Hound

6

Hound pressed her against the front door.

“I think I want to keep you for a while.” He murmured.

She scoffed. “You've got this backwards. See, I'm the police commissioner. And you're a criminal. But I need someone who can satisfy me, and you're going to do it.”

He reared back, putting his hands on his chest. “Am I a toy to you, Madam officer?”

She shrugged. “I like how rough you are. You're not a p***y. Which is great,” She forced his hand down to her p***y, “Because I have one of those, and I need the matching half, to complete the set. ”

“Men these days are so soft. I need someone...who can hurt me. Can you handle that...Mutt?”

He sneered. “I think I can."

“Yeah?” She whispered. 

“Yeah.” He whispered hotly, palming the warmth of her.

“The last man who f****d me, told me he loved me. You won't have that problem will you?”

He scoffed. “Love you? I don't even like you. You're a pain the ass, like an incessant enema.”

She scrunched her nose. “What an odd comparison."

He shrugged. “It's accurate. You're uncomfortable, unwanted, and frankly, I like it a little more than a straight man should.”

She frowned. “I don't know what to say to that.”

“There's literally no response to that statement,” He assured her.

“So, Mutt—”

“I really wish you'd stop calling me that.”

“I really wish you'd f**k me, but you wanna talk,” She mocked. “Maybe you're not the best candidate.”

“Wendy, may I call you Wendy? I want you to shut the f**k up. Now.”

She smirked. “What's that?” She put her hand to her ear, “Is that sound of your itty-bitty balls dropping?”

He put his hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply. She smirked.

“Finally, where's that malice you showed me last time? You were so mean,” She climbed his torso with her fingers. “C'mon pretty boy.”

“You know you want me. I'll even let you have me twice.”

He bit his lip. “Nope. No thanks, Wendy. I don't think I like you. You can go.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Yeah. I don't want you, so,” He stepped back. “Good bye.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is this a power play?”

She watched his back. “This is a—get the hell out of my house, play. You're casted as the b***h who leaves.”

She growled. “Did I hurt your little feelings?’

He walked away from her. She groaned.

“Fine. I'll level with you. I want you. I want your strength, and your roughness. Give it to me."

She put her hands in his back, making him pause.

“You know there's a word for what you are: it's a brat."

“No, dear. I'm a royal. There's a difference. Now...what do I have to do?”

He bit his lip. “Beg.”

“Beg?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don't okay dumb, pretty girl. It's not a good look on you."

She sneered. “Alright. Please, Hound. Be my dirty little secret.”

“Not the best begging I've heard by far,” He spun around, catching her arms in his hand, pulling she close to him.

“But I think, you and I would be so f*****g perfect together.” He pressed his lips against hers roughly.

“It was bound to happen, baby boy. Can you call baby boy? Or do you prefer Mutt?"

He gritted his teeth, tangling his fingers in her hair, forcing her forehead to hers.

“I'm gonna f**k the brat out of you, eventually. I'll have fun doing it.”

She smirked. “I hear you talking. Where's the action?"

Hound put his arms around her, unbuttoning her shorts silently. Their eyes locked, as he pulled the shorts down.

The air was tense, heavy with arousal, anticipation. He pulled back slightly, helping her out of shirt.

She stood in front of him, in just her lacy underwear. He didn't look down.

Her underwear wasn't as arousing as her eyes were.

He fingered the lace of her panties idly, eyeing her carefully. Out of the blue, he tore the lace from her panties, making her gasp.

“You sure you want this?” He rasped in her ear. “Madam Officer?”

“It's commissioner. And yes.”

He pressed his firm lips against the crook of her neck, making her eyes close softly with a moan.

He rubbed his knuckles against the side of her full breasts.

She had to admit, his gentle touch was arousing. But even better—

He picked her up, making her wrap her lags around his waist. They panted, unable to breath the thick air, foreheads together, eyes locked.

She was situated on his clothed erection, making her tremble in excitement.

He propped her up, letting her hang onto his shoulders, as he dropped his pants.

Turning them around, he pushed her against the wall, hard, stroking his waiting c**k.

“I don't have a condom on me. You on birth control?”

She nodded. He rubbed his hard member against the slit of her hot p***y, teasing her, slipping inside her, before pulling out.

“Come on, don't tease me!”

He ignored her, teasing her opening, making her squirm. Finally, he slammed into her, forcing her against the wall hard. She winced.

His lips crashed against hers sloppily as they f****d against the wall.

And it only got messier from there.