Chapter 41: Lynn, for God's Sake, Be a Decent Human Being (NSFW Chapter)
Lynn spent the next three days straight in Miami.
And he had to admit, compared to New York, Miami Beach was absolute paradise.
Especially with all the gorgeous, bikini-clad women soaking up the sun.
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Author's Note: The following scene includes mature interactions. If you're not comfortable with NSFW content, please skip to the next scene marked with (***)
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Right now, in a secluded spot away from the crowd, he was watching one of them — a perfect Latin beauty who'd stripped off her bra and bikini bottoms and was lying face-down, waiting for him to rub sunscreen on her.
The way her massive breasts pressed against the beach towel was enough to make any man's mouth water.
Lynn took in the view for a moment and savored it.
"Come on, Lynn…" The Latin beauty's voice was pure tease as she playfully wiggled her full hips.
There was an inviting glint in her eyes.
A faint smirk curled Lynn's lips.
"My bad, ma'am…" he murmured, stepping closer. "Your beauty… it really throws a man off balance."
She looked at him over her shoulder, her smile pure provocation.
"Then let me help you find it," she purred sweetly.
Lynn chuckled quietly.
He squeezed lotion into his palm, warmed it between his hands…
and then slowly spread it across her lower back.
From there he moved in slow circles toward her plump ass.
His hand paused between the two massive mounds, savoring the feel. He gently kept rubbing lotion onto one of the peaks and got a moan in response.
"Mhmm…"
Her moan sent a jolt straight to his cock, already straining against his swim trunks.
Lynn's fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her ass cheek with deliberate slowness, the lotion making her caramel skin glisten under the sun.
He kneaded deeper, his thumbs dipping into the cleft between her cheeks, just brushing against her tight little asshole, teasing without mercy. The slick schlop of lotion under his palms filled the air as he massaged, spreading it wider, his hands gripping and releasing her flesh rhythmically.
"Oh, papi," she whispered, arching her back slightly to push her ass up toward his hands.
"You're good at this... mmm, keep going." Her voice was a sultry challenge, her tits grinding subtly against the towel as if to invite him further.
She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing and tensing under his touch.
Lynn smirked, his free hand sliding up her inner thigh, fingers grazing the slick heat between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy lips swollen and begging for attention.
He dipped a finger in just enough to coat it in her juices, then pulled back, watching her squirm.
"Patience, baby," he growled low, his voice rough with desire. "I'm just getting started."
He poured more lotion onto his hands, warming it again, and began to work it into her thighs, inching closer to her core with each stroke. His fingers circled her outer lips, slick and teasing, spreading the lotion mixed with her arousal, making her glisten everywhere.
"Ahh... yes, right there," she moaned, her breath hitching as he finally pressed a thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles.
The wet schlop of his fingers against her folds grew louder, her hips bucking slightly.
"You're making me so wet... mhmm, don't stop teasing me like this." She reached back, her hand brushing his, urging him deeper, her nails lightly scratching his wrist in encouragement.
He slid two fingers inside her slowly, curling them to hit that spot, pumping in and out with a deliberate pace. The lotion made it all so slippery, every thrust producing a filthy squelch that hyped the tension.
Squelch! Squelch!
She clenched around him, her walls hot and velvety, her moans turning into whimpers.
"Fuck, Lynn... deeper, papi... make me beg for it." He added a third finger, stretching her, his other hand smacking her ass lightly—slap—leaving a pink mark on her oiled skin.
She was dripping now, soaking his hand and the towel beneath her, her body trembling on the edge. "Please... I need more than your fingers," she teased, glancing back with hooded eyes, her lips parted in anticipation.
Lynn pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth to taste her—salty, sweet, mixed with the coconut scent of the lotion.
"Turn over," he commanded softly, his cock throbbing harder.
But she wasn't one to wait passively. With a wicked grin, she flipped over onto her back, her massive tits bouncing free, nipples hard and dark like chocolate kisses.
The lotion smeared across her skin from the towel, making her body shine like an oiled goddess. She reached up, tugging at his trunks. "No more teasing from you," she demanded playfully, her eyes locked on the bulge. "Let me see what you're hiding... and taste it."
Lynn let her pull them down, his thick cock springing free, veined and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
She licked her lips, sitting up on her elbows, her tits heaving with each breath.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward, wrapping her full, pouty lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside with a soft slurp.
"Fuck," Lynn groaned, his hand tangling in her dark hair as she took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet, bobbing slowly.
She was proactive, no doubt—humming around his shaft, "mhmm…", her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the lotion on her chest, making her tits slick and shiny.
She pulled back with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she teased, pumping him with her hand while her tongue flicked over the slit, lapping up every drop with eager licks. "But I want more. Rub that lotion on me while I blow you."
Lynn grabbed the bottle, squirting a generous amount onto her tits. He massaged it in roughly, pinching her nipples between his fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp around his cock—
Gluck! Gluck!
She moaned louder, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him as she deepthroated him, gagging slightly but pushing on, her throat tight and convulsing with wet glucks and slurps.
Gluck! Gluck!
"Goddamn, you're a pro," he muttered, his hips bucking involuntarily. But he wasn't about to let her control the pace forever.
He pulled her off his cock with a final pop, her lips swollen and red, spit trailing down her chin. "My turn to tease."
He straddled her thighs, pouring more lotion directly onto her pussy, watching it drip down her folds. His fingers worked it in, circling her clit slowly, then faster, pinching it lightly until she writhed beneath him.
"Please, Lynn... fuck me," she begged, her hands grabbing at his arms, nails digging in. She was teasing still, bucking her hips up to grind against his hand, her eyes half-lidded with lust, letting out breathy ahhs.
"Not yet," he said, sliding two fingers inside her again, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. He pumped them in and out, the lotion making obscene squelching sounds, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
She was dripping, soaking the towel, her body arching as he added a third finger, stretching her with slow, deep thrusts.
When she was on the edge, whimpering and pleading—"Yes, papi, right there... mhmm, I'm so close"—he finally positioned himself, rubbing his cockhead against her slick entrance, the lotion mixing with her wetness.
"You want this?" he asked, slapping his dick against her clit—Slap!—making her jolt.
"Yes! Destroy me, papi!" she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer with a needy whimper.
Lynn thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one go.
She screamed in pleasure, her walls gripping him tight, hot and velvety. He didn't hold back—pounding into her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, the lotion making their bodies slap together with wet.
Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap!
Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust, and he leaned down to suck on one nipple, biting down as he fucked her deeper, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from her.
She was proactive, meeting every thrust with her own, her nails raking down his back, urging him on.
"Harder! Make me cum all over that big cock!" she cried, her pussy fluttering around him with rhythmic squelches.
Schlop! Schlop!
He flipped her over onto all fours, smacking her ass hard—slap—the lotion amplifying the sting. Re-entering her from behind, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he railed her, his balls slapping against her clit with wet smacks.
The fetish of it all—the secluded beach, the oil-slicked skin, the raw dominance—pushed him closer.
"I'm gonna fill that tight pussy," he growled, feeling her clench at his words.
"Do it! Cum inside me!" she moaned, pushing back against him with desperate grunts.
With a final, brutal thrust, Lynn exploded, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into her, flooding her womb.
She came with him, her body shaking, squirting around his cock as she milked every drop with pulsing contractions, her cries echoing softly in their hidden spot.
They collapsed together, panting, the sun beating down on their sweat-and-lotion-covered bodies.
For a moment, Lynn couldn't help but grin.
If anyone ever asked him what "too happy to go home" meant, Lynn could point to this.
If it hadn't been for George Stacy's phone call, Lynn really wouldn't have bothered coming back to New York at all.
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New York, Manhattan Police Precinct.
"Thanks!"
Jennifer's eyes lit up as she saw the gift Lynn had brought back from Miami.
She struck a pose, her police uniform pulling tight, highlighting her curves. Her bright red lips parted, releasing a voice dripping with mature charm. "Are you free tonight? I think my pipes are broken."
"Lynn, could you... please come over and help me fix them?"
As she spoke, her fingers traced a slow line across the back of his hand.
'She was just short of explicitly inviting me to come over and plow her.'
"Jennifer, honestly, I'd love to. But you know George... that bastard put me on lockdown."
Lynn put on a look of profound regret and threw up his hands. "Unless I want to be reassigned to patrol duty on Staten Island, I have to turn you down."
At his "regret," Jennifer frowned immediately. "What right does George have to give you an order like that? He's not your father, and you're not a teenager. A 'grounding' like that is completely unreasonable!"
With that, Jennifer spun around, flipped her blonde hair, and stormed off toward George Stacy's office.
"You... you're back for two seconds and you're already making trouble for George."
A nearby officer, Linna, handed him a coffee.
"Thanks. But it's what he deserves. Who the hell told him to call me back, anyway? I wasn't done with Miami."
Hearing him admit it was intentional, Linna pouted. "You really haven't changed. Still as petty as ever."
"But anyway, if you're really not interested in Jennifer... I'm gonna ask her out."
Linna caught Lynn's look and raised an eyebrow. "What? You got a problem with my orientation?"
"Not at all."
Lynn made a hands-up, surrender gesture. "But are you sure Jennifer is..."
Just then, the sound of shouting erupted from George Stacy's office.
Listening to Jennifer yelling and George trying to explain, Linna giggled, covering her mouth. "You're terrible. Let's see how you get out of this one."
"What do you mean, 'how'?"
Lynn pointed at Sean, who was hovering nearby, looking worried, clearly wanting to go in but too scared, wringing his hands over Jennifer.
Lynn grinned. "You wanna bet I can get him to take the fall for me with one sentence?"
"Oh?"
Linna looked him up and down, then pulled a twenty from her pocket. "Wanna bet?"
"Absolutely."
Lynn smoothly plucked the twenty from her hand, pocketed it, and moseyed over to Sean, Jennifer's pathetic bootlicker.
He slung an arm around Sean's neck. "Buddy, I know you like Jennifer. A man's gotta be brave and show how he feels, you know?"
"Otherwise, the girl you love is just gonna end up in someone else's arms."
Sean shot him a bitter look. "Easy for you to say. The whole damn precinct knows she's into you."
"Exactly, buddy! That's why I turned her down!"
Lynn put on his most sincere, bullshit face. "I used George's 'ban' as an excuse to let her down easy, and now she's in there tearing him a new one."
"Think about it. Who am I doing all this for?"
Sean looked at him, suspicious. "It's... not for me, is it?"
"Of course it's for you! What, you'd rather stand by and watch me nailing her? Picture her face, all blissful and…"
That one sentence made Sean's face turn green.
The very thought of Jennifer, ecstatic under Lynn's... 'attack'... was enough to break his heart.
Lynn pressed his advantage. "See? I did this for you. Because I know you like her!"
"George is my partner. I fed her that line about the ban, figuring he'd get it and play along."
"But, you know, he's getting old. What if he screws up and lets the cat out of the bag?"
"Then what do I do?"
Sean was completely hooked. "What... what should I do?"
"You go in there, and you drag Jennifer out!"
Lynn clapped him hard on the shoulder, his voice full of gravitas. "Buddy, love is something you have to fight for, not something you get as a handout."
"I've done all I can for you. The rest is up to you. Go get 'em."
Staring into Lynn's "sincere" eyes, Sean nodded hard. "Lynn... I've had you all wrong. I'm sorry."
He took a deep breath and marched straight toward George Stacy's office.
"Holy shit."
Linna's jaw dropped. "Is Sean a complete idiot? You're obviously bullshitting him!"
Lynn just shrugged. "And he's gonna thank me for it, too."
As if on cue, Sean stopped at the door, turned, gave Lynn a solemn "thank you," and then resolutely pushed the door open.
Seeing this, Linna slapped her own forehead. "My god, how can my coworkers be this stupid? Lynn, have some goddamn decency!"
"Haha…"
Lynn laughed, but just as he was about to say something...
...he caught something in his peripheral vision. A translucent, purple-level spirit, clutching its stomach, hovering just outside the precinct doors.
His heart leaped. He immediately handed his coffee cup to Linna. "I gotta run, something urgent came up. If George asks, just tell him it was an emergency."
Without another word, Lynn headed straight for the exit.
Linna shook her head, then tiptoed over to George's office, pressing her ear to the door, ready for the gossip.
But before she could hear anything, the door was yanked open.
Linna, startled, gave a weak smile to a fuming Jennifer and a dejected, black-faced Sean.
She peeked inside and saw George Stacy looking completely exasperated.
'Right,' Linna thought to herself. 'Make a note: never, ever piss off that petty asshole.'
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