Badge of Honor by Felicia Strobe

Author:Felicia Strobe [Strobe, Felicia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance suspense, multiple books, Police
Publisher: Moon and Stars Press LLC
Published: 2016-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

Daisy scooted lower, teeth grazing against the inside of Trish’s side.

Trish barely suppressed a whimper, her hands scratching the headboard now. “God, Daisy, just take me please.” There were tears in her eyes—stress and need rising to the surface. “I need it so much. Please.”

Daisy licked her thigh—licked upward before moving her mouth over Trish’s core. The older woman blew warm breath against it.

Trish shivered violently and whimpered. “God, Daisy, more.” She jutted her hips upward.

Daisy grabbed her thighs—nails digging into the flesh—and pushed them back against the bed. The delightful sting of her grip made pleasure all the sweeter when Daisy blew against her clit again.

Trish bucked. “Daisy, God, just—”

Daisy slowly ran her tongue up Trish’s slit and over her throbbing her clitoris.

A strangled moan clawed its way out of Trish’s throat. She tossed her hand to the side, her legs straining against Daisy’s strong grip.

Daisy prodded inside of her with that soft, wet tongue of hers, her movements always slow and light.

Trish trembled and burned, her mouth opening and closing as quiet gasps and moans shot out of her against her will. She felt nothing but her heat, her need to be completely ravished. She gave into it fully and cried out Daisy’s name prematurely.

Daisy dashed forward and seized the clit between her teeth. When she applied the slightest bit of pressure—the smallest bite—Trish came hard. She cried out again, her voice too garbled to be understood. She shuddered and twisted, gasping and whining and wanting more and more and more—

Trish went limp, aftershocks of ecstasy tumbling through her. Groggily, she blinked her eyes opened. “Daisy?”

Daisy licked her clit. “Hmm?”

Trish shivered and choked on a breath. “I love you.”

Daisy hummed, giving Trish’s core one last taste before crawling up to Trish’s face. Determination and a little pain blazed in Daisy’s dark eyes; it was so much better to see than the stoic mask she had been wearing for the past several hours.

“Show me,” she breathed, the scent of Trish heavy in her breath.

Trish grabbed her face and kissed her, tongue delving past those wicked—perfect—lips. The taste of herself, of the precinct’s coffee, of Daisy—it made Trish’s mind spin and her heart soar. Love felt like such a gentle way to describe how she felt about this woman.

Using her entire body—tangled up clothes be damned—Trish turned and pushed Daisy so that she was the on her back, their breasts pressed against one another. Trish’s nipples were still moist, still sensitive, and they ached as she rubbed herself against Daisy.

Kissing Daisy’s lips, cheeks, nose—Trish grabbed Daisy’s top and yanked it upward. She moved quicker and harsher than Daisy had, a desperation wracking through Trish’s form.

She needed Daisy to feel as good as she did. She needed the best for Daisy.

Daisy snaked her way out of her top, hardening nipples rubbing against moist nipples. Daisy released a choked sound and arched her chest, her hands slapping down to the sheets.

As Trish bit and kissed her way downward, she grabbed Daisy’s panties and clawed at them—pulled them, yanked them, tore at one of its seems.

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