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Would he pick up on her double entendre? She’d absolutely
love if he slid that succulent cock of his in her ass. It would be the ending
of a perfect bout of sex.

“I would normally consider myself a breast man,” he said,
tracing his finger around her sensitive rosebud. “But an ass like yours is
enough to convert me to the dark side.”

So he was after her ass. She wiggled it at him. “If you like
my ass so much, why don't you slide your cock in it?”

Having her face to the counter made it a lot easier to say
something so blatant, but then again, she’d never had a problem asking for what
she really wanted.

Chapter Four

He stopped moving his finger and she heard his breath hitch.
“You sure about that? We don't have any lube.”

Dang. She hadn't thought about that. But she wanted him in
there so badly. “I think my pussy has lubed you up pretty well. Just go slow.”

She wasn't surprised when he disregarded her assessment and
instead spent a few minutes teasing her ass with his fingers, making sure she
was completely relaxed and ready.

When he slid out of her pussy, she had to bite her lip to
hold back a groan. He felt so good she wished he could have just stayed there
all night. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to slide in her ass. And she really
wanted that. Besides, it was time to make him come. Heaven knew, she’d come
more than enough times already.

Blake spread her cheeks and positioned the head of his
erection at the opening of her rosebud. Trista clenched involuntarily. She
might be plenty wet, but his cock was big. It’d take time and patience to get
him buried deep in her ass.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “If you uncuff my
hands, I can help spread my cheeks for you.”

He slowly ran his hands over her cuffed wrists, giving them
a little tug. “I don't think that’ll be necessary. I kind of like the idea of
sliding in your ass while your hands are cuffed. Kinky, I know, but what can I
say? You look good in my handcuffs.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “Then I guess I'll just have to
wear them for you as often as I can.”

“Good. Because I plan to have you in them all the time.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. She liked the sound of that. It
meant he was thinking about the future as much as she was.

Blake spread her cheeks more, sliding the first few inches
of his cock in her ass. She was relaxed, so it went in far easier than she'd
thought it would, but damn, he was thick. She'd never felt this stuffed.

“As a matter of fact,” he continued, “I'm not sure if I'm
going to let you out of these cuffs for the rest of the night.”

As if to emphasize his point, he got a firm grip on the link
between the cuffs around  her wrists and used that newfound leverage to push
his cock deeper into her ass.

A fascinating mix of pleasure and discomfort overwhelmed her
for a moment, and she grunted. She’d never understood why she liked taking it
in the ass so much. Sure, it felt great, but there were also moments when she
was sure that a guy was never going to fit up there. Maybe that was the thing
with her and anal—the desire to take more than she ever thought she could.

Regardless of how big he was, Blake's cock fit quite nicely.
In fact, it felt so amazing she never wanted him to take it out again. Except,
of course, she did want him to take it—simply so he could push it back in even
deeper.

He held her bound wrists tightly and began thrusting. Just
little thrusts, moving no more than an inch or so either way. But even that
made her feel delirious with pleasure. Seriously, she was damn near drooling on
the counter from the sensation of being stuffed so absolutely full.

He fucked her slowly, likely worried he wasn't lubed up
enough to take her harder. He needn't have been concerned. Her bottom was so
gooey with excitement at the moment he could have done anything he wanted to
her. But if Blake wanted to take it easy on her ass, she wasn't going to
complain.

“Oh yeah, just like that, baby,” she whispered as he
quickened the pace. “Come in my ass.”

He couldn't really come in her bottom of course—he was still
wearing a condom. But Blake didn’t correct her. Instead, he grabbed her hips
and yanked her ass back hard against his cock, driving himself so deep she gasped.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

If her hands hadn't been cuffed, she would have been
diddling her clit at that moment, doing anything to come with him, just so her
ass would squeeze him even tighter. But masturbation was out of the question,
so she had to settle for squeezing his cock so good he’d dream about being in
her ass for the rest of his life.

There was a sudden intake of breath from behind her. Trista
smiled. Oh yeah, that was the tipping point for him.

Blake pulled her back on his cock, burying himself to the
base, and she was sure he was going to come. But instead, he did something that
surprised her. He reached around with one hand and fingers found her clit with
his fingers. A few circles on her pleasure center while his cock throbbed
inside her was all it took.

He came hard.

And she came with him. Harder than she would have thought
possible, considering the multiple orgasms she'd already had.

It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

* * * * *

An hour later, she and Blake were both still naked. He was
sitting on a chair along the back wall. She was on his lap, one arm draped
loosely around his neck, the other on his chest.

“Have I told you how incredible that was?” she asked.

His mouth curved. “Several times. But I don’t mind hearing
it again.” He wrapped his hand around hers, taking it from his chest to rub her
wrist where the cuff had left a faint impression. “I wasn't too rough on you,
was I?”

Trista smiled. “Not at all. You should already know this,
but we Texas girls like our loving hard and long. And if things get  little
rough? Well, that just makes it all the better.”

His mouth quirked. “I'll be sure to remember that next
time.”

She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “So, do you think
we'll be getting together again?”

Not subtle. But subtle never worked on men.

“I reckon.” He flashed her a grin. “If for no other reason
than so I can give you a few more lessons before you take your concealed carry
course again.”

She lifted a brow. “Are you suggesting that you have a few
more things to teach me about shooting?”

The sudden smolder in his eyes made her tummy flutter. “Among
other things.”

Trista chewed on her lower lip. Not that she didn’t like the
sound of that, but maybe it was time to let him in on her secret. Unfolding
herself from the warmth of his arms, she got to her feet and walked over to the
shooting counter. Naked, she slowly and methodically reloaded the 9mm magazine
and slid it into her Lady Smith, then chambered a round. Carefully setting it
down again, she picked up two pairs of earmuffs and tossed one to Blake.

“You might want to put those on. Things are about to get
loud.”

Putting on her own pair, Trista picked up the gun and took
aim at the target with a one-handed grip, then fired off all nine rounds rapid
fire, hitting the target dead center. When she was done, she dropped the empty
magazine, cleared the weapon and put it back on the table.

She took off her earmuffs and turned to regard Blake. “What
do you think?”

He didn’t even look at the target. “I think I like watching
you shoot naked.”

She sauntered over to stand in front of him and struck a
pose, one hand on her hip. “Still think I need more lessons?”

“Shooting lessons? No. I figured out early on you were
dogging it on purpose.” He grinned. “But that doesn't mean I don't have some
lessons for you."

“What kind of lessons did you have in mind?”

Blake pulled her down onto his lap and smacked her on the
ass. “Maybe a few lessons in what happens when you try to run a con on a cop.”

He followed that up with another smack on the bottom. She
gave a little yelp that dissolved into giggles. “That's a lesson I can get
into. Consider me ready to be punished.” She wiggled her butt tighter into his
lap and snuggled closer. “When do you think you might be able to find time to
teach me my lesson?”

His cock stiffened beneath her. “You have any plans for
tonight?”

Her pussy purred. “I think an opening just appeared in my
calendar. Your place or mine?”

“My place is only fifteen minutes away.”

That was about as long as she could wait to get that
glorious cock of his inside her again. “Definitely yours.”

It was difficult to force herself to get off Blake's lap. A
few more minutes of wiggling and they wouldn't need to go anywhere. But the
idea of having round two in a real bed was enough to persuade her.

As they yanked their clothes back on, a thought struck
Trista. She glanced at Blake as she stepped into her jeans. “So, I don't have
to take the concealed carry class over again, do I?”

Blake watched her wiggle them over her hips. “It wouldn't be
fair for me to give you a free pass just because we’re sleeping together.”

Damn. She supposed she couldn't be too upset. She'd
deliberately screwed up so she could get Blake's attention—and that had
definitely worked. Still, sitting through that classroom portion again was
going to blow, not to mention the cost of the course.

Blake stepped up to her and grabbed the ends of her belt
before she could buckle it. He pulled her close and kissed her.

“However, nothing says I can't give you a private session.”
He grinned. “If you think you can handle some more one-on-one hands-on training?”

She reached down to massage his cock through his uniform
pants. “I don't think I'll have a problem getting up for it, especially since you
obviously already are.”

His only answer was a chuckle as he picked up his equipment
belt and put it on.

“By the way,” he said as he held open the door for her. “I
have the keys to this place so we can come shooting here anytime you want.”

“Really?” Trista chewed on her lip, a naughty thought coming
to her.

Blake’s eye narrowed. “Okay. I can see the wheels turning in
that head of yours. What are you thinking?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, going up on tiptoe to
kiss him. “I was just picturing how hot it would be to watch you shoot a target
buck-ass naked.”

His only answer was a deep chuckle as he scooped her up and
carried her out the door.

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