He told me to stay bent.
Gravel under his boots. The door still open. My skirt at my waist, thong a useless string, license shaking in my hand like it still mattered. I heard him step in close. Then the heat of him. Then the hard, heavy line of his c**k through the uniform, pressed right against the soaked mess between my legs.
I jerked. He put a hand on my lower back and kept me there.
“Ninety on a dead road,” Officer Vance said, mouth near my ear. “And you bend over like you want the stop to see what your man didn’t.”
His finger dragged through my slit. Slow. From the leaking hole up to my c**t. I was swollen. I was dripping onto his knuckle. He circled once, mean, and I made a sound I would have died before making for Julian.
“You broke the law,” he said. He bit the side of my neck
