving two long fingers into her and finger fucked her as he suckled on her sensitive clit.
    “Oh, god, officer!” she wailed as she felt her inner walls tighten around his thrusting fingers. She fisted her small hands against the hood and let herself get swept up by her orgasm. Her legs shook as he firmly rubbed on her G-spot and she felt as if her body weight was supported by only the car and his masterful fingers and clever tongue.
    Jenny screamed as she finally came and soaked his mouth and chin. His grip on her hips were almost painful as he devoured her sweet cream, and she grew limp as the waves of her orgasm ebbed.
    He gently nipped at her ass cheek and she moaned at the sensation. “Your pussy is delicious, Miss Williams,” he said. “I didn’t taste any contraband, but I ought to do my due diligence and fuck you hard and deep just in case I might feel anything suspicious.”
    She heard him unzip his fly and she shuddered when she felt the hot silky head of his thick cock trail up and down her soaked slit. He yanked down her tube top and roughly fondled her tits. “Now,” he growled. “Do you give me permission to fuck your sweet little pussy with my hard cock?”
    “Please, officer!” she rasped, hungrily grinding her pussy against his rigid phallus. “I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right fucking now!”
    A strangled cry escaped her lips when he lined up his cock and thrust himself deep into her pussy with one swift slam.