I could barely walk straight as they half-carried me up the stairs. My thighs were slick with a mix of my own juices and the c*m they'd already pumped into me, dripping down my legs in warm trails. The air in my bedroom felt thick the second we stepped inside, dim lamplight, my unmade bed with its soft white sheets, the faint scent of my perfume still lingering. It all felt so normal, so mine, and now these two huge cops were about to turn it into their playground.
Officer Ramirez kicked the door shut behind us with his boot. The click echoed, and suddenly it was just the three of us. No highway noise, no risk of headlights catching us. Just me, naked and trembling with need, and two men whose uniforms were already piled on my living-room floor.
Hale didn't waste a second. He pushed me f
