You loved when Hank drank, especially when he drank whiskey. You loved his Whiskey Dick, because rather than being unable to get it up, as soon as he was aroused, he was hard for hours. And it was all yours.

"Hank!" You greeted him as you walked into Jimmy's Bar. It was date night and you suggested the watering hole because it was close to his house and you both got a discount for being police. "Hey babe!" You gave him a kiss on his cheek as you sat down next to him at the bar.

"Hey, gorgeous." He grabbed your wrist and gave you a smacking kiss on the lips. "I started early."

"That's OK." You winked at him, a smirk on your lips. You ran a finger over his strong thighs, inching slowly towards his cock. "I don't plan on drinking much."

His face was red as he slapped a $20 on the bartop. "Thanks, Jimmy. We're gonna go." He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the exit. You grinned. You were definitely not gonna be able to walk tomorrow; thank goodness it was your day off.

He pushed you against the wall, kissing you, pressing his now raging erection against your belly. "I feel like you just wanted to get me drunk," he said between kisses. "God, I want you."

"Then, let's head home." You held up your keys, your hand caressing the tent in his jeans. "I'm all yours."

He scrambled into your car, his eyes heated and his pupils blown wide. "You're such a tease."

"You love it." You started the car and pulled out of the parking space and started towards his house. "Connor isn't there tonight right?"

"Nah, he's staying with Jericho tonight. There's some kind of get together their hosting." Hank rubbed his palm on his zipper. "It's a good thing too. I'm going to make you scream."

You shivered, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you. "Yes, sir." You purred reaching over to push his hand away as you undid his belt and pants, reaching in to take his hard cock out. You stroked him, watching his jaw clench out of the corner of your eye. "You ok there, Lieutenant?"

"Yes," he hissed. "Perfect."

You smiled as you released his cock and he groaned. "You'll have to wait; we just got home." You shut the car off, getting out and walking up to his front door, making sure to swing your hips. "Are you coming, Hank?"

He stood from the car, his belt and zipper still undone, the base of his sizable erection still showing, but otherwise, it was tucked away. "Not yet," he growled. "But, I will be." He rushed up to you, pinning you to the door as he ground against you, his lips on yours. You unlocked the door as you kissed him. "Inside."

"Yes." You opened the door, letting Hank lift you by your hips, carrying you into the house. He kicked the door shut, not caring to lock it.

He pushed your coat off your shoulders, his own hitting the floor seconds later. People didn't realize Hank was still pretty buff, his 'chunk' was nothing but hard muscle and you loved that it was your own secret. His arms were you favorite; thick and muscled, but with enough chubbiness to them that when he wasn't flexing, there was no indication that he had muscles.

You pulled his shirt off, your hands tracing the tattoo on his chest, petting him. "God, you're fucking sexy," you moan, running your hands up and down his abs, covered in a layer of fat. You ran your tongue over a pectoral, flicking his nipple.

He grabbed you and practically ripped your shirt off you, your bra with it. His hands grabbed your breasts roughly, your hands in his long silver hair. You pulled his head to our chest, his beard and mustache tickling your sensitive skin. He bit and sucked at your breasts, littering your skin with hickeys and bites. He moved you to the bedroom, his lips on yours. You giggled as you knees hit the mattress, your breasts bouncing with you on the bed.

He growled again, gravely and deep and you felt a shiver run up your back. You loved it when he got rough, manhandling you. You were in no way weak, but you felt weak when he took control and you were addicted to it. "If this is your way of keeping me from drinking too much, then I love it." He whispered against your stomach, his tongue running from the hem of your slacks to your sternum. "Good lord you are one of the most beautiful fucking things I've seen."

You smiled, your nails scraping down his back. You ground yourself on the leg between yours, keening at the feeling. "I need you Hank."

"Not yet," he smirked. "First, you finish what you started in the car." He stood, removing his pants and boxers in one swift movement. He stood, raising one eyebrow, his cock thick and heavy against his stomach. "Now."

You shivered again and crawled off the bed, licking your lips. "Yes, sir." You purred, settling on your knees before him. Leaning forward, you drew your nose from one hip to the other, teasing him. You felt his growl rather than heard as he tangled his fingers in your hair, moving your head until your lips were against his cock.

"Open your mouth." He was using his 'Lieutenant' voice, making you wet. You loved that voice; it was commanding, no-nonsense and hot. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you opened your mouth, but didn't move to take him in. He snarled, thrusting in to your mouth. You moaned around him as he used your mouth as he wanted. You reached down to play with yourself but he stopped you. "No, you don't get to do that," he ground out.

You nodded, and hummed around him making him groan and throw his head back. You relaxed your throat as he pushed in to it. Your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto your chest, but you didn't care. You knew he liked it messy, and to be honest, so did you. "Fuck, your so fucking good."

You hummed again and he grunted, coming down your throat. He continued to thrust gently into your mouth as he came, prolonging the feeling. He finally pulled your head back and you made sure to wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks, sucking on his still hard cock as your slid off. He guided you to your feet, his hand still in your hair.

"On the bed. Hands and knees." He pushed you on the bed, standing and waiting for you to comply. You did as you were told, and wiggled your hips, waving your plump ass in the air. "I'm read-!" You cut off what you were saying as his hand smacks into your ass, the sting electrifying and heightening your arousal. "Hank!" You turned to look at him over your shoulder as she wound up for along smack.

"Oh, no. Look forward and count to five. We're on two now, babe." He smirked. He had never been in this kind of mood before you found this was your favorite mood.

Smack! "Two." Smack! "Three." Smack! "Oooh! Four!" Your body tensed in preparation for the next smack but it never came. You felt his hand rubbing you sore cheeks, his lips and tongue further soothing your stinging skin. "Hank," you moaned. You felt your own arousal start to coat your inner thighs, cool against your hot skin.

"In good time, babe." His breath teased your pussy, his fingers circling ever closer. He breath skimmed over your spine, making you arch. His beard rasped against your cheeks, ever closer to your sex.

Smack! You gasped, your toes curling. "F-five," you shuddered, your toes curling.

"Good," he praised, his hands squeezing and kneading your ass. "So good." He kissed your spine, his beard tickling the skin. You tilted your head back as you moaned, his breath warm, his tongue hot as he licked up your back. "I can't wait to make you come."

"Then do it." You were breathless and so turned on you felt high, and you wanted to drive him as crazy as he drove you. "Make me come, Hank." You ground your hips back against his still prominent erection.

"Yes, ma'am." He pulled your hips back against his, spearing you on his cock. He didn't thrust, just using his grip on your hips to fuck you. You screamed with each thrust, your toes curled as Hank's cock hit your cervix. "How is that?"

"Oh, fuck, Hank. Fuck. You're so fucking good." You were babbling, your body buzzing as Hank built you up to your orgasm. You were begging him to go hard, faster, and he finally started thrusting into you as he pulled your hips back. "YES! OH FUCK!" You were screaming as you came, your back arching. He didn't stop as you came, just continued to fuck through your contracting muscles, intensifying the orgasm and making last for what seemed like hours.

"You're so wet." He brushed his fingers against your clit, the slickness of your come coating his fingers. "So good," he continued to rub your clit, speeding up as he thrust into you.

Finally as your orgasm subsided, he flipped onto your back, his cock still in your wet canal. His fingers danced over your breasts, fingers plucking at your nipples. "Hank," you keened, begging. "More, please."

He grinned, sliding out of your body and you whimpered at the loss. You stared at him as he stood back, his cock jutting out and glistening from your come. He knelt and you felt your breath hitch in anticipation. He slid one finger into you, curling the digit to hit that spot inside you that made your whole body jerk. "A woman who teases doesn't get her pussy eaten." He bit your thigh, adding another finger to your pussy.

You cried out as he rubbed your g-spot faster and faster, the pressure inside you building, until he pulled his hand away and rubbing your clit quickly, making you squirt in his face. "FUCK HANK!" Your saw black spots dot your vision with the intensity of your orgasm. Before you finished, he was thrusting inside of you, and your eyes rolled up. Your orgasm wasn't ending and didn't seem like it would as he thrust. His balls were smack your ass, his hips snapping to yours. You were going to pass out and you didn't really give a shit.

"Oh shit," he groaned, the curse word drawn out and shaky. You felt him come inside you making your come harder. "Fuck, fuck." He kissed your neck, pulling out of you gently. "God, you are too fucking perfect."

You hummed, running your hands through his hair. "I could say the same for you." You kissed his lips, moving over so he could crawl into the bed with you. You moved so your head was resting on his shoulder, your hand over his heart, tracing the large tattoo on his chest. "Good night, Hank."

"Mmmm… Good night."