Hard Steel: Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance by Camilla Pierce Read Free Book Online

at me with desire.
     
    “I’m so sorry, what can I do?” I asked, leaning towards him again with my hands around the bars.
     
    “You? Nothing, teacup. The boys will take care of this. You just sit tight, take care of yourself, and wait for me. I’ll be out soon, I promise,” Cash said, staring into my eyes. In that moment I could barely even understand that there was a barrier between us; it was just me and him.
     
    “Well, I can do something, right now,” I whispered, taking my hands off the bars. I pulled down the straps on my top and pulled it down, exposing my perky, full breasts; the cold air made my nipples erect immediately.
     
    “Now, stop now, none of that,” said the cop, walking towards me. I turned to him quickly.
     
    “Oh, come on. What am I hurting? And don’t tell me you’re not interested in these, either,” I said, surprising myself with my own defiance and gall. I grabbed my tits and jiggled them; the cop stared, slack-jawed. Realizing he wasn’t going to try and protest further, I turned back to Cash, who was smiling in his cell.
     
    Reaching his hands out, he grabbed my breasts and fondled them softly; I moaned at his touch and pressed my body against the bars, craving more. Cash lowered his head and kissed my nipples, which were sticking through the bars on his side. I reached up and grabbed the bars, thrusting myself further forward; I felt myself getting wet from Cash’s lips and tongue playing with my erect nipples.
     
    My pussy was pressed against the bars, as well, and I felt Cash’s hand reach out and rub at my crotch through my jeans, making me moan again. Reaching down, I unzipped my jeans and Cash’s fingers reached through the bars and began stroking my clit.
     
    “Oh, Cash,” I groaned; his mouth was still teasing my nipples, biting them gently and sucking on them, while his strong, rough finger rubbed at my clit. Looking over, I noticed a sizeable bulge growing in the cop’s pants. Pulling away, I spun around so that my back was pressed against the cell bars; I shimmied my hips until my cut-off shorts fell to a pool around my ankles; since I never wore panties anymore, my shaved pussy and plump, juicy ass were fully exposed.
     
    “Wanna watch me get my little pussy fucked, Officer?” I asked, teasingly. The cop was playing with the bulge in his pants now, and didn’t respond, just stared at my luscious young body. Behind me, I felt Cash’s huge dick pressing against my pussy through the bars of the cell. His arm snaked around my waist and found my clit again; his other hand reached around my chest and fondled my breast, squeezing it. My body was heightened by the cold air in the room and feel of cold metal pressed against my back.
     
    “Fuck me, Cash, please, I need your cock,” I moaned; reaching my arms behind me, I grabbed onto the bars and leaned forward, giving Cash access to my warm, wet slit. As soon as I felt the head of his cock against my pussy I shuddered. Looking over, I saw the cop had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it slowly.
     
    “Little fucking slut,” I heard him murmur. I licked my lips as I looked at him, but as soon as Cash began sliding his dick into my slit I closed my eyes and lost myself in the blissful feeling of his dick stretching my young cunt, filling it.
     
    “Mmm, fuck, Cash,” I groaned as he started to thrust into me, slowly. When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see the Officer standing in front of me, cop in hand, right in front of my mouth.
     
    “Wait!” I cried out in surprise.
     
    “You wanna keep fucking your boyfriend here, you gotta suck my cock,” the cop said, grabbing my head. Behind me, Cash had stopped mid-stroke.
     
    “Cash! What do I do!” I yelled, panicking. I didn’t want to suck this dirty cop’s little dick, not at all, but my body was already crying out for more of Cash’s cock, and I thought that at that point I would explode if I didn’t get