Obstruction of Justice

Officer Abigail Mac strides to the front door, jaw set, shoulders squared. Kissa Sins greets her in a silk robe, eyes already sliding over the crisp uniform. A loud bang inside, she claims. Abigail nods, steps across the threshold, notepad ready. She doesn’t notice the homeowner’s glance dropping to the swing of her hips, or the way Kissa’s tongue traces her own lip before she closes the door behind them. Abigail clears each room fast, hand on her holster. Behind her, Kissa follows barefoot, drinking in the flex of the cop’s ass. No sign of an intruder anywhere. The lack of concern on the homeowner’s face grates on Abigail—people could get hurt, this isn’t a joke—and she presses for details. Kissa points her toward the living room, lips twitching. Abigail scans the carpet, coffee table, curtains. “No shattered glass,” she says. “No forced entry. You sure you heard—” She turns. Kissa is right there, smile lazy. “The bang?” Kissa murmurs. “Maybe it’s standing right in front of me.” Abigail sighs, the weight of every fake call she’s ever answered settling on her chest. She’s about to turn on her heel when Kissa lunges. One shove sends her sprawling onto the cushions; the next pins her wrists above her head. Silk robe parts; warm thighs straddle navy polyester. “I’m on duty,” Abigail warns, breath hitching as Kissa grinds down. Kissa answers by cupping both breasts through the shirt, thumbs circling already-tight nipples. Abigail arches despite herself. Moans spill out before she can swallow them. Kissa’s mouth finds hers, then her throat, then lower—uniform buttons flicked open, lace yanked aside. The first long lick up her slick folds knocks the last protest from Abigail’s lips. Duty dissolves into the wet sounds filling the quiet house. Abigail’s thighs clamp around Kissa’s head as the woman devours her, tongue relentless, fingers working in tandem. She comes hard, shaking the cushions, badge digging into skin. When the second wave hits, any trace of the uptight officer is gone, replaced by someone who knows exactly how good it feels to be wanted like this.