Punk
I shimmied forward on his lap again, not because I wanted to stop his angry train of thought. Fuck no. Angry was just the way I liked my gorgeous man. I wiggled and shifted because his dick felt so amazing when I tilted against it, rubbing up and down and side to side. I was busy picturing his piercing, and sucking on his neck when he opened the cruiser door, grabbed my ass and swung his legs out.
I held on tight, wrapping my arms around his neck and hooking my legs around his middle. When he bumped my ass against the cruiser's hood, I let go, sprawling, arms and legs wide. I imagined that I looked really sexy, but my perv just sniffed and crossed his arms.
Damn, he looked so hot wearing Chief Swan's hat. He was super-tan from being on roofs all summer long, and as he grabbed my ankles, then yanked me toward him, I swear his piercings sparkled in the sunlight.
He told me that he was fucking furious, and I smiled. Then he said I didn't deserve a spanking, and I frowned.
He rubbed his chin, wondering aloud just how I would ever learn to be good, when I was too fucking naughty to be punished.
I helped him out a little. He can't help the way he gets so confused over really simple shit. Moving fast, hooking my legs around him again, I hung on like a grabby, clingy thing until he ended up lying over me.
YUM.
He bitched and moaned as I squirmed, grinding against him.
He grumbled as I tried to kiss him everywhere that I could reach.
He complained when I wiggled a hand between us and attacked his fly.
But he shut the fuck up when I panted that if he wouldn't spank me, the least he could do was fuck me.
He shut up, and he stopped the almost thoughtless grinding he'd been doing too.
Then he started to pull away.