🩷 Pope Cody's girlfriend 🩷

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Sammy was officially in hell.

You were sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing with Tammi, excitedly telling her a story about college. You used your hands as you spoke, your smile infectious, despite telling her how you were just kicked out of college.

He could never see anyone struggle, and it was just a few weeks. Of course he'd offered for you to crash there. You were family... and another pair of hands to wrestle Richter in line.

Sammy had such a huge heart. You were crashing on the couch, your bags spread around you. You were wearing vans sneakers, a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top due to the LA heat. Sunglasses perched on your head, perfume wafting over as you laughed.

Sammy watched you both intently. He hadn't seen you since their wedding, you were a bridesmaid and, despite only being 5 years younger than Tammi, had looked considerably younger then. Pre-college. Excited to be an adult. But now...

But if he was such a good guy, he thought guiltily, then why did he feel his cock twitching when you moved beneath your crop top? He tried not to notice how you clearly weren't wearing a bra, how your nipples were starting to stand to attention as they brushed against the material.

His gaze flicked to Tammi, who clearly hadn't noticed. Sammy bit his lip and looked at the ceiling. What the fuck, he thought. That's your sister in law.

Just a few more weeks...

-- 🩷 --

Sammy had gotten up to use the toilet. Already, your things were spread along the shelf, and the steam in the bathroom smelled like your shampoo. Sammy tried not to take a deep breath or think about you in the shower. He tiptoed through into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

There you were. You had the lightest sheet they had covering you due to the heat. Your damp hair surrounded your head like a halo. Richter lay loyally at your side along the floor, whose eyes tracked his movements but didn't lift his head up. Sammy had tried to stay quiet but now he was frozen to the spot.

You made a soft noise in your sleep, something between a little moan and a contented sigh. Sammy wondered what you were dreaming about, as a big smile spread across your face, then realised he was staring. He turned and ran the tap as quietly as he could.

'Tammi?'' Your little voice, thick with sleep, called out.

'Um, no, sweetheart,' Sammy turned slowly, 'just me. Sorry to wake you.' A slow, guilty heat rushed to his face, even though he knew you were completely unaware of his gawking.

'Oh, sorry,' you smile, yawning and stretching your arms together above your head. Jesus christ.

'Did you, er- d'ya need something?' Sammy asked, clearing his throat.

'Oh no, I'm perfect,' you smiled. Yes you are, Sammy thought.

'Good. You, um... know where I am if you ne-need me.'

You nodded and lay back down on your side. 'Night, Sammy.' The sheet was half falling off your side, the oversized tee barely covering your thigh. If he was to move just slightly to the right, he would be able to see up it.

Before he could follow through with that thought, he quickly left the room. Climbing into bed next to Tammi, she pulled Sammy's arm around her waist and up to touch her chest.

'Unfhhh, you're half-hard for me already,' she whispered. 'I've been taking my prenatal vitamins.' Tammi tugged on his arm to pull Sammy up and on top of her. He bit his lip as she started touching him, trying desperately not to think of you two rooms away.

-- 🩷 --

You were making pancakes for everyone, a first day thank you for letting you stay. Sammy could hear yours and Tammi's voices, laughing in the kitchen as he wrestled with his tie. He hadn't heard Tammi so giddy in months. Richter flopped down in the bedroom, grumbling, pulling a flash of red between his paws. Sammy dived down to take whatever it was off him before he could chew it to bits. Richter whined as it left his grasp. Sammy looked at his fist and realised what it was. Your silky underwear, some sort of lacey see-through French knicker. He looked down in confusion at the panties which were not his wife's. It was crumpled, and Sammy realised Richter had stolen it from the bathroom after you'd showered last night. Your used panties. Jesus Christ.

As he stared at the scrap of fabric in his hand, he heard footsteps outside the bedroom. Panicking, he stuffed it into his suit pants pocket and began walking out of the room. Sammy almost collided with you. 'Morning!' Your smile was wide and genuine. 'I made pancakes!'

'Thank you,' Sammy replied, throat suddenly thick like molasses. You didn't seem to notice, your eyes dropping to his throat. 'Oh, let me!' Before he could protest, you were reaching up on your tiptoes and easing the tie from his grasp. Sammy felt your fingers brush against his, and he pulled them away as fast as possible. Your face was close to his, and he could smell your perfume and the shampoo in your hair. Sammy tried not to look at you as you worked his tie. Every time you touched his neck, it felt electric; burning hot lightning brushing against his skin. You were concentrating and seemed completely oblivious to the effect you were having on him.

Sammy curled his toes within his suit shoes as he desperately fought to keep his face neutral. Sammy's neck was sensitive, so sensitive, and it was like you knew. He felt his cock twitch against his leg, all flustered. Sammy tried to think of boring things, gruesome crime scenes. 'There,' you smiled, 'come on.' Your red underwear burned a hole in his pocket, just a thin strip of fabric separating your panties from his boxers.

-- 🩷 --

'Quickie before work?' Nate asked, grinning smugly.

'No thanks, I'm not that hard done by,' Sammy replied, as he jumped into the passenger seat.

'One - I'm way out of your league,' Nate raised his eyebrows, 'and two, I meant these.' Nate held up the red slip of fabric between his fingers, which had slipped out of Sammy's pocket into the footwell as he jumped in. 'Jesus Christ,' Sammy's face flushed bright red.

'Still trying then?' Nate asked, pulling down the street. 'What?' Sammy replied. 'With Tammi?' Nate shook his head, amused. 'Yeah, I mean, yeah... still trying.' As Nate drove further down the street, Sammy wound down his window and threw the panties out into the street. 'Well, that was normal.' Nate snorted.

-- 🩷 --

As Sammy unlocked the door and walked into the living room, he came in to see you sat on the sofa, straddling a man. Your back was too him, those tiny shorts riding up so he had a full view of your ass. Large hands were splayed round your waist as you kissed your visitor, who was pulling you slowly against his pelvis. He heard you moan.

Sammy coughed loudly and you jumped a mile into the air. 'Sammy, you're home,' you blustered, smoothing down your hair. 'This is my boyfriend, Josh.'

Josh looked like the sporty frat type, younger than Sammy with defined muscles and messy blonde hair. It was hard not to notice his bulge beneath gray sweatpants. Josh grinned at Sammy smugly, tipping his head back in acknowledgement. ''Sup.'

'Yeah, 'sup,' Sammy shook his head for half a second before moving into the kitchen. You followed him. 'Sammy, I'm so sorry, that was really disrespectful.'

Sammy carried on walking, trying not to picture what he'd just seen. ''sfine,' Sammy mumbled, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his face. 'No, it's not!' You insisted, pushing in front of him and placing your hand on his forearm.

The proximity of your body as you looked up earnestly into his eyes was almost worse than seeing you dry humping on his couch. 'Seriously, s'fine.' Sammy's rough voice was low and he avoided eye contact. He looked into your eyes for a second before removing his arm gently from your reach. ''m having a shower, s'ya in a bit.'

Sammy desperately tried to ignore your guilty eyes following him as he left the room.

-- 🩷 --

The hot water pounded over Sammy's shoulders as he closed his eyes. Tammi wasn't home yet and he was very aware he was naked, a room over from where you were probably kissing your boyfriend again. Sammy let himself picture you were kissing him for a second. His cock pulsed against his thigh. Sammy's intake of breath was ragged, the sound covered by the water. Sammy knew he should put the shower on cold, think about something else, think about his wife. But yet.... in his mind, he was sat flush on the couch, your body pressed up against him. He could smell your shampoo from the shelf. Sammy bit back a moan and closed his eyes. In his mind, you were wearing those little shorts, and he was just in his boxers. You were straddling his hips, and his hands were on your soft waist. Sammy whimpered, his cock throbbing as it grew harder. He knew he should stop this train of thought but he was too far gone, and Sammy's meaty hand was guided to his cock. As he slowly began pumping it, he imagined using your hips to guide your body, your hot core already wet with anticipation. It would leave a smear along his boxers, because you wanted him, needed to use him. Sammy's eyes closed as he tipped his head back, pumping a little faster. He replayed the small moan you'd made as you rode Josh. The head of his chubby cock would find the seam over your clit. It would be sensitive and you'd moan as he pressed against it, using the tip to grind against the little bud of nerves, against the spot you really needed. There, Sammy, you'd moan in his ear. Oh fuck... right there.

Sammy groaned, imagining how much you'd want it, how much you'd beg him for it. Sammy, please. How you'd tell him to shut the fuck up so he didn't wake Tammi, swallowing his whines with your mouth.

'Oh God,' Sammy found himself whispering. 'Yeaaahh.' He began fucking up into his fist, wet with pre-cum and the shower, one hand pressed against the wall to steady him. He was getting close. Sammy tried to shut out any feelings of guilt. He wasn't acting on it, doing anything with you, he was just thinking... Sammy imagined your tongue against his neck, sucking and licking. He groaned again, his stomach beginning to tingle, his muscles stiffening. You'd use your teeth, scraping behind his ear as you rubbed yourself on his cock. You wouldn't be gentle. No, you'd use him to take what you needed, to lift yourself higher and higher and higher. Sammy couldn't even imagine how it would feel for you to grind down hard on him, growing more and more desperate, crying out that you were gonna cum.

'Ahhh.. ahh.... mmmmf,' Sammy tried to keep quiet but it was too late. His stomach tightened and he began to see stars. 'Hi Sammy, I'm home!' Tammi poked her head around in the door. Sammy jumped in surprise, dropping his cock, the orgasm keeping him suspended on the edge receded. 'Uhh, hi,' he panted. 'Won't be a sec.' Fuck.

-- 🩷 --

Sammy was convinced you were trying to kill him. You were padding around in a little onesie. The buttons were open dangerously low, and the shorts were barely shorts, high-rise on your perfect thighs. Sammy was trying to focus on his paperwork, but his gaze kept dropping to your mouth, parted in concentration.

'All done!' You announced, pushing a plate in front of him. Homemade pasta and meatballs, covered in a spicy tomato sauce. You were bending over the counter, oblivious to the view of your tits you were flashing him down your onesie. Sammy quickly lifted his gaze to your eyes, hoping you wouldn't notice. He looked between each of your eyes, feeling a flush creep across his face. Had you held the eye contact a second too long? He looked uncomfortable and was squirming in his seat.

''smells amazing!' Tammi announced, sitting next to Sammy and squeezing his thigh in greeting. Sammy smiled at her and shifted sideways slightly so she couldn't feel the bulge straining against his jeans.

'Oh God, it tastes amazing,' you squealed, licking then sucking sauce from your index finger. Sammy made a squeak and tried to cover it with a cough as his eyes followed your wet tongue. 'It does,' he agreed, fighting to keep his rough voice low and even. 'Are you sure?' Your face fell, looking in concern at him. 'You don't seem to like it?' 'No, no, I like it,' Sammy rushed, aware he was flushing even more. A slight sheen of sweat reached his forehead. 'It tastes amazing.' He agreed in a whisper.

-- 🩷 --

You were driving him crazy but he was in heaven. The three of you were watching a movie, Tammi and you curled up on the sofa, underneath a blanket, and Sammy on the recliner. His eyes were on you more than the movie. Sammy couldn't tell if you were doing it on purpose, or if you were even aware, but you were sucking your thumb.

Each movement of your mouth on your thumb, deep inside your mouth, made your wet lips tighten around it, moving slowly up and down. Your eyes stayed forwards, intently watching the screen, but you had to be doing it on purpose.

Sammy gratefully reached for the cushion behind him, and tried to cover his hips with it, as surreptiously as possible. His cock pulsed, and his wedding ring bit into his finger.

You laughed at the film, your beautiful face lighting up, a slip of tongue revealed through your parted wet lips. This was better than watching porn. His cock throbbed insistently against his thigh, straining against his jeans. It twitched against the cushion, and Sammy breathed out in relief. No way. There was no way he was dry humping a pillow in the sitting room watching his sister-in-law, in front of his wife. And yet...

Sammy's grip on the cushion was a vice, fighting to keep it completely steady as he slowly rolled his hips against it. His cock pulsed as it brushed the rough fabric, desperate for relief. Sammy held his breath, eyes fixed on you. He felt like a creep, but he couldn't help it. There was no way he could survive a few weeks without doing something about it. Sammy was a really good guy but... maybe he wasn't that good. Tammi hardly paid him attention anymore, he was surprised she had initiated sex the previous night. She was usually mean and spaced out on weed. Sammy had guiltily pictured you making that little moan again as he fucked into Tammi, and he had finished so early Tammi didn't have chance to cum.

The friction started to build as Sammy guided his cock against the cushion. Rolling his tongue over his lower lip and biting down hard on it, he looked to the ceiling and tried to keep quiet. But his gaze soon found you again, so beautiful, your mouth working on your thumb. Sammy imagined it was his cock your lips were tight around, sucking in a light vacuum, whilst your tongue made circles around his head. Sammy was close. You laughed again at the movie and resettled on the sofa. Why did you never wear bras? He could see your nipples through your onesie, pert and waiting for him. Sammy wondered if you were wearing another pair of French knickers under there. If you had a lacy, see-through black pair, or if you had a baby-pink thong on. Fuck, he was right on the edge.

He was gonna cum in his boxers like a teenager. Spill into them with his warm load and sit in the pool, before walking out with them plastered to his cock.

He gripped the pillow even tighter. Would those panties be pushed to the side? Were they damp against your skin right this minute? Were you getting wet sitting there, smearing them with your arousal? Were you even wearing any?

'Sammy!' Tammi interrupted his train of thought, with the tone of someone who had said his name more than once. 'Hmmmf?' Sammy asked, immediately stopping his movements against the cushion, guilt filling him. 'Ice cream? Freezer? Can you get it?' 'Mmm'kay... just need to give me a minute.'

-- 🩷 --

It was Saturday. Tammi was out taking photographs in the park. It was burning hot and you were in a deck chair in the garden. Sammy walked out to join you, bringing a beer for both of you. He stuttered when he saw you, wearing what was probably sold as a bikini but in reality was a torture device. Sammy couldn't believe his luck.

Your bikini bottoms were obscene, the sides reaching way up over your hips with a tiny V heading towards your core. The top was all spaghetti straps, with little triangles of black fabric which barely covered your tits. They strained against it, giving a view of side boob and under boob, all pert and pressed together. Was this heaven or hell?

'Thanks,' you smiled, gratefully taking the beer. 'Are you not boiling?' You nodded at Sammy's tee. 'Um...' Sammy squirmed a little, sitting down on his chair. You could tell he was flustered by something, his meaty hand dragging down his face. 'No, I'm good.' His low, rough voice managed. 'Oh, come on!' You playfully tugged at his sleeve. 'It's only me!'

Sammy swallowed thickly. Only you was the whole problem. He decided to be honest. 'I've er- I've put on a little weight. 'rather not.' You lifted your sunglasses up onto your head. Fuck, you were so beautiful. 'Don't be silly,' you chided gently, looking at him with wide eyes. 'Besides... dad bods are in. Come on,' you tugged at his sleeve again.

Sammy realised he wasn't going to win this one and slowly removed his shirt. Your eyes took on his arm pits, full of thick auburn curls, and smelling faintly of body wash and deodorant. The freckles dusted across his chest matched his face. Sammy sat, embarrassed, his squishy tummy overhanging his swim shorts. You tried not to stare, or at his thick, meaty arms, or the pale, chubby hand gripping his beer tight.

Sammy squirmed under your gaze, flustered, heat blazing across his face. A slight sheen of sweat dampened his curls. 'S'stop looking,' Sammy mumbled, and you flipped your sunglasses back down over your face. 'Why? You're hot,' you shrugged and went back to your book. Sammy shifted in his seat and tried to think about his taxes.

--🩷--

You were both a few beers in and slightly buzzed. Sammy felt more confident in stealing quick glances at you. You sat up and moaned, stretching your arms out, pushing your tits forwards. The view of your breast made it impossible to ignore and Sammy's mouth dropped open a little. He wondered how else he could pull that moan from your mouth... preferably made into his mouth.

'Please put some cream on me, Sammy?' 'What?' Sammy stared at you, guilty. Had his face given away his thoughts so easily. 'Sun cream?' You shook the bottle at him, a smirk on your face. 'Oh, right... yeah.' Sammy cleared his throat and sat sideways on his chair as you turned your back to him. 'My neck and back always burn.' 'Uh huh.'

Sammy took the bottle from you and squirted some lotion onto his hands, warming it between his fingers. He took a deep breath and bit his lip, starting along your spine and your lower back. As his hands rubbed up and down your sides, he tried to break the silence with the first thing he could think of... your body, your rolling hips, your moan...

'How're things with Josh?' Sammy tried to keep his voice even. Your skin was so smooth and soft under his thick fingers. They slipped under the string around your ribs. 'Oh, that's over,' you replied breezily, holding your hair up and out of the way of your shoulders. Sammy leant forwards, breathing in your smell, then feeling very guilty. 'That's too bad,' he murmured, trying not to feel pleased. Smug prick. 'Nah, he was a cheating loser,' you replied.

Sammy couldn't believe that anyone would cheat on you. On you. 'He must be insane,' Sammy muttered before he could stop himself, moving up to your shoulders. You snorted, 'yeah, well... he wasn't that great anyway. I had to keep faking it in the end.' Sammy nearly choked. 'Sorry,' you grinned, looking back at him. 'TMI.'

Sammy couldn't help but imagine you prone on the bed, that fucking prick above you. You look bored and sad, receiving no pleasure as Josh just used your body. It made Sammy seethe.

'No, sweetheart, you deserve better than having to do that.' Sammy's chubby thumbs pressed lightly against your neck, rubbing into the tight muscles. You moaned softly and leant back into his hands. The sound went straight to Sammy's cock, twitching in his shorts. It was just biology, he told himself. It didn't mean anything. It's just... his body doesn't know that. It's like it's a separate entity, ignoring his instructions and responding to your voice. He couldn't help it. 'Mmmm, feels so good,' you hum as you leant back harder into his thumbs. Sammy was fucked.

Sammy rubbed up your neck and back down. Nearly finished, nearly finished, nearly finished... 'Thanks!' You turn around with a bounce, smiling at him gratefully. 'Your turn!'

'W-what?' Sammy stuttered, putting on his own sunglasses to hide some of his panic. 'You don't have any on,' you explained slowly, gesturing to his chest and tummy. 'Oh er... 'sfine, I'll do it in a minute.' 'Don't be silly,' you laughed, taking the bottle from his hands, and pulling your seat closer. 'I can reach it all myself,' Sammy squeaked, gesturing to his front. 'Oh, shut uuuup,' you teased, rolling your eyes.

Sammy breathed a sigh of relief that his shorts were dark and baggy, hoping you wouldn't notice how ridiculously hard he was. His hand clenched tight around his beer bottle.

You warmed the lotion in your hands as Sammy had done, and then started along his chest. Sammy didn't dare breathe. You leant forwards and Sammy could see all of you escaping your bikini top now. Your round tits were pressed together, nipples hard and scraping across the glossy material. Sammy swallowed and had to look away.

Your hands pressed gently into his chest as you rubbed the lotion in, running your fingers through his chest hair, and Sammy had to press his mouth shut so he didn't whimper. He had dreamed of you touching him like this and, now that you were, he didn't know where to look or what to do with his hands.

You reached his tummy and Sammy bent away. 'Please don't,' he whispered. You pushed your sunglasses up off your face again and looked at him, even though he was still wearing his. 'I told you,' you repeated, softly and gently. 'Dad bods are in.' The wine was giving you a pleasant buzz and made you feel brave. 'Besides,' you said, rubbing your fingers into his squishy tummy, 'it's kinda really hot.' finally admitting to yourself that you wanted it pressed against your back, with his big, solid body wrapped around you.

Sammy dared not breathe. He must have misheard you. 'Mmmm, don't think so..' Sammy shook his head, desperate for the conversation to be over. Your hands reach beneath his belly button, then were rubbing the underside of his tummy. Sammy was frozen on the spot. The air between you shifted somehow, grew thicker. It sat heavy and charged. Your fingertips were inches, inches, away from the waistband of his shorts. You could slip them under without even moving your wrist. 'Sammy-,' you whispered, but were interrupted by a door banging shut.

You and Sammy immediately sprang away from each other, and Sammy found himself panting. His want and his frustration were warring for first place. 'You would not believe this awful... oh jesus christ, put some clothes on. Your sister doesn't wanna see that... and Sammy sure as hell doesn't.' Sammy could have burst into tears. His jaw clenched and his cheeks twitched. You glanced at him, an apology and a guilty look in one, and then stood. As you turned, Sammy got a view of your plush ass, right at eye level. 'Whatever, Tams,' you groaned, rolling your eyes. You poke her in the ribs as you walk past and she just sighs impatiently. 'Besides,' your voice floats away, 'anyone would be lucky to have this.'

--🩷--

Sammy's cock was weeping as he took a shower, the water pounding over his shoulders. It found his hand again, his meaty fingers struggling to wrap around the chubby length. He thrust his hips and fucked roughly into his fist, desperate and impatient. The tension in the air, the way you had looked at him, your fingers inches from tugging at his waistband, touching the top of his auburn pubic hair, scratching your nails down, down, down... Sammy bit his lip and tried to quieten his grunts as he pulled on his cock, imagining you taking him out of his shorts... Sammy stifled a wounded groan, he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum... 'Ah, ahhhh, aaaahhhh, mmmf,' Sammy turned his head into his bicep, biting down so hard to muffled his grunting he could taste blood. Fuck, here it comes. He was right on the edge, his balls tightened up, his stomach coiling, his toes clenching... A knock at the door. 'Sammy! Hurry up! We have takeout.' Sammy cried out in frustration. '.... you okay?' Tammi asked. For fuck's sake. 'Yeah! Fine!' Sammy hung his head and pressed it against the cold shower tiles. He couldn't remember a time he had ever been as frustrated as this.

--🩷--

Sammy barely spoke during the movie. He didn't know what to do with himself. You were back in tiny sleep shorts and a crop cami, relaxing into the sofa and laughing along. He couldn't help but take you all in. You were glowing from an afternoon outside in the sun. You were starting to get sleepy, your face all soft and relaxed, your thumb grazing your mouth. Every so often your eyes would flick to his and then quickly away, leaving Sammy insanely flustered. He had never been so desperate to fuck someone in his life.

The way you walked around in skimpy clothes, the amazing homecooked meals you made as if you had to earn your place (you didn't), the big smiles you gave him every time he came home. But then there were your nipples, always in his vision. Your peachy butt he wanted to bite down on until it bruised. Your gorgeous legs he wanted wrapped around his ears. Sammy was desperate for you with a carnal intensity, like a dog in heat.

It was heaven watching you float around his home, and hell that he hasn't had you yet. It was too much. He was going to have to do something about it.

Sammy was aching for you, so much so that it hurt. He was constantly half-hard just watching you, and his balls were so heavy; full and uncomfortable. His cock was sore for you. He hadn't even been able to jerk himself off to you, spraying the shower tiles with his cum like he wanted to, because Tammi always interrupted and ruined it. There was no relief for him. He had to fuck you. He had to.

Tammi went to bed early with a headache. For about half an hour, you didn't speak, sat in comfortable silence as mindless nonsense played on the TV. Sammy moved onto the couch and joined you under the blanket, after pushing Richter gently off. You were his favourite person, and Sammy could see why.

You turned to look at him and found him already looking over your face. You took a sharp breath, and Sammy's eyes dropped to your mouth, just for a second, and then back into your eyes.

'Sammy,' you breathed. 'I know,' Sammy's voice wavered at the end, deep and rough. He looked between your eyes with a blazing heat. 'I want to,' you whispered, searching his eyes for reciprocation. 'Fuck, I want you,' Sammy's voice was low but he was shaking slightly. 'You know we can't, though,' but you moved closer, so much so you could see the dusting of freckles over his forehead and cheeks. His hazel eyes burned into yours, darkened with want and blown pupils. 'No, we definitely can't,' Sammy agreed, moving closer still, lips inches from yours; closer than your fingers were to the waistband of his shorts. 'So we just go to sleep, then,' you whisper against his lips.

Sammy couldn't take it any more. The anticipation, the want, he had to have you. He had to fuck you. Sammy had to act upon it. 'Nuh-huh,' he disagreed, closing the space and pressing his soft lips against yours.

You made a soft moaning sound, which made Sammy groan into your mouth. As you kissed, he gently held your jaw, before pushing his thick fingers into your hair and curling them round a handful. He didn't pull hard, just enough to let you know that he could. The kiss was soft, gentle, tender. 'This okay?' Sammy whispered against your lips. You just nodded and made a soft sigh against his mouth, as if finally finding relief.

Sammy ran his tongue gently across your bottom lip, which you opened, and the kiss became more intense; full of the frustrations and anticipation of this moment, which you both knew deep down was coming. 'D'ya wanna stop?' Sammy panted, knowing how wrong this was. His wedding ring cut into his finger like barbed wire, but he didn't feel guilty. Not in this moment. Not with how Tammi treated him, and the way you were looking at him right now. 'Fuck no,' you whispered, pulling him closer to you and kissing him again. Sammy made a sound, a low whimper, and you put your arms around his neck, fingers toying with his auburn curls.

Sammy pressed his body closer to you, his solid frame soft against yoir body, large but plush at the same time. Another moan escaper your into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed it. '... 'hope that's not fake,' Sammy murmured, his hands running down your waist, finding your shorts and pulling you closer. You almost laughed. You were half-straddling him, his heat radiating onto you. He smelled so good, he felt so good. 'Somehow I don't think I'll need to fake it,' you whispered back.

Sammy growled in response, pushing you down onto your back on the couch, legs still intertwined. 'We're gonna have to be quiet,' you whispered, the door to the sitting room still open. Tammi could walk in at any time, and you felt a flush of wetness at the thought. Sammy was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans, which were damp from your wetness. He pushed his body weight down onto you and you thought you might cum there and then. 'Real quiet,' Sammy agreed as you unbuckled his belt. 'Don't want anyone to walk in 'ncatch us,' he murmured between kisses. 'Definifely not your wife,' you whispered, pushing his jeans down and pulling him close. Sammy groaned at your words, and then again at your hot cunt, as he slipped his cock against the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. 'And defnitely not my sister,' you agreed.

Sammy let out a loud, pained whine, and you covered his mouth with your palm. 'Gotta be quiet, baby,' you shook your head. 'Can't get caught before you cum inside me.'

Sammy made a pathetic, wounded sound. Pre-cum soaked the front of his boxers, smearing against the material as he slowly moved against you. The thick, mushroom head of his chubby cock rubbed against your clit, making you gasped. Your head went dizzy as the thick head made lazy circles against your bud, before roughlt flicking back and forth against it. You felt your pussy clench around nothing.

'Oh fuck,' Sammy panted. 'Ah.. uhhhh, please take me out. Please.'

When you placed a hand inside his boxers and felt the size of his cock, you inhaled sharply. This was gonna stretch you out. 'Wha..?' Sammy asked, kissing your face, your ear, your neck, your jaw. ''something wrong?' 'Nope,' you smiled, pulling him out of his boxers and shrugging them down past his knees. His cock waved against his stomach. 'Pulll these aside for me, baby,' Sammy begged, tugging your sleep shorts.

When he had access, he ran his fingers through your wetness. 'Fuuuuuck,' he breathed. 'Is this just for me?' 'All for you, Sammy.' You gently sucked along his jaw. 'Your pussy's so pretty, baby,' Sammy moaned as he circled your clit lazily, before flicking it sideways, up and down, circles, up and down, sideways... He was bringing you to the edge and letting you teeter there.

'Please le-let me touch youuu,' Sammy whimpered. You nodded against his lips, pulling him tighter to you. Sammy slid a thick finger inside you, swiftly followed by a second.

You gasped, feeling the enormous stretch as Sammy's fingers scissored inside you. The pressure and tickle felt almost too much to bear. Sammy began sliding his fingers in and out, and the obscene squelching noises filled the silent room. You pressed your head against Sammy's bicep, embarrassed. 'Hey, look at me, baby.' Sammy lowered his head to be back on your level. ''love you makin' a mess for me.'

You moaned in response, glad that it seemed to turn him on more. You felt his cock press insistently against your hip, twitching as Sammy added a third finger. You gasped. 'Sammy, I can't-' 'Oh you can, princess,' Sammy moaned, getting close to cumming from just this. 'Fuck, yeah, you can.'

He shifted slightly so he had more access to your cunt and curled his fingers, gently rubbing against your squishy spot. Your legs shook underneath him. 'There?' Sammy asked, looking up at you. 'Oh fuck,' you panted, 'there.'

Sammy continued massaging you, pulling his fingers in and out, the base of them covered in your cream. You felt yourself leaking out around his fingers, running down your ass and onto the couch. You were too far gone to care.

Sammy nudged your legs further apart with his knee when you tried to tighten them together. Sammy was fucking into the couch, humping against it, hips rolling up and down. His thrusting into the fabric became rougher as his fingers deep inside you began to speed up. His thumb circled your clit, palm pressing on your mound. 'There it is,' Sammy moaned. 'Cum for me.' Your orgasm hit you like a train. Your back arched as you saw stars, heat radiating through all of your muscles. 'Good girl,' Sammy whispered into your mouth, swallowing your moans. 'Theeere you go... you're doing so good.'

Sammy slowed his fingers down but didn't stop touching you until you had fully come down from your high. 'Fuck,' Sammy breathed. 'You're so beautiful.'

'That was amazing.' You fought to catch your breath. Your cum glistened all over his fingers from gushing into his hand. The couch was soaked from when you surprised yourself and squirted. Sammy dragged his finger down his tongue, sucking your wetness with his eyes closed. Then he leaned in and kissed you, so you could taste yourself on his tongue. ''made such a mess f'me,'

'Can I fuck you now?' Sammy's voice was cracked and hoarse. 'Please yes... fuck yes,' you replied, wriggling out of your shorts. ''m not gonna last long,' Sammy warned. 'Good,' you ran your fingernails up and down his neck, making his eyes roll back. 'It's so sexy that you can't stop yourself from cumming over me.'

You pushed his cock along your cunt, through your lips and covering it with your glistening wetness. 'Uhhh... uh. St-stop that,' Sammy stuttered. His face was completely red and screwed up, and he shuddered as you moved him. You loved seeing him, a big police detective, so flustered and falling apart for you like this. 'Why?' you asked innocently. ''cos I'm gonna cum,' Sammy let out a long groan, his eyes rolling back, and biting down on his lower lip. ''n-o, seriously... stop... 'wanna fuck you so good.'

You ran your fingernails up and down his biceps, and along his soft chest. Sammy groaned again, a guttural, pained sound, squirming as you clapped your hand over his mouth. 'Baby, you gotta shut the fuck up if you want fuck me.'

Sammy nodded desperately, obediently, too lost in the need for you to let him. He lined himself up with you and slowly pushed halfway in to you. 'You're so tight,' Sammy moaned, his head thrown back. 'Fuck, you feel so good.' 'Keep going,' you whispered, hands on his hips and pulling him closer, making him move further into you.

Sammy let out a series of broken sounds until he bottomed out; he was coming undone already.

You rolled your hips in slow figure 8s, dragging his cock along every part of your wet, warm walls, stretching you out. As his thick head bumped against your spot, your pussy helplessly clenched around his cock. 'Don't- don't do that,' Sammy begged, trying desperately not to just blow his load inside you straightaway.

'Sammy,' you pleaded, rolling your hips against his pelvis. 'C'mon... fuck me. This is what you want. This is what you needed. Come get it.'

Sammy nearly came. There was nothing gentle or romantic about the way he fucked you. He pushed you deep into the mattress, thrusting down on you. His heavy weight pressed against you, and you could feel his big belly squishing hard into yours.

Sammy grunted in your ear like an animal every time he bottomed out. He fucked you with the aggressive energy of a dog in heat, mindlessly mating with its partner. Sammy's sweat dropped onto you, his face all red and screwed up. 'Uhhh... uh... huh... uhhhh,' Sammy grunted every time he buried himself in your warm, soaking cunt. You pulled on his hair and he moaned, which turned into a whine. ''m gonna cum,' Sammy's voice was broken, his eyes glassy. One was half-rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open as he buried himself deep within you.

'Cum for me, Sammy,' you whispered, one hand raking his back down hard with your fingernails, the other one reaching under him and gently holding his balls. 'Mmmmmf,' Sammy was getting louder. 'Oh I'm gonna... hnnnfgh.. I'm go-gonna...'

His hips moved rougher and sloppier, slamming into your cervix with uncoordinated precision. ''gon' fi-fill... oh fuck, 'm cumming.' You felt the load pumping into you immediately, warming you from the inside and sluicing around his cock because there was just so much cum.

Sammy let out high-pitched squeals, like a hurt dog, as he buried his face in your hair. He gave one, then two more thrusts before he stayed bottomed out, deep inside your cunt, as throb after throb of his cum spilled into you. Your insides were thoroughly hosed down, dripping out of you and onto your thighs.

Sammy lay on top of you, heavy weight pressed into you, sweaty and flushed red. You smoothed his auburn curls. 'Feel better now?' You asked. You could feel his cock softening inside you, but Sammy made no attempt fo move. 'Yeah,' Sammy's voice was shaky. 'Just for the record,' you whispered, 'none of that was fake.'

'stick your tongue out for me, baby.' sammy groans. 'little bit further... fuuuck, just like that.'

the shutter makes a loud noise and you're giggle. sammy's resting his thick cock on your tongue and you're concentrating on holding the heavy weight up.

you're licking along the chubby underneath and suckling on the tip, staring up deep into sammy's eyes. little kitten licks to swallow the milky pre-cum drooling from the sensitive hole in his cock. 'ahhh,' sammy's fighting to keep his eyes open, his face screwing up as his full balls pulse.

the shutter goes off again.

you don't stop sucking, cheeks hollowing. you're closing your eyes and humming like it's the best thing you've ever put in your mouth (cos it is....)

'uhh... uh... uhhhh,' sammy's shifting on his feet, squirming, watching his cock disappear into the back of your throat.

you're nipping his thighs and he knows what that means. shutters. ''look s'fuckin sexy,' sammy's voice wobbles.

he's whimpering softly as your nose meets his soft pubic hair. 'jesus christ.'

'hnnghgh...' sammy's panting and you hear he's getting close. 'you gotta stop.' you shake your head as you hold his large head against the squishy back of your throat. you're gagging and your mouth floodswith saliva, squeezing down on him. sammy's finger slips on the camera. shutters.

'stuh-stop...' sammy's whining, 'please babe.' his eyes rolling back and his fingers clenching your hair. ''wise i'm gonna cum... finish me in the car-' it's too late. sammy's too far gone and helpless to stop you. 'in ths c- ohh finish me...' he cries out. sammy loses it, jaw hanging open and broken, wounded mewls are tumbling out.

his body shudders as the first creamy sprays squirt out. you normally swallow every drop but you're pulling off his cock so he's spilling his load all over your face. down your chin, into your eyes. when he runs out of room, he's spurting onto the ~ his ~ carpet in obvious, deliberate streaks. it makes sammy cum even harder.

'...oh finish me..' sammy repeats mindlessly. he's groaning in relief, fingers twisting in your hair. his hips cotinue to circle and hump against the air. he's furiously fisting his cock, draining every last drop. he feels satiated and empty, like he's just been wetting himself.

the upstairs hallway light snaps on.

'shit!' sammy's flushed face is widening in panic but you're too busy giggling. the plan was to leave dirty pictures on the roll of the 'best camera in the world'... from the set of Tammi's own living room.

'let her see how grateful you are to me?' you're purring from your knees in the dark sitting room.

'wha-? we need to go!' sammy panted, rough voice shout-whispering.

'nah,' you say, nipping his plush inner thigh really hard until sammy squeals and drops to his knees. 'where is your bravery, officer?' he's biting his bottom lip as you pulled him under the table, shushing him.

sammy looks at you, pushing your panties to the side, mouth parting, and his heart melts. he looks at the stairs tammi is about to appear from. then he looking back at you, his girl, with your wrecked face and your back smeared with his cum from his his ex wife's floor.

🩷

When you sat in the morning briefing, you caught yourself staring at a training officer. He had an easy going smile, laughing with a friendly colleague, a blond lady. His head had a scrub of long auburn curls and his face a dusting of light orange freckles. His skin was tanned, too long outside in the field. Had this man not heard of sunscreen??

But the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed made you want to smile. He had aviator sunglasses hanging out of his uniform pocket. His uniform was tight, straining against his biceps. He must have felt you staring and lifted his gaze to you. Fuck. The blond lady followed his eyeline and looked at you too. He didn't smile, just held your gaze. You dropped your eyes to your desk and trained your eyes on the superintendent. You had enough to be nervous about.

It was your first day at this precinct. You'd earned your one stripe, proudly sat in your long black sleeves, but anticipation fizzed in your stomach.

As the briefing went on, you relaxed slightly. First day nerves. Overthinking. That's all it was.

'Here are your assignments. Officers, collect your boots.' The gentle but exhausted-looking senior passed out papers.

This was it. Make or break.

You heard the hot man make a soft joke and all the officers around him laughed. Fuck. Not him not him not him not him.

'Mornin', I'll be your new training officer,' a rough voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up. 'I'm Officer Bryant.'

Fuck. Of course it was him.

--- 🩷 ---

You took a deep breath as you headed out into the sunshine, holding the bag and the guns. You slipped your sunglasses over your eyes, grateful he could no longer see your full face. Officer Bryant pushed his down too, almost strutting with slightly bowed legs. He definitely had golden retriever energy.

The thought of sharing a confined shop for hours on end in this heat made your throat dry. Fuck's sake, you thought. Keep it in your pants. You're a professional. Just first day nerves, clearly.

Sherman pulled a face at you and winked as he got into his own car with the blonde officer, Chickie you heard her name was. You snorted and stuck out your tongue before getting in the passenger side.

'Got yourself a friend, have we?' Officer Bryant asked, amusement toying at the side of his mouth.

'Oh no, no!' You were quick to defend yourself, clarify. You wanted to be seen as strictly professional. 'We trained together.'

'Mmm-hmm,' Officrr Bryant murmured, like he didn't believe you. It seemed teasing but you were insistent.

'It's not like that,' you rushed. 'I wouldn't ever date anyone in the workplace.'

'That's what they all say,' Officer Bryant gave an exaggerated nod, 'until they do.'

'No, really,' you pushed.

Officer Bryant turned to look at you. You couldn't see his eyes but you felt a funny burn in your stomach. Pull yourself together.

'Okay, whatever you say, Rosa.'

You blinked. 'Rosa?'

Officer Bryant looked at you as if you were stupid. 'Brooklyn 99? Cop show? Overly defensive?'

Fuck.

'Please don't call me that.'

'Whatever you say, Rosa.'

Officer Bryant started the car and reversed out of the space. One large hand circled the steering wheel easily. How was that attractive? And you were positive that wasn't ten and two.

An older officer with dark graying hair rolled his window down. 'You won the lottery there, Sammy,' making exaggerated eyes at you. 'Pity you didn't get me, sweetheart.'

Unlike Officer Bryant's nickname, this felt more uncomfortable.

'Shut up, Dewey.' Officer Bryant replied, tiredly.

''just sayin',' Dewey held both hands up.

As you pulled out of the lot, Officer Bryant sighed. 'You're gonna have to ignore him. He's mostly harmless but he's a walking HR nightmare.'

You smiled.

'I, on the other hand, am a loveable rogue. Let's hit it.'

--- 🩷 ---

Officer Bryant could run fast. Like fast.

You were determined to impress him. You'd already tackled two perps, one twice your size, and straddled his back as you pulled his hands behind his back before cuffing him. Officer Bryant had stood back, just watching you.

'What..?' You asked, shy under his gaze. 'Did I do something wrong?'

Officer Bryant put his head to one side and shook it slowly. 'No, you did good...' You felt a glow of pride at the praise. 'Really good...Rosa.'

Oh, for fuck's sake.

The perp looked from you to Officer Bryant and back to you again. 'Am I interrupting a moment or am I under arrest?'

'Never met someone so keen to get to the station,' you admonished dryly, hauling him up by one arm.

'Better than being in this awkward rom com.'

'Shut the fuck up.' You pushed him in the back of the car, slamming the door, missing Officer Bryant's amused look as you walked round to the front.

--- 🩷 ---

The weeks that followed were exciting, exhausting, draining. You had never enjoyed a job more.

Sammy, he had insisted on you calling him Sammy because, as he joked, "Officer Bryant is my father", was a great teacher. He was hard on you, but only when he needed to be, and you were thriving.

It was end of shift and Sammy pulled into the lot.

'You're driving tomorrow,' he said before you could get out of the car.

You turned to him with excited eyes. 'Really?'

His hazel eyes glittered as he took in your excitement.

'Yeah. You can lose the shirt too.'

Silence.

Sammy turned bright red and pulled at your sleeve. 'Lose the long-sleeved shirt. Lose the sleeves.' His rough voice came out higher-pitched than usual. 'I didn't mean lose your shirt.'

Inside, heat bloomed in your stomach. You squashed it down and smirked at his defensiveness. You watched him squirming as he desperately tried to backtrack. It was strangely enjoyable to see him lose his usual cool composure. 'That's what they all say... Rosa.'

--- 🩷 ---

You couldn't help yourself. You turned to Sammy before the morning briefing and gestured to your bare arms. 'Don't worry, Officer Bryant,' you teased. 'I found my shirt after all.'

It didn't count as flirting, although you'd secretly love to, because it was in front of all his training officer buddies. An open joke, you convinced yourself, would take the heat out of any tension riding together that morning after last night's awkwardness.

You watched his face flame as their eyes widened, gawking between you and Sammy.

'You found your what?'

'When did you lose your shirt?'

'Have you seen her tits, Bryant?'

Sammy looked at you and narrowed his eyes before clearing his throat and sitting up in his seat. 'Yes, Dewey, she lost her shirt somewhere in the field and ran around topless trying to find it.'

His fellow training officers stared at him in silence for a second, then started laughing.

'This one's got bigger balls than you, Bryant.'

'Doubtful,' Sammy furrowed his brows with a jokey slight shake of his head, but he found your gaze and held it for a second too long.

Heat bloomed in your stomach. Fuck. Well, that backfired.

--- 🩷 ---

'How's it going?' Ben Sherman asked, leaning backwards up against his car, arms folded.

'I'm loving it!' You gushed, realising just how genuinely you meant it. 'How about you?'

'It's going,' Ben agreed. 'I could be doing more, though.'

He had always pushed himself hard, wanting to be the best of their class.

You saw Sammy and Chickie walking down the steps towards them. Sammy pushed his sunglasses up to observe the two of you, then let them fall back down, nodding at whatever Chickie was saying.

'Well, isn't this cosy?' Sammy grinned as they approached.

'We're discussing strategy,' Ben nodded, earnest as he stood.

'Strategy, my ass,' Sammy murmured quietly. He met your eyes and then tossed you the keys.

'Rosa. Driver's seat. Now.'

Ben looked at you in confusion. 'Rosa?'

'Don't start,' you moaned. 'See ya.'

'Laters,' Ben got into the passenger side of his car, mournfully watching you slide behind the wheel.

'Bye, Shermy,' Sammy said in a teasing voice.

Was it you or had his curls grown a bit longer? It was cute. In the short time you'd gotten to know Sammy, his back seemed straighter and he seemed even more confident. More teasing. You didn't know the reason, you didn't discuss personal lives, but it was nice to see him looking so happy. It suited him.

'First things first,' Sammy turned to you over the console and tucked his sunglasses into his pocket. His radio crackled and he turned it down a little. You tried not to stare at his fingers. As his shirt moved, you could smell his laundry detergent and... was that aftershave?

'No flirting in the workplace.' His hazel eyes bore into yours.

Your stomach dropped. 'It was a joke about the shirt, I'm so sor-'

'I know, not that,' Sammy rolled his eyes. 'You and Sherman. Cut it out.'

You couldn't stop the snort that fell out of your mouth. It was a ridiculous notion that you'd ever be interested in Ben, but you kinda liked the possessive way he said it. 'I do not flirt with Ben.'

Sammy's face was smooth and controlled, but there was a flush around his neck. He shifted in his seat. 'I'm just sayin',' Sammy was still close to you, looking into your eyes with a new intensity that made you drop your gaze. 'People will think things.'

'People or you?'

It fell out of your mouth before you'd even thought about it.

Sammy looked at you for a second too long. 'People.' But you caught the slight clench of his jaw before it passed.

Was he... jealous? No, that was ridiculous.

'Sorry, Officer Bryant. I won't do it again,' you teased. There it was again. Where was this confidence coming from?

'Rosa,' his tone was a warning, but you noticed the flush reaching his cheeks. 'Shut the fuck up and drive.'

'I'm sure my training officer shouldn't be talking to me like that.'

'Rosa.' Sammy's teeth visibly clenched.

You were suddenly very aware of how close your faces were.

You pulled back and started the car. 'Shutting the fuck up,' you confirmed. 'Driving,' you added as you reversed out of the spot.

'Good girl.'

--- 🩷 ---

'Light 'em up,' you instructed as you sped up to intercept a car weaving in and out of traffic. Sammy looked amused and flicked the lights on, observing you as you pulled the vehicle over.

'You're primary,' Sammy instructed as you both exited the shop.

'Yes, sir.'

You heard an intake of breath.

Before you could even reach the car, the driver exited the vehicle and ran at you, barrelling you over and landing on top of you. The shock knocked the wind out of you as the back of your head collided with the road.

Before you had a chance to process, you felt the man fly to the left as Sammy rugby tackled him. 'Get the fuck down.' Sammy was angrier than you had ever seen him, and Sammy didn't get angry. 'You alright?' He asked, concern streaking his features as he radioed for back up.

'Yeah.' It was supposed to be a statement but it came out more like a question.

Sammy left the man cuffed on his stomach in the road and jogged over to you. You tried to sit up.

'Woah, woah, woah... you're bleeding.' Before you could register what was happening, Sammy was unbuttoning his black uniform shirt. He pulled his white tee from underneath over his head to kneel bare chested in the street. How hard had you hit your head??

Sammy leant over you to gently press the tee against the side of your head. You winced and let our a whimper. ''s okay... you're okay. I've got you.'

This was the closest Sammy had ever been to you. He leaned over you, concern etching his features. You couldn't help but look down. Who knew he was so... hot? He always looked built underneath his uniform but fuck. His bare chest and abs looked sculpted by the gods. 'Hey,' Sammy whispered teasingly, 'my eyes are up here.'

You tried to laugh but it really hurt. You winced and Sammy reflexively put his hand over yours, squeezing it reassuringly. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I'm here. I've got you. Stay right here with me.'

You looked up into his eyes as he'd asked. They were even more beautiful close up. Your mouth parted slightly, and Sammy's eyes dropped down to look at it. A moment of tension hung there in the air, suddenly thick. You made a soft moan you convinced yourself was from the pain. Sammy's fingers curled round yours. You noticed how blue the sky was, how his chest was dusted with freckles like his arms, how warm the asphalt was underneath you, how Sammy's eyes had slight crinkles in the corner, how quiet the traffic suddenly sounded, how close Sammy's breathing became. Sammy's eyes flicked from your eyes to your head to your mouth to your eyes again. He started to say something.

A wail of sirens sounded and Sammy's fingers instantly left yours.

'Wahey, now Bryant's lost his shirt as well!' You heard Dewey's gleeful voice but it sounded very far away, like you were in a tunnel. 'And she's seen your tits now too!'

--- 🩷 ---

'There she is.'

You blinked as you looked around, dazed. You were in a hospital cot in the emergency room, a curtain wrapped around your bed.

Sammy was looking down at you, a tired smile on his face.

'I am absolutely mortified,' you whispered.

Sammy broke into a laugh.

'Nah, you'll do worse in your lifetime.'

'Great, thanks.' You try to sit up but your head was pounding.

'Woah, woah - take it easy,' Sammy put slight pressure on your forearm. 'You've got a mild concussion.'

You groaned. 'How embarrassing.'

'Not embarrassing,' Sammy shook his head firmly. 'Dangers of the field.'

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to scoff but your head really did hurt.

'Dya' want the good news or the bad news?' Sammy asked cheerfully. You realised he was brave facing it so you didn't worry, although you noticed his fingers curled around yours again.

Sammy didn't even seem to notice, like he'd done it without realising.

'Good news,' you replied weakly.

'Good news!' Sammy smiled. 'You get to go home. Oh, and you get a fuck load of painkillers.'

You try to approximate a smile but it comes out more like a grimace. 'Bad news?'

'The bad news is you need monitoring overnight, or you can't leave.'

You groaned. 'I don't have a roommate.'

Sammy looked at you carefully. 'I mean, it's probably against protocol,' he murmured, voice dropping low, 'but if you really have no one who can look after you... I can stay with you.'

Your eyes widened in surprise.

'Not like that!' He shook his head. 'Not in a creepy, Dewey way.'

You laughed, and it hurt. Sammy's face creased in concern.

'No, in a, strictly clinical, monitor-y way,' he assured you. 'In a, sleep on the couch and check on you every forty minutes kinda way.'

You frown at him but your head is too fuzzy to think.

'Beats staying here all night. You can collect your car in the morning,' Sammy gives you his arm to help you up. 'You can remember where you live... can't you?'

'Shut up,' you grumble, wincing as you sit up.

'Here I am with the druuuugs,' sang the young nurse, before casting an appreciative eye over Sammy in his uniform.

'I love you,' you mumbled to her.

--- 🩷 ---

Sammy helped you into your apartment. You really didn't think you needed it, but the walls were waving in and out as you walked.

'Woah,' Sammy steadied you. 'Let's get you a drink of water. Brush your teeth and then into bed.'

'Yes, dad,' you mumbled. It was supposed to be a grumpy joke, but you felt Sammy stiffen. You were too out of it to register.

Sammy helped you to the bathroom and waited patiently outside. He did not come in to help you, despite you calling out for him to. Maybe you'd hit your head harder than you thought.

Sammy helped you unbutton your shirt, then turned respectfully around as you slipped a big, soft tee on.

'What 'you 'gon wear?' You slurred.

'Well you bled all over my tee so my uniform,' Sammy replied.

''m decent nowww,' you sing-songed.

Biting back a smile, Sammy turned around.

'Okay, so no pants?' Sammy averted his gaze. 'That's a choice.'

''don't own any...' you replied, ''lost 'em.'

'You lost them?' Sammy repeated.

''lost 'em,' you confirmed solemnly, 'like i lost my shirt.'

Sammy snorted, and it was a beautiful sound.

''like it when you laugh.' The room was starting to spin. 'Sounds all nice.'

Sammy cleared his throat. 'Okay, thank you.' He covered you with your sheet and turned out your lamp. 'Ni-' You were gone.

--- 🩷 ---

You awoke, confused. Before you'd even had a chance to move, Sammy was by your side. 'It's okay. Are you okay?'

You blinked. 'I dunno.'

Sammy was clearly biting back a laugh

''you been here the whole time?'

'Yeah.'Sammy's reply was soft.

You looked over and saw a single pillow on the floor.

'Watchin' me sleep?'

'Yeah.'

'Thasss' weird,' you reply.

'Oh yeah?' Sammy replies, clearly amused by you.

'Yeahhh,' you answer, 'but I kinda like it.'

There was silence for a few seconds. 'You clearly do not know what you're saying, young lady. Go back to sleep.'

'No.'

'No?'

''head hurtsss,' you moan. 'Sit with me.'

'I am sitting with you.' Sammy's voice is soft.

'Noooo, silly.' You shake your head in the dark. 'Can't watch me from down there.'

More silence.

You heard Sammy swallow and feel the heat of his body as he leans closer. 'I can't,' he says simply. 'You're out of your mind and I'm staying down here.'

You're not sure why but you burst into tears.

'Hey, hey, don't cry.' Sammy's fingers are tangling with yours in an instant. 'I'm right here.'

'Please,' you whisper.

There must have been something in your voice that makes Sammy relent.

'Just til I fall asleep.'

'Just til you fall asleep,' Sammy whispers.

You heard him move round the bed and climb on from the other side. He sits up against the headboard, fully clothed, staring straight ahead. He tried not to concentrate on your semi-naked body, covered by thin sheets, next to him.

'Please,' you whisper again.

You don't know what you're asking for.

Sammy puts an arm around you, trying to ignore any other feelings coming to mind. He's watching your concussion. He's watching your concussion. He's watching your-

He feels you roll over and stiffens. 'Sammy,' you breathed.

Christ, his name had never sounded so good as it did leaving your mouth. The way you sighed it was unfair.

'Rosa,' was all he could manage back. His voice was thick and strained.

'Sammmmy,' you whined.

Fuck. Very unfair.

You nestled into his chest, heat radiating from under his uniform against your face. You hurt and were confused. You wanted comfort and you wanted it from Sammy. That's all you knew. You sighed in relief as you nestled against him.

Sammy stiffened. Now you were sighing. Fuck oh fuck.

He held his hands in the air, unsure what to do with them. Sammy was a good guy, he didn't want to touch you, he couldn't touch you. No matter how much you squirmed against him.

Sammy looked at the ceiling and tried to do his taxes in his head.

How did this escalate so quickly? Training officers couldn't be in bed with their boots. Not in any context, least of all with their boot out of their mind on painkillers. No matter how revealing of their emotions they were being.

Sammy went to slither our from under you.

'Don't,' you begged and draped an arm around his stomach to stop him from moving. 'Please. My head hurts.'

Your voice had dropped. You sounded so vulnerable and pathetic.

He was medically obliged to look after you, and he could monitor you better from up here anyway... and who needs sleep?

'Okay. Try to sleep. 'm not goin' anywhere.' Sammy's fingers found your hair and smoothed it with his fingertips.

''you promise?'

🩷

s1 sammy was flicking through pics of you on his phone, only innocent ones he'd taken of you smiling. but still, he was already getting hard over you under his desk, his chubby cock half-tented in his suit pants. he was glad nobody could see.

'hi, hon,' sal had smiled at you in greeting as you walked in. 'hi, sal.' you smile back, bending down to give sammy a kiss. his eyes lit up in surprise to see you. 'you forgot your lunch, baby.' you say loudly, placing the bag on his desk. he looked at you in confusion. 'i didn't for- oh THANK you, babe.' sammy clocks on as nate looks up, raising his eyebrows and giving him a wink so he gets it. 'i'll walk you out, baby.' sammy gets up out of his chair, hoping no one looks at his pants.

instead of leaving, you pull him into the supply closet, locking the door. instantly he's all over you, hands in your hair, moaning. face flushed, running his hands up and down your side, squeezing your ass. 'i need you so bad, sammy. can't wait 'til you come home.' sammy groans, his white shirt sporting sweat stains under his arms.

you unbuckled his pants. 'shhhhh shh,' you remind him, finger to his lips, as he whimpers. sammy rolls his tongue over his lower lip and bites down on it. 'fuck, baby...' he looks down and watches your hand reach down into his boxers to your wrist. his chubby cock jumps as your fingers touch him, straining against his pants. 'aahhh... oh fuck,' he closes his eyes tight in relief, forehead furrowed. 'stay with me,' you whisper, lifting his chin with your spare index finger and thumb. sammy looks at you, eyes already half-lidded.

you shimmy his baggy suit pants and boxers down over his soft, flabby thighs until they fall to the floor. you run your fingers back up the inside, scratching down hard as you reach the inside of his thighs.

'hnnnhgh FUCK,' he whimpers as you break the skin.

you jump into his arms and he catches you, legs tight around his waist. your ass rests on his round, soft belly. 'what am i gonna do with you?' sammy whined. 'you're trying to kill me.'

he presses you up against the wall with more force than he intended. his chubby fingers worked your slick slit, pushing your panties to the side. you didn't need a warm-up; you were soaking. sammy bit his lip and went to thrust upwards. he let out a whimper.

as long as his chubby cock was, his stomach was bigger. he couldn't press himself deep into you because his big tummy was in the way. he flushed scarlet in humiliation.

'babe,' he said thickly, hanging his head. 'i... i c-can't.'

'sammy, shhhh shh.' you soothe, motioning for him to step backwards. on an angle, your waiting cunt was even further away, even more belly to move past. you were just out of reach.

sammy let out a wounded cry, squealing like a kicked puppy, desperate for relief and totally humiliated. 'let me down,' you whisper, ruffling his hair, 'and keep quiet.'

you lay down on the floor, pulling your panties aside and pulling sammy to his knees on the dirty floor. he climbs on top of you, peppering kisses your neck and your temple and your face.

'i love you so much,' he panted down your ear, 'love you forever... please don't leave me.'

'i'm not gonna leave you babe,' you whisper. you press his body to you, smelling aftershave and both fresh and stale sweat from inside his white shirt. the sweat stains from under his arms and now his boobs spreading. you could feel how damp his back is with your fingers, just above his hips.

''need you so bad,' sammy whines, chest pressed to your chest, legs on top of yours. he was desperate for relief, his throbbing cock painful now, needing to be in your tight, warm, wet cunt. he needed to cum so badly. he wasn't gonna last.

'come on, then...officer,' you purr, nibbling on his collar bone.

one of sammy's eyes rolls back and he takes his cock in his hand, ready to line up against your hole... but he can't!

usually you're on top as he lies on a diagonal against the headboard. but now lying like this, his weight pressing you into the floor... his bloated belly is in the way again! pressing his tummy against yours, the stomach hair tickling your smooth skin, his cock just won't reach your cunt.

he wrestles with it within a large hand, and it's drooling with wet pre-cum. tugging his stomach up further against yours out of the way with chubby fingers, but it's just too big for his cock to reach. he cried in humiliation.

his red face screws up in frustration, sweat gleaming with the effort.

'baby, i can't!' tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over his cheeks. 'i'm too big.'

'shhhhh, shh shh.' you soothe and wriggle from under him and turn over, on all fours in front of him. you bend down so your face is practically smashed into the floor, wiggling your ass up in the air. 'i'm begging you, sammy... please make me pregnant.'

sammy mewls, kneeling up and pushing himself into you. you're so turned on by his struggle that he bottoms out first time.

'oh FUCK,' sammy's eyes roll back into his head as he finally sinks into you. he starts to go slack jawed as you move your hips in slow figure 8s, letting him touch every side of your soaking, bobbled, velvet walls.

sammy humps into you, the bulge of his tummy resting on your hips and moving against you as he ruts upwards.

'i'm gonna cum,' sammy whimpers, so close already. the feeling of your tight, wet cunt too much for him. your slick covers his cock and it makes obscene squelching noises as he pulls in and out. the sound of skin on skin as his tummy slaps against the top your ass cheeks makes your cunt clench.

'ohhh, don't do that,' sammy warns, barely above a whisper. he lifts himself up, his hands either side of you, flat on the floor, to give himself more room to hump you harder.

'daddy, yesssss...' you groan, knowing that'll do it.

all of sammy's muscles begin to tighten, his toes curling in his smart shoes, and he shudders slightly. the way your cunt squeezes him, milking his length up and down just like milking a cow's udders, makes his balls tighten up. his cock is throbbing and sore; he's so uncomfortable. his thick thighs fall open around you, spreading you in sweat-covered skin.

''gonna cum,' sammy whispers. he bottoms out in you again then keeps his hips still, barely thrusting centimetres at a time as he hurtles closer and closer to finishing. it's far too early, but he's just so sensitive. hes trying desperately to hold his cum in but there's no stopping it now.

'ah... ah... urghh.... hnnnggh.'

his breathing hitched, and he's whining and snuffling. a bead of sweat from his forehead drops onto your back.

he just can't help himself.

pressed tightly against your cervix, he spurts his cum, spraying down your insides. a broken sound tears out of his mouth. sammy shudders, groaning and mewling and whimpering and crying. he's drooling from his slack jaw, chubby cock pulling back and shooting forward in huge pulses.

he hopes it's enough to breed you as his soft cock slithers out of you, spilling his cum onto the floor.

'whose my good boy?' you ask, flipping over and scratching his auburn curls.

'i am,' sammy pants, his wet face kissing yours in a clumsy, sloppy kiss.

you turn over, sliding down and kissing every part of his soft tummy, licking the stripe of hair and over his belly button. 'i love your tummy,' you whisper, kissing it over and over on every inch of skin. 'it turns me on so much.'

you reach up and tuck your soaking, cum-filled panties into his white shirt pocket. already the white cotton is spreading an obvious stain and it smells like sex, wafting under sammy's nose.

''want you to sniff those all day,' you whisper, 'and come home rock hard ready for me to straddle you.'

sammy moans, protectively touching the slowly-soaking pocket of his oversized shirt. 'i'm gonna straddle and ride your stomach before i even think about sucking you off.'

sammy groaned, kissing the top of your head.

'then before you blow your load down my throat, i'm going to bounce onto your cock 'til you cum so hard you'll push this cum up into my stomach.'

sammy groaned, his cock twitching.

'it better not spill out of my mouth,' you warn, 'need you to fill me up with all your babies.'

sammy moans, his hand lovingly pressing against your tummy. possessively, he gives it a gentle squeeze.

''love you,' he whispers against your mouth, lips tightly pressed against yours before slowly kissing you.

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s1 sammy in his patrol car, he's picked you up from work. you can't wait until you get home. his hand is over the console, affectionately squeezing your inner thigh. it's not enough.

reaching over and slowly unbuckling his belt. 'wha- what you doin' babe, no.' ignoring him, you press your hand against his bulge through his suit pants. 'aah stop,' sammy glances at you, unable to move your hand whilst driving.

sneaking your hand down his suit pants, tickling the tip with your fingernails through his boxers. feeling the growing wet patch. 'babe,' helpless to stop you. 'don't.'

his bulge is growing big and hard as you torture him with your fingernails, raking his bare thighs inside his suit pants. no mercy - deep scratches. 'uhhhh fuckfuckFUCK,' sammy whimpered, eyes rolling back.

'eyes on the road,' you whisper into his neck, sucking that spot just under his ear. sammy growling, body shuddering.

'stop,' he whispers faintly. 'you don't mean that, officer,' you purr.

sammy bites his lower lip, face blushing red and gleaming with sweat. you can smell his aftershave and his arousal. his milky pre-cum soaking through his boxers and sliding onto your fingers. his knuckles white on the steering wheel, unable to push you away.

'if you don't stop doing that then...' sammy whimpers... stealing a glance down at your hand inside his unzipped suit pants and whining.

'then what, sammy?' you ask innocently, licking the shell of his ear and then down his neck, gently using your teeth.

'i'm gonna cum,' sammy pants, a wounded sound leaving his throat as he nearly misses a light.

he's trying to keep his eyes open but they're crossing in the middle and his jaw has fallen open, drool at the side of his mouth. he is too far gone now.

'babe, lift me out,' he's begging you, trying to set off from the light and jolting on the brakes. 'please touch me. i'm go-gonna...'

you have no intention of pulling him out. you like it when he cums in his suit pants for you like a teenager. you're doubling down, moaning and sighing in his ear.

'uhh... uh... uhhhh.' sammy's face screws up. it's game over.

sammy can't help it. his body shuddering, leaning back as far as he can. rutting against your hand, thick thighs pliant and spreading open for you. ''m cumming, oh fuck.'

spurts of warm, white cum spray into his boxers. the thick, creamy cum fills them up, dripping down his inner thigh.

sammy's whining, still humping your hand as it finally finishes. he pants, cock softening and plasters against his thigh.

you nip hard his thigh, just below his cock, making him squeal. 'babe,' sammy's snuffling, glancing at you so he can kiss you over the console.

you use a finger to swipe up some of his cum. 'open up,' you whisper. sammy obediently opens his mouth for you so you can slick his own cream on his tongue.

sammy swallows, eyes closing. you take his face across the console, pulling him to you as you greedily kiss him, and swipe your tongue across his to collect the remaining cum. sammy moans as you close your eyes and swallow it. he tastes sweet, salty, musky, light fresh sweat, spearmint chewing gum.

'that was so illegal,' sammy groans, biting his lower lip, shuffles in his wet pants.