LOOSING CONTROL

Melody’s POV

Slowly, I took each step, my feet dragging against the sand, my black boots making unexpected noises. I stared at the exterior of the house.

It was rough and sketchy!

The place where I was, the house of one of the most wanted criminals, was my assignment to catch him and put him behind bars.

I walked to the open hook of the door, the flashing neon lights catching my eyes in a mix of blue and red, making my vision blurred. The dimly lit room and the sounds of...

Moans??

I stopped, my feet frozen in the moment as I searched for where the sound came from.

My gaze fell upon the smell that filled the air, drugs littered around in different forms, hard and powdered.

The smell of cigarettes made me cough, and I blocked my mouth to make no sound.

Blocking my nose, I stood silent, counting my steps, hanging around the cold wall that stood still.

Taking some steps further, I went deeper into the house, then I started to hear it really clear.

The breathless moans, the slapping sound, the rushing of water, accompanied by the loud music that engulfed the air.

“Do it better,” the male voice commanded as the lady's breath hitched...

I moved closer to the scene, my mind divided in a way that brought war in my head and my heart.

Should I just shoot? There was no harm in watching, my heart seemed to win.

Taking a final step, my eyes saw the unspeakable.

He was pounding and slamming into her hard like his life depended on it. Sweat cringed down his muscular arms as she lay on the bed, her mouth wide agape.

My gun trembled in my hands, and I felt my hands shake the moment I saw it.

“Why does your pussy feel tight?” he asked, still pounding into her.

“I don't know,” the lady, whose boobs sagged from one corner of the bed to the other, responded as her breathless moans became more obvious.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he commanded, his body moving along the line while staring at her dripping pussy as cum splattered through her.

“Stretch wider,” he commanded, his deep voice making a heavenly tone. He stretched her legs wider, as the female closed her eyes, her cunt stretching out for more.

He pulled in her, thrusting deeper. “Ouch,” she gripped the bedspread tight while her legs circled round the white spread in a circular motion, screaming like she wanted to be released.

My body ached for that movement, the touch of a man on my skin. Slowly, I dropped the gun behind my back pocket, creating space.

I lost control of my body with that sight. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my bra, watching from a distance while glaring at the way his frame clung to her wet entrance.

My fingers circled round my boobs as I gave myself pleasure. I felt my thighs wet as I squeezed my breast in pleasure, while a quiet moan escaped with the way he thrust into her.

“Hmm,” I moaned, my back resting on the wall. Slowly, I unzipped my pants, my black uniform falling to the ground quietly.

I didn't wear any underwear; I just felt more comfortable with nothing.

“Hmmmm,” the words escaped my mouth, while I roamed through my entrance, pressing against my hands back and forth in a manner only I could understand.

“Fuck harder,” I heard his voice, while my eyes opened as I stared at the guy while he squeezed her breast together. She squinted on the bed, he turned her over roughly, bathing and slapping her ass together, their flow in a way that pleased Lucifer himself.

“I want it harder,” she squinted, her lips trembling as her legs shook in pleasure.

He moved forward and backward, his hips banging in unison to her agreement.

My hands tumbled upon the chair next to me, creating a banging noise. I hid behind the wall, hoping he wouldn't see me.

I guess he didn't, while he continued to bathe the lady who seemed to have a really full body in cum.

“My second finger slid into my hole, and I continued to whimper in pleasure, my body ignited together, it felt like fire.

“Fuck,” I groaned while still pressing my clit together once again, staring at the way he fucked her made my heart clench.

It made my body leap. It made me want sex.

It made me want to be fucked again.

My juice slid from my hands, the sliminess and the warmth spreading over my body as I groaned while moaning.

My mouth agape as I gave room for the sensation to flow through my skin.

The music stopped while he pulled out of her slowly. “Fuck,” I muttered beneath my breath, loud enough for only my ears.

His dick was wide, each thrust would send me to the planet Pluto and back. It had veins, as the tip dropped cum slowly down to the floor.

The lady wore her pants, a string pant that accentuated her curves, gripping her hips, and every movement she took swayed me away.

“Hey,” he spoke loud while staring at her. Walking towards her slowly while she stared at him frantically.

“You want more fucks,” he questioned, and the walls of my pussy seemed to tighten together, my body craving his touch.

I slowly dressed, my uniform arranged as I used my hands to press it together, using my boot to wipe the floor. It wasn't like anyone would notice the mess I created.

I picked up my gun in motion. I was a police officer, sent to arrest him, who was a notorious criminal, and here I was fucking up.

I fired in the air, twice, the gun entering through the ceiling, creating a loophole.

I adjusted my police badge right on my chest.

“Your hands up in the air, Mr. Antonio,” I shouted at the top of my voice.

I watched him wear his trousers, his dick sticking out as he prepared to run through the open window.

I shot him, firing my bullet once, hitting him in his left arm. He fell to the floor immediately, groaning in pain.

I walked towards Benita, as she smiled at me.

“My able police officer,” I giggled, using my palms to cover my smile in a stylish manner.

My palms smelled of pussy juice; I almost felt tempted to lick it out.

“Thank you, Benita. You may go home now; I'd call my team,” I said in a serious manner.

Benita was my friend who was a stripper , she was the bait he fell for .

Well, that was his business , who wouldn't fall for a seductive woman

“He fucks really well,” Benita admitted in a freaky manner. I nodded my head, a smile forming through my lips. “You weren't supposed to fuck him, just distract him and all,” I finally spoke rolling my eyes

Benita left, holding her bag in her hands. As soon as I was sure she left, I stared at Antonio, who was on the floor, his hands bleeding while he groaned in pain.

“Fuck me!” I whispered, loud enough for both of us to hear.