chapter five

THE BAD COP II

RAVEN

A choked, shattered scream tore from my throat as he shoved his full length straight into my tight ass.

The pressure was absolute, stretching my raw, unyielding walls to their breaking point in one heavy, unforgiving drive. My head slammed against the cold leather seat, my eyes watering instantly as the sheer size and thick weight of him filled me completely, leaving no room to breathe. Pinned beneath his massive, heavy frame, my arms twisted painfully behind my back in steel handcuffs, I was completely helpless in the cramped back seat of his cruiser. My pulse went wild, hammering in my ears like a desperate drumbeat.

He didn't give me a single second to adjust to the agonizing, white-hot stretch. He locked his large hand firmly around the nape of my neck, digging his fingers in, forcing my face back down and immediately began hammering into me with a hard, brutal, and unforgiving rhythm.

"Fuck," the cop growled, his voice a low, ragged rasp that vibrated straight through my spine in the stifling heat of the car. "You're tight as a fucking vise, thief. Took my whole dick like you were made for it, didn't you?"

Every deep, heavy thrust shook the entire suspension of the squad car. With every brutal slam of his hips against my rear, my own rock-hard length slapped helpless and wet against my inner thigh, pulsing with every punishing hit. The cold metal of the handcuffs bit brutally into my wrists, dragging my skin raw and constantly reminding me of exactly where I was—parked just off a quiet street, taking a dirty cop’s ruthless punishment while unsuspecting people walked by outside the dark tinted windows. The terrifying mix of danger and public humiliation was intoxicating, sending a violent, white-hot wave of pleasure straight to my core.

"A-Ah... Officer..." I whimpered, my knees shaking uncontrollably against the leather as my body traitorously arched back into his punishing pace, begging for more.

Mid-thrust, the officer reached his massive hand underneath my stomach, blindly reaching down between my legs. His thick, calloused fingers wrapped around my aching shaft in a punishing, bone-crushing grip. He squeezed hard—just enough to cut off the sensation, bruising and ruthless—forcing a high-pitched, desperate gasp out of me as he held me still, using my shaft to yank my pelvis back against his relentless drives.

"Shut up and take your sentence," he commanded, his free hand coming down *hard* against the bare flesh of my thigh with a resounding, echoes-in-the-car CRACK.

The sharp impact left a burning, furious mark right where my length rested, making my vision blur. "This is what happens when you decide to steal in my district."

He picked up the pace, driving into me with an unyielding, possessive force that rattled my entire skeleton. He held me pinned down tight, using his brutal grip on my dick and my bound wrists as leverage to yank me backward against every deep, bottom-hitting slam. My breath came in shallow, desperate gasps, my nails digging uselessly into my own palms as the intense friction inside me built into an overwhelming, unbearable coil in my lower belly.

"Look at you, practically begging for it," he rasped into the side of my neck, his harsh teeth grazing my skin as his hand worked my shaft with a heavy, punishing friction that matched the brutal pace of his hips. "You love this, don't you? You like being put in your fucking place."

"Yes," I gasped, tears leaking down my cheek, completely unable to lie to him, unable to hold back the filthy truth anymore. "Yes... please... harder, Officer..."

That single admission shattered his remaining control. He clamped his heavy hands around my hips, hoisting me up higher to improve his angle, and pounded into me with frantic, punishing thrusts that had my head bouncing against the door panel. He hit my core over and over until my walls violently spasmed.

A shattered scream died in my throat as a powerful, body-numbing orgasm ripped through me, spilling my load across his hand and my own thigh as my tight depths rippled around his length like a vice.

Feeling my body clamping hard around him in full surrender, the cop let out a dark, guttural roar. He slammed himself as deep as he could physically go, burying his broad length to the hilt, and flooded my pulsing center with his hot, heavy seed.

He stayed buried deep inside my ass for a long, heavy moment, his broad chest heaving against my back as we both fought for air in the silent, fogged-up car. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and leather.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled himself out of my slick, aching body with a wet slide that made me shiver. He reached down to his duty belt, pulled out the small handcuff keys, and unlocked the metal bands around my wrists with a sharp, echoing click.

He didn't offer a towel, nor did he check to see if I was okay. He simply pulled his pants up, zipped his fly, and reached over to grab my chin in his calloused hand, twisting my face around to force me to look directly up into his dark, ruthless eyes.

"Consider your record clean for tonight, pretty boy," he whispered, his eyes cold, arrogant, and dark with promise as his thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. "But I've got your address now. And if I catch you on my streets again... this was just the warning."