Snow White

Ryan

She hates the badge, which tells me she has had a run in with the police, and it didn’t go her way. I hate that she doesn’t have faith in the system, but I know better than most how corrupted the system can be. Just because I am still a cop, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. There have been plenty of cops that have worked the sidelines, accepting bribes and leaking information in return, but I had vowed to myself that I would never become the kind of person that would seek wealth instead of justice.

I drive along the open roads to the one hotel that I know will probably cost my year’s salary to stay in for one night. It is the fanciest hotel I had seen when coming into town and all I can do is hope that I chose the correct place and didn’t just make an ass out of myself.

“Drive to the top parking.” Snow white next to me says. I follow her lead, taking her directions as she points me to the center of the car park where a no parking sign has been placed, and an armed guard is standing. Snow white waves at the guard and his face lights up, like waiting for her is the only thing that he was looking forward to the entire day. “What are you doing here tonight?” She asks the guard and as I take him in, I can see the similarities between them. The black hair, the fair skin. He is taller than she is, and far balkier, but he could be her twin with how similar they look. Even their eyes are exactly the same.

“I knew you would be here tonight as you were working the bar. I wanted to see you, so I took my chances and swapped out with Smith. I do see that you brought company, so I will wait until morning.” He says, and I wonder if he will be standing guard here all night. Who is this woman, and why does she need guards waiting on her?

“Go sleep. I will be fine here alone tonight.” She tells the guard, and he gives her a raised eyebrow, but doesn’t argue. He walks to a black Sedan with tinted windows, gets in and drives off. All without an argument or asking her if she is sure she can handle herself. Clearly, she is the one giving the orders and it is not her father or someone that requested security. “Press the button next to the steering wheel.” She says, and I run my finger over the panel beside the wheel. There is only one button there, so I press it and nearly shit myself when the car starts moving up. She has a lift for her car, right into the penthouse on the top floor.

“Who are you?” I ask her before I can stop myself.

“I am the Queen.” She says, and I want to chuckle at that confidence, but when I look at her, she isn’t smiling. She is dead serious.

“Of what?” I ask her, taking a strand of her hair and twisting it around my finger. She glares at me, and I throw my hands in the air, surrendering. “Fine, no questions.” I tell her, and she scoffs, like she is already regretting bringing me here. Fuck me and my naturally curious nature and this woman is like a walking temptation. I want to know more about her, but it is clear I will not and there is really no point in pushing. I am here for a good time and my questions are clearly ruining that good time. 

I open the car doors and we both step out. Snow goes straight to the fridge and takes out two glasses. That is the last thing I expected to be in her fridge, but I am thankful for it when she pulls a bottle of whiskey out and starts to pour. I take the glass she moves in my direction and take a sip. I nearly roll my eyes at the taste, the smooth liquid running down my throat and warming me up instantly. Snow looks at me as I take another drink, trying to savor the taste because I know I will never get the opportunity to drink Whiskey this good.

“You can take a bottle when you leave in the morning.” She says, and I walk around the counter to see just how many bottles she has if she says I can take one. Ten, there are ten beautiful bottles standing in neat rows behind the counter. Who the hell is she? I want to ask, want to know more, but I refuse to get kicked out before I can have my way with her.

Snow drinks the Whiskey like a shot, downing the contents in the glass and I follow her lead. She turns as if to leave and I grab her arm, turning her back towards and then claim her lips as I bend down to pick her up. I lift her onto the counter and push her legs open to fit myself between it. I twist my hand in her hair and pull back, enjoying the shocked gasp she lets out before a moan leaves her lips as I suck on her neck. I kiss my way down her neck as I lift her dress, pulling it over her hips. I groan when I realize she isn’t wearing any underwear, but I should’ve guessed that with how tight the dress was and the fact that there were no lines to be seen, but these days there is underwear designed with tight dresses in mind, so I don’t beat myself up too much that I missed it.

I run my hand up her thigh, getting close to where I want to be, but I stop just before reaching her beautifully shaved cunt. I let my thumb run over her soft skin, watching her face as I take my time with teasing her. She is absolutely stunning with her head thrown back, her hands flat on the counter behind her to keep her up. Her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly open, but when she realizes that I am not moving my hand to where she needs it, her head snaps up, forcing me to pull harder on her hair as I didn’t expect the sudden movement, but she doesn’t flinch, only glares at me, showing me her perfect white teeth as she sneers at me. Wild, and savage, that is how I would describe her in this moment and this is how I will think about her as I help myself for the next few weeks while I work myself into my cover.

“Stop playing games and do what you are here to do.” She says through gritted teeth.

“I would do whatever it is I want to do, and you will take what I give you when I decide you deserve it.” I sneer right back at her, getting right in her face as I push two fingers into her cunt. She is soaked, and more then ready, but she still didn’t expect the sudden invasion, causing her to clench around me. I slowly move my fingers, giving her the illusion that she is getting exactly what she wants, but I am not just going to give in and fuck her. That would mean I shoot my load before she is ready, and I am nothing if not a giver. I want to see her become undone by my hand, then my mouth and only then will I fuck her until she is screaming for me to stop. The thing about women are, they work the completely opposite way from men. When we orgasm, we can take three times longer to reach that peak again, but with women, the more they orgasm, the more sensitive they become, making it easier to cum again and again without a struggle. The trick is to get them to the first orgasm, after that, it doesn’t take much to push them over that edge again.

Snow likes to be pushed. She doesn’t want the easy way, she wants someone to work for it and as much as she is getting frustrated by the fact that I am not giving her what she wants, it is also driving her sense higher, making her more sensitive the longer I drag this out.

I pull my fingers out of her and bring it to my lips. She smells like sin, and tastes like the best dessert. Snow watches me as I taste her, hunger burning in her eyes. I step back from between her legs and then lean back on the counter behind her. For a moment I just stare at her, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes in hard, trying to stay calm, but clearly too wound up to control her breathing. “Down.” I command and I need to keep myself from laughing as her eyes widen in shock. “On your knees.” I tell her, looking down at the floor in front of me and then back up at her. “You want control? Show me how good you can be with that mouth, if you can control my cock down your throat.” I tell her and, for a moment, she doesn’t move, probably wondering if she should step up for the challenge or if she should fight me.

Snow slowly slides off the counter and then slowly slips her dress down her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts, her tits perky and perfect enough that she didn’t need one. Fuck, she just gets more and more beautiful by the second. “ON. YOUR. KNEES.” I tell her, saying the words slowly. She sinks down to her knees and begins to unbutton my jeans. She pulls my pants and boxers down in one hard pull. My cock jumps at the sudden cold air hitting it and then it practically begins to weep for her attention. My dick is thick and eight inches long. She is going to have to work to take all of me.

Snow wraps her hand around my cock and then runs her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip. Just as she starts to wrap her lips around my cock, I grab her around the throat, squeezing just enough to force her eyes up to me. “I want to see you choke on me. Let me hear you work for it.” I tell her and then let go, allowing her a chance to breathe. There is not fear in her eyes as she keeps her it focused on mine while she practically fucking swallows my cock.