Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(50)

I could hear the jangle of holster belts and buckles behind me, and then the obvious sound of zippers being drawn down.

Holy fuck.

Part of me knew I could stop this. Part of me knew I could say something, and tell them this had gone too far, and I knew they’d stop.

It was the other part of me though that told the first part to keep its fucking mouth shut.

Because I didn’t want them to stop. This was insane, and nothing remotely close to anything I’d ever in a million years thought about doing. I mean I was handcuffed, and bent over a stolen car, with the two hottest men I’d ever even seen putting their hands on me, teasing my soaking wet pussy, and promising to do all sorts of wicked, filthy things to me.

And maybe the me from yesterday, the me that was still willing to bottle everything up and pretend all the wrong in her life could be ignored, would have stopped this. Maybe that version of me would have shook her head, told them flat out to get their hands off of me, and gone on with her boring existence with her scummy, cheating fiancé and her adventure-less life.

…Good thing I wasn’t that girl anymore, not after I’d seen that text.

Because now, I was a new me, and the new Samantha was going to live life to the fullest, say what was on her mind, and do what she wanted. And what I wanted right then was to let go. I wanted to let go of the old me, and part of me that was unsure about this. And what I wanted the most was for these two hot, gorgeous men to make me feel what I hadn’t felt in a long time — desired, sexy, and wanted.

And I wanted it right now.

“You going to arrest me or what, you pigs?”

They froze, and I felt my chest seize up.

Shit, had I just taken it way too far? My brow furrowed, and I chewed on my lip as I suddenly worried that I’d gone farther than I should have.

And then I heard them chuckle.

I started to grin, but I suddenly gasped as I felt a powerful hand smack down across my ass with a sharp crack, making me cry out.

“I think someone’s resisting,” Dustin’s voice growled in my ear.

“I think someone’s begging for some excessive force,” Blake’s equally gruff voice rumbled into my other ear, making me moan as the tingle teased through my body.

“Yes,” I whispered out, panting as I felt both cops gripping my ass firmly.

“You want it, you better ask nicely for it,” Dustin whispered darkly into my ear, and I moaned loudly as his fingers slid between my legs and over my soaked panties.

“Please,” I panted, arching my back and feeling the last of my reservation scatter to the wind.

Blake spanked me again, making me moan as I felt his partner’s fingers slide up and down the lips of my pussy.

“We’ve waited a long time for this, you know,” Blake growled into my ear, his palm sliding and smoothing over my tender ass. “And we won’t be denied anymore.”

I shivered.

“On your knees, miss,” he whispered into my ear. “Now.”





9





Samantha




Shaking with anticipation, my tongue darting out to wet my lips, I did as I was told. With the cuffs holding my arms behind me, I nodded and found myself dropping down to my knees on the ground, facing the car.

My heart pounded.

Again, I knew I could stop this, but there’s no way wanted to do that now. I wanted this — whatever “this” turned out to be — with every buzzing, tingling part of me.

“Now turn around, slowly.”

I did as Officer Blake told me to do. Slowly, on my knees, I shuffled around until I was facing them, and then my jaw dropped.

And my pussy pulsed.

The two cops both had their thick cocks sticking out through the flies of their dark blue uniforms, and they were huge — like, jaw-droppingly, panty-soakingly, drool-worthy HUGE. They grinned at me as they both slowly brought hands up and began to stroke their big dicks right in front of me, and I could feel my pussy positively throb between my legs in spite of myself.

Part of me wanted to run away screaming — I mean, this was so wrong.

But the other part of me? Well, the other part of me was hotter, wetter, and more turned on than I could ever remember being.

“You see miss, you’re in a lot of trouble here. You know that right?” Officer Blake grinned, slowly pumping his big dick as he winked at me.

I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off of the huge, throbbing cock in his hand. “Yes sir.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but as I stared at the two dominant, hung men standing right in front of me, my flurry of thoughts suddenly focused on one, powerful need. I felt a shiver run through my body, and felt the blood pound in my ears as my aching pussy throbbed between my thighs. I knew exactly what I wanted to do then.

Dustin stepped forward, his eyes glinting at me as he slowly stroked his cock. He pushed his hips forward, and I suddenly gasped as his thick dick suddenly bobbed right in front of my face.

“Open wide, miss.”

Looking up at him, I slowly found myself nodding.

I wanted this.

And beyond anything I could have ever imagined me doing, I opened my mouth for a strange man’s big cock.

I moaned as it slid across my lips, tasting his salty sweet pre-cum as the big head pushed into my mouth. I felt my lips stretch, my jaw going to its widest as the enormous cock slipped into my mouth. Dustin’s hand slid into my long hair, and he grinned down at me as he gripped it firmly in his fist.