He is not done

"That's a good girl," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Now, swallow it."

You stare at him in horror, your eyes wide with shock and disgust. You can't believe what just happened. You feel the warm liquid dribble down your chin, and you can taste the bitter taste of his semen in your mouth. The officer's expression darkens, and he grips your chin harder. "Swallow it, or I'll make you," he says, his voice low and menacing.

You can feel the bile rising in your throat, but you know you can't resist. You swallow hard, feeling the warm liquid slide down your throat.

He leans back in the driver’s seat, stroking his still-hard cock slowly as he watches you cough and wipe your chin with the back of your hand. A cruel smirk spreads across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your disheveled body. “That was just the warm-up. To keep you out of jail tonight, you’re gonna give me that pussy. Right here. Right now.”

Your stomach drops. “Please… no,” you whisper, voice hoarse and broken. “I did what you wanted. I swallowed it. Just let me go home.”

He chuckles darkly, unzipping the rest of his pants fully and freeing his thick, veiny cock again. It glistens with your saliva under the dim cruiser lights. “You think sucking me off squares us? Nah. I want to feel how tight that cunt is while you’re still buzzing from those shots. Spread your legs and pull your panties to the side, or I cuff you and we drive straight to the station. Your choice, whore.”

Tears sting your eyes as the reality sinks in. The apartment, the landlord, the life you’re desperately trying to hold together—all of it hangs on this moment. Your hands shake as you slowly hike up your skirt again, fingers hooking into the waistband of your already-soiled panties.

He doesn’t wait for you to finish. He grabs your thighs, yanks you toward him across the seat, and positions himself between your legs. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, still slick from earlier **** and **** wetness.

“Good girl,” he growls, and thrusts forward hard, burying himself inside you in one brutal stroke.