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"You have the right to remain silent..." Officer Sammy Bryant recited to his very tipsy wife, Ella as he helped her up the steps to their house. She was holding on to him for dear life and she wouldn't shut up the whole way home.
"Kay...but I don't think I have that ability and I shouldn't sleep with you either. My husband is a really hot cop and would shoot your ass." She giggled. "You look so much like him though, it's amazing..." She trailed off grabbing his face and looking at it.
"Smile." She demanded.
He did and her eyes widened at the deep dimple in his left cheek. "You have his dimple." She cooed at him. "Fuck, that is hot!"
"I am your husband, Sweetheart." He said softly and pressed a kiss to her temple as he reached for his house keys in his pocket.
"You are? Wow! Is the sex hot, baby?" She asked trying to step on her tip toes to kiss him but landed in his neck.
He smirked, "Fuckin' mind-blowing." He replied feeling her tongue trace a heart on his pulse. He opened the door and pulled her in and kicked the door closed.
"Ever used those cuffs on me?" She whispered against his neck while unbuttoning his shirt and felt her fingers fumble by the third button. She started getting warm and unzipped her jacket.
"Once or twice." He chuckled as he watched her peel her coat off and watch it fall to the floor in a pile as she missed the coat hook.
"You sure you're my husband?" She asked blinking a few times and looked at him a little worried. "I could never hurt my Sammy, officer." She said in a soft sweet lovers voice.
"I love you, Mrs. Ella Bryant." He said with a grin.
She reached out and grabbed him by his buttoned down shirt. He grinned as she playfully pulled him closer and that dimple in his left cheek made her want to pinch it. She had enough of trying to unbutton his shirt and ripped it wide open. Buttons flew in every direction.
"You're going to have to sew those back o-"
She kissed him hard on the mouth and pulled his shirt off down his back and left it a pile on the floor. "I demand you sit on that couch, I'm going to fuck my way out of that ticket." She told him as she pulled her mouth away.
"What ticket babe? Woah-" He asked as she pulled him into the living room and pushed him into the couch and reached under her sun dress and dropped her panties.
"Drunken disorderly and public indec-I can't say the word. I'm too drunk to give a fuck." She said straddling his lap and lightly ran her nails down his chest.
"Public indecency?" He asked then hissed through his teeth. He loved it when she did that.
"That's the one babe. I'm going to fuck you on this couch, Officer." She whispered as she kissed his neck. She used her teeth and started leaving little bite marks on his neck.
"Sweetheart, we're in doors and I haven't issued you a ticket. How much did you drink at girls night out?" He asked half worried and half turned on. His hands started doing their job and started unzipping the back of her dress. He let his hands graze her bare skin. So soft and beautiful.
"1 bottle of wine and 2 tequila shots. Do you wanna go fuck on the deck?" She asked letting her nails run down the nape of his neck to his collar bone down his toned arms. She could feel his veins pop up in his arms.
"Jesus, you're out of your mind." He laughed and felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
She reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants so fast his head was spinning. He somehow managed to get her bra off and her dress pooled at her waist. His mouth latched on her breast and her hands buried themselves into his thick curly hair.
"Sammy!" She gasped and held him close to her. His hair was so thick and soft. She noticed he was starting to get a couple of grey hairs. She suddenly realized he was going to be a silver fox when he got older.
"You don't get to fuck this officer until he gets some foreplay." He said and placed an open mouth kiss next to her areola.
"Baby." She panted softly looked down at him and watched his mouth suckle, kiss, and lightly bite her breast. She was fascinated by how hot it was to watch the way his mouth worked on her.
He looked up at her in awe. The pupils of her brown eyes were blown out. She was so turned on that she thought she was dreaming.
"Sweetheart. Maybe we should sto-"
She kissed him hard on the mouth and rolled her hips against him and then did it again. She felt his dick twitch and she smiled.
"We aren't stopping till I cum." She whispered on his lips.
"Baby." He said nearly breathless. "Where is this dirty sultry side coming from? You normally get a little bashful." He let out groan when she rolled her hips into him again. His hand slipped under the skirt of the dress and found her wet for him
"I dunno. I think it's the booze but honestly it's really a shame you left your handcuffs at work today. Bring those home again." She whispered in his ear and playfully used her teeth and tugged his earlobe.
"I will throw you in a jail cell and fuck you senseless if that's what you want." He groaned as he raised his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down.
"Do you think anyone would watch?" She whispered against his neck and giggled
"Are you serious!?" He asked pulling a little bit away from her in shock.
"Handcuffs will be fine." She said watching his cock spring free and reach between them and wrap her fingers around it. She rubbed the tip of him with her thumb slowly. She loved watching those gorgeous hazel eyes roll back into his head with a shit eating grin on his sweet face. She tilted her hips just right and impaled herself on him.
Sammy loved the warmth around him. Being inside of her was like a homecoming for his cock. Safe, warm and protected. When she bottomed out she sighed happy.
"You okay?" He lifted his head and whispered as he placed a kiss on her neck.
"Mmmm, fantastic." She sighed as she left little kisses on his jaw line. "Eyes on me, Officer." She said to him when she looked into his eyes.
"That's my line." He said kissing the curve of her neck to her shoulder. He bit her there and she moaned his name and felt her nails sink into his broad shoulders.
"I know. I wanted to try it out." She whimpered and kissed his lips quickly and started to move her hips.
Sammy looked up at her and watched as she moved her body. Her hips would roll constantly and his hands were on her hips to give her any help she would need. Her head rolled back in ecstasy and she let out a moan.
They started slow. Sammy always loved starting that way. A little tender love making to show how much he loved her. He kissed her tenderly and whispered how beautiful she was riding him.
She pressed a kiss to that cute dimple in his left cheek and smiled as she rolled her hips and made his eyes roll back when she squeezed around him.
He couldn't take it anymore, he laid her down on the couch and hooked one of her legs under the knee with his hand and sank deep into her.
"Officer Bryant, you're ruining my fun." She said a little breathless as he pulled her leg up to his hip.
"Just doing my best to keep the peace." He said kissing her collar bone and moved his hips faster.
Her heart was racing. She loved this part of Sammy, the take charge cop attitude. She grinned and grabbed the sides of his head and looked at him and he stopped. "There is no peace here."
He grabbed her arms and put them up over her head and pinned them there. He slammed his hips into her harder. "If you're going to act like a brat, Mrs.Bryant. I'm going to treat you like one."
She looked him dead in the eyes, "Fuck you, Officer."
Something in Sammy's eyes changed and he gave her a mischievous smile. His wife brought out a side to him that was reserved for times like this. She would get bratty and he would fuck her senseless. It happens a few times a year. He secretly loved when she was a brat for him. He loved the aggression, the passion and the hard climax that concluded. The last time she was bratty for him they both called out of work the next day and spent the day in bed taking care of one another and fooling around for hours naked, aching and deliciously exhausted.
"Don't you dare close your eyes. Eyes on me, wife." He said. "You're gonna be a brat then you're going to pay the consequences."
"Happy to pay my debt to society." She flirted with him. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her so hard it took her breath away and she let out a moan.
"That is a good start." He replied then crushed his mouth to hers. It was a sloppy kiss. Tongues fighting, teeth scraping, it was as if they were fighting with their mouths to see who loved who the most. He moaned into her mouth and kept a perfect rhythm with his hips.
His right hand had a firm grip on her hip and he finally let her wrists go and grabbed the other side of her hips. He had her right where he wanted her. Under him, moaning and digging her nails into his back.
He finally released her mouth and pressed hard kisses against her neck. "You're beautiful." He said against her skin.
"Sammy!" She whined to him and let out an, "Ahh!" As he bit down on her neck only to replace it with the soothing feeling of his tongue. He did this a few more times and hissed as he felt her nails raking down from his shoulder blades down his back. He was pretty sure she might have drawn blood but could care less because her pussy had the most incredible grip on him. Totally worth it.
His cologne and the smell of sex filled her nostrils. The sound of his moans, grunts and heavy breathing filled her ears along with the sound of his hips slamming into hers. The taste of Budweiser beer and steak he had earlier lingered on her tongue. The feeling of his rough hands gripping her hips and occasionally leaving to grab her breasts nearly made her eyes roll into the back of her head.
"Eyes on me, Ella." He said to her softly.
It was those hazel blue-green eyes that would go dark and looked at her like a possessed predator that practically rewired her brain. Those eyes that would look at her across a room occasionally and the intensity would take her breath away. Behind those eyes she knew he would gladly die for her and even kill for her if she asked. His devotion to her was endless.
Sammy's religion was her and he was devoted to her happiness and to loving her unconditionally. Her smile melted his heart and her laughter was his song. He practically worshiped her any chance they had for a minute of intimacy.
"You're doing great, El. Taking me so deep into you." He whispered in her ear. "You almost there, honey?"
"Yeah." She whispered back and let out a moan as the tight pressure was building "Please, Sammy." She looked at him with her big eyes.
"You're mine, sweetheart." He said then kissed her deeply.
His gravely voice was always what made her orgasm. When her walls spasmed around him she let out a scream into his mouth. Her eyes flew open and she would swear she saw the whole universe in that moment and it was Sammy who brought her back to Earth as he came inside of her and she felt his full weight on top of her. Ella held onto him like her life depended on it catching her breath.
They laid there in a sweaty, exhausted and breathless pile on the couch. Ella closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Sammy's puffs of breath on her neck. She smiled tired, proud and completely fucked out of her mind.
"I have the ability to remain silent now." She whispered and kissed his temple.
They looked at one another and laughed.