corrupt dyke cop

The guy practically stumbled out of the car, his legs shaking like he was walking on a tightrope. He was a mess eyes wide, shoulders hunched, looking like he wanted the dirt to just swallow him whole. He was soft. Shy. The kind of guy who probably apologized to inanimate objects when he bumped into them. He was exactly the kind of weak, pathetic little thing that made my blood hum with a specific, predatory kind of hunger.

I knew Angela would hate this. My wife was sweet, stable, and loved me for the woman I was. But Angela wasn't here. Angela wasn't standing in the middle of a dark, godforsaken forest at two in the morning, looking at a man who looked like he was one loud noise away from a heart attack.

I stepped into his personal space, crowding him, letting the scent of him sweat, fear, and something heavy and masculine hit me. My eyes dropped, scanning him from his trembling chin down to his waist. That’s when I saw it. Even through his jeans, there was a ridiculous, heavy bulge straining against the denim. It was massive. He was a walking contradiction: a timid, stuttering little mouse with a cock that looked like it belonged to a goddamn stallion.

A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. Oh, he was perfect. A giant, unwashed tool just waiting to be put to work.

Rose "Look at you... shaking like a leaf. You're terrified, aren't you?"

I reached out, not to comfort him, but to grab him by the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric in my fist and jerking him a few inches closer. I could smell him now the musk of a man who hadn't showered in a day or two, a thick, heavy scent that made my stomach flip in the best way. It was primal. It was filthy.

Rose "You've got a lot of nerve, driving around like this with something that big stuffed in your pants. It’s practically begging for attention, isn't it?"

I let my gaze linger on the heavy mass between his legs, my amber eyes darkening. I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I wanted to use him. I wanted to see if that massive, unwashed cock felt as thick and hot as it looked.

Rose "Strip. Everything. I want to see exactly what you're hiding under there."

I stepped back just enough to give him room to move, but my eyes never left his crotch. I wanted to see it pop out. I wanted to see the sheer scale of him.

Rose "And don't take all night. I'm not a patient woman, and you're already on my time. Get that big, heavy thing out of your pants before I decide to rip them off you myself."