Police Officer: Justice of Lust
Copyright© 2025 by Pirates Carry
Chapter 9: The Language of Flesh
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Language of Flesh - “Police Officer: Justice of Lust” is a romantic, dramatic, and thriller story. Sarah Kincaid, a dedicated and principled police officer, is known for her unwavering commitment to justice. When she apprehends Rhys Alistair Thorne, a skilled hacker suspected of cybercrimes, she believes she has cracked a major case. But as the interrogation unfolds, Sarah discovers that Rhys is not the criminal she was led to believe.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic BiSexual Crime White Male White Female Hairy AI Generated
Rhys kissed her lips again, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate embrace that left her breathless. He moved his mouth to her cheek, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sarah’s head fell to the side, exposing her neck to his eager mouth, her body arching towards him as a soft moan escaped her lips. Rhys’ hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers grasping her firmly as he turned her face towards him, his lips finding hers once more. Sarah’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, her breath hitching as she felt his desire, his need, as if it were her own. “Rhys,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea, her body trembling with anticipation. Rhys’ eyes darkened with desire, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at her.
He guided her onto her back, then swung her legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at her entrance. Sarah’s eyes widened as she realized his intent, her heart pounding in her chest. Rhys grinned, his eyes filled with a mix of challenge and excitement. “Now you can also see my ride,” he said, his voice a low growl as he pushed his dick inside her pussy. Sarah gasped, her eyes locked onto his, her body tensing as she adjusted to the new angle. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as he filled her completely. The sensation was different, intense, and it took her breath away. Rhys’ eyes never left hers as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythmic motion that left her body aching with pleasure and her heart pounding with anticipation. “Look at me, Sarah,” he demanded, his voice harsh with desire.
She did, her eyes locking onto his as he thrust in deeper, his grip on her hips tightening. With his free hand, he reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back as he began to move, his hips slamming against hers. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Rhys leaned forward, his body covering hers, his free hand moving to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers. “You like that, don’t you, Sarah?” he growled, his voice low and husky. “You like feeling me inside you, don’t you?” Sarah’s breath came in short gasps, her body aching with the intensity of his movements, her hips moving in sync with his.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, her body trembling with desire. “Yes, I like it.”
Rhys’ grip on her hair tightened, his hips slamming against hers with a force that left them both breathless. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice a low rumble of lust. “So fucking perfect.”
Sarah’s body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with sensation, her muscles tensing and releasing as Rhys’ dick filled her completely with each powerful thrust.
Rhys brought her hair from the back to the front, his fingers threading through the straight black strands, playing with them as he continued to penetrate her, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He used his grip on her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze as he pounded into her, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that left them both breathless.
Sarah’s eyes never left his, her body moving in sync with his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. The sensation of his fingers tangling in her hair sent shivers down her spine, a mix of pleasure and pain that only served to heighten her arousal.
Her breath hitched in her chest, her body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap.
As Rhys continued to pound into her, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on her chest, rolling down between her breasts. Sarah’s eyes widened as she felt the cool droplet trail a path down her heated skin. Rhys’ hand released her hair, moving to cup her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, sending a jolt of sensation through her. Her body arched into his touch, her back arching off the bed as she met his thrusts with her own, her hips rising to meet his.
Suddenly, her hair, which had been trailing behind her, caught on Rhys’ chest. She gasped as the tangled strands pulled taut, the slight pain shocking her into a new level of awareness. Rhys’ eyes widened as he looked down at her, his hips slowing briefly as he realized what was happening.
Sarah’s eyes were squeezed shut, her body tense and shaking as her orgasm tore through her, her inner walls clenching around him in waves of pleasure. He watched, mesmerized, as her cheeks flushed and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. “Rhys,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body still trembling with the force of her release.
“Yes, Sarah,” he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. “Let go, feel it all.” He began to move again, his hips picking up the pace, his dick still buried deep inside her. Sarah’s eyes flew open, her body still tensing and releasing around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Rhys, no ... I can’t ... it’s too much,” she panted, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Rhys, wait...” Her voice was a ragged plea, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Rhys groaned, his body tensing as he felt her inner walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. He couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he released inside her, his cock pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. He collapsed onto her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to catch his breath.
He rolled off her after a moment, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He looked down at Sarah, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with exertion.
“Look at me, Sarah,” he said, his voice soft yet demanding. “Now your hair also accepts me.” As if on cue, her hair, which had been swept back during their passionate encounter, fell forward, the straight black strands blanketing her face and shoulders. Rhys reached out, his fingers gently brushing the silky locks away from her face, tucking them behind her ears.
Sarah’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. “What ... what do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her body still trembling from the force of their lovemaking.
Rhys grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. “Exactly what I said, Sarah. Your hair, your body, your very soul...
they all accept me.” Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise, her body still shivering from the aftershocks of their intense encounter. She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice still breathless.
Rhys leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft, tender kiss. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “It means that I’m not just here for the physical aspect of our relationship, Sarah. I want all of you.” His voice was soft, yet firm, his eyes never leaving hers. “Your mind, your heart, your soul. I want to know you, Sarah.
All of you.” He paused, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. “I want to understand you. Your hopes, your fears, your dreams. I want to be more than just a ... a casual fling.” Sarah’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked into Rhys’ eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but she found only earnestness. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “Rhys,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them. It was a lot to take in, especially after what they had just shared. She was still trying to process the raw, intense passion that had passed between them. I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and uncertainty.
Rhys chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “You don’t have to say anything right now, Sarah. I just wanted you to know where I stand.” He paused, his thumb still gently caressing her cheek. “I know this is new, and it’s only been a short time.
But I want to know, Sarah. Which sex positions do you like?” Rhys’ voice was soft, yet determined, his eyes searching hers for a reaction.
Sarah’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, her body still trembling slightly from their intense encounter. She averted her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Well, that’s a bit blunt, isn’t it?” she teased, her voice light despite the heat in her cheeks.
Rhys chuckled, his fingers gently tipping her chin up so she was looking at him again. “I’m not one to beat around the bush, Sarah. I want to know what you like, what you don’t. I want to explore every inch of you.”
Sarah’s eyes met his, her smile fading as she saw the sincerity in his gaze.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she decided to be equally honest with him.
“I’ve never been one for ... fancy positions, if that’s what you’re asking,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she looked away, her fingers playing with the hem of the bed sheet.
Rhys’ eyes softened, and he reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, his thumb brushing against her skin. When she finally met his gaze, he smiled reassuringly. “That’s okay, Sarah.
We’ll figure it out together, step by step,” Rhys said, his voice soothing and reassuring. He saw the mix of embarrassment and vulnerability in her eyes, and he wanted to erase that, to replace it with confidence and desire.
Sarah looked into his eyes, her anxiety slowly ebbing away as she saw the sincerity and patience in his gaze. She smiled softly, her hand reaching up to cover his on her cheek. “Thank you, Rhys. That means a lot.”
Rhys leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his breath mingling with hers.
“Sarah,” he whispered, his voice filled with a playful yet genuine curiosity. “What do you want to experience next?” He reached for his phone on the bedside table, tapping the screen to life. “Let’s make a list, you and me. No judgments, no limits.” Sarah’s eyes widened slightly, her body still tingling from their recent encounter. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want to make a ... a sex bucket list? Really?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief and a hint of intrigue. Rhys grinned, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Why not? It’s a fun way to explore what turns us on, what we’re curious about.
What do you say, Sarah? Want to play?”
Sarah’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “I’m in,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “Let’s do it.”
Rhys chuckled, tapping away at his phone as Sarah sat up, excitement buzzing through her. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of exploring new experiences together, no limits, no judgments. It was liberating, exhilarating.
“Okay, first on the list,” Rhys said, still tapping away. “Public sex. Ever done it?”
Sarah’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion, a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbling up inside her. “No, never,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and she looked away, her fingers playing with the hem of the bed sheet. “I’ve always been a little too cautious for that.”
Rhys nodded, his eyes softening as he understood her apprehension. “That’s okay. We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it. The point of this list is to explore things that we both want to try, nothing we don’t.”
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Rhys,” she said, her voice sincere.
“I appreciate your understanding.” She paused, her fingers tracing the edge of the bed sheet, before meeting his gaze. “But if you want to show me something new...” Rhys’ eyes lit up at her words, and he grinned, his voice filled with excitement. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, his hand moving to her waist, guiding her onto her side. Sarah complied, her body moving naturally with his, her breath hitching slightly as she felt his hand on her skin. “Have you ever tried this position?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Sarah’s eyes widened as she realized what he was suggesting, her cheeks flushing pink. “The ... spooning position?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Rhys chuckled, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Exactly. It’s intimate, yet allows for a lot of exploration.” He trailed his fingers down her side, his hand resting on her hip. “Trust me, Sarah. You’ll love it.”
Rhys’ words sent a shiver of anticipation down Sarah’s spine, despite her initial apprehension. Before she could respond, Rhys kissed her deeply and passionately, his lips claiming hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. His hand moved from her hip, sliding up her body to cup her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her body arching towards him, her hips pressing back against his growing erection.
Rhys broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. “You taste incredible, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“But we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
Sarah’s body was betraying her, her muscles tense with anticipation, her skin on fire with his touch. She knew she should stop, should tell him to wait. But her body wanted more, craved his touch, his taste. She could feel the heat of his lips on her neck, his hands roaming her body, and she couldn’t help but arch into him, her hips pressing back against his erection.
“Rhys...” she started, her voice a breathless plea, torn between her body’s demands and her mind’s caution.
Rhys captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, silencing her protest. He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers, his kiss leaving no doubt about his intention.
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the length of him pressed against her, his hips moved, his cock rubbing against her pussy, igniting a fire deep within her. Rhys reached a hand between them, positioning himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers, seeking her consent, her permission. Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with desire, her mind a whirlwind of emotion. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “Yes, Rhys. I want this.” He slipped into her, filling her completely, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, his body spooning hers, his front pressed against her back, his hand reaching around to cup her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what he was doing with her hair. He took a handful of her straight black locks, wrapping them around his face, burying his nose and mouth in the silky strands. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, the softness of his lips against her skin. It was intimate, erotic, and completely unexpected. Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest, her body responding to his touch, her hips beginning to move in sync with his. She could feel the length of him inside her, the slow, deliberate thrusts that sent shivers down her spine. She could also feel the weight of her hair in his hands, the tug as he pulled it taut, and the softness as he buried his face in it. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it ignited a fire deep within her.
Rhys penetrated his cock inside her pussy, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, filling her completely. At the same time, he buried his face in her hair, his lips finding her neck as he kissed her softly, his breath hot on her skin. Sarah gasped, her body arching into his touch, her hips moving in sync with his. But as his kisses lingered on her neck, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you spread my hair on your face?” Her voice was breathy, filled with a mix of curiosity and desire.
Rhys’ response was a low groan, his hips picking up the pace, his cock moving deeper inside her. “Because it feels incredible,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “I can smell you, taste you.
You’re all around me, Sarah. Your hair, your scent ... I love it all.” Rhys’ voice was a ragged whisper, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper into her. Sarah gasped, her body tensing as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Rhys ... I can’t...” she panted, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. But her hips betrayed her, moving faster, meeting his thrusts with equal force. Rhys’ grip on her hair tightened, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps. “Come for me, Sarah.
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