C3 Hot Pursuit

Harvey wanted to simply drive himself into her right now, but it would be far too quick for him, so he decided to handle it for the time being. No matter how bad it was, he was now committed to doing this. He was acting impulsively for once, and the thrill of the possibility of getting caught made this even more thrilling. Veronica grasped the shirt that he threw at her as his aroma filled her nostrils and fogged her judgment. She wanted him to take down his pants and show her the package she had already felt, so she shuddered in anticipation as he purposefully ripped off his pistol belt and threw it through the window. She was in for a tough ride because she knew he was large. He struck and tore off her blouse as she thought, keeping her attention off of what he was doing.

His desire to play rough was evident as electric fire sizzled through her body. Veronica thought she may melt into a puddle of passion as he smirked maliciously at her. When he learned her name, she didn't enjoy not knowing his. She opened her bra and dragged a pointed nail down between her breasts, "Before we move forward, tell me your name, Cop?"

He hissed and whispered, "Do you realize what a temptress you are? Harvey is my name." He was unable to look away from her recently exposed breasts.

He leaned in, pushed her down into the seat, and placed his lips over her breast because he had to taste it. As his scorching hot lips sucked on her nipple, she gasped. His back was scratched by her hands as they extended over him and had pointed nails. As she felt his muscles tremble as a result of that contact, she grinned viciously. She slashed his back with fire with her nails, and he bit back a groan. As he devoured her body, his cock beat fiercely against his jeans. He grabbed her arms and pinned them down because he needed to restrain her or risk losing control.

He kissed her right beneath her dress. She was aware that until she took action, he would continue abusing her. The fragrance of her hair, the flavor of her mouth, and the sensation of her skin seemed to have corrupted him or had gotten into the air surrounding him. Veronica was becoming his physical necessity and his addiction.

Veronica acted in a way she had never done before, pleading "Oh, dear! Simply fuck me, Harvey! Please!"

After hearing her appeal, Harvey decided to fuck it up and go slowly the next time. He swiftly undid her dress as he leaned back and sat back down. She slipped his belt open and unfastened his pants as she leaned over him, making him groan. His entire body felt the pleasure of her touches. If he didn't keep himself in check right away, he was going to erupt.

Veronica unzipped his pants and immediately pulled his boxers down with them as he inhaled deeply. He pushed her down on the seat after kicking them off. As he slammed deep into her, he virtually growled at her. Together, they hissed at the scorching heat of passion.

"Fuck! Harvey! Please!" Veronica snarled, shamelessly. This lust-filled circumstance had given her the freedom to express her spirit in a way she had never done before.

Harvey knew Veronica was referring to his cock. She needed his length and girth, filling her, stretching her, pounding her. But his lungs constricted. His jaw strained because her husky words reverberated in his head. "Fuck! Harvey! Please!" All he could think was …he needed that fuck too.

She swung around, sank her claws into his back, and used the inside of her walls to squeeze his huge cock. Harvey grunted as she crammed herself around him. He then drew back and plunged into her again, ramping up the pace because the fire had taken over him. As her nails sliced into his back, sweat beaded all over his body. The anguish combined with the furious pleasure was like someone was eating him alive. She smirked as she won her prized man, wrapped her legs around his, and followed his thrusts, which doubled the pleasure and nearly knocked her unconscious. She was making him moan, grunt, and groan. All the tension and annoyance that was erupting out of her must have something to do with the energy and viciousness of their pairing. He pressed into her. She wanted to feel his intensity. Without this, without him, her world was a mist of grey. So, she decided to tempt him more and create colorful chemistry. She wasn't any cigarette that Harvey could smoke and crush, she was a drug and he would get addicted to her.

As Veronica felt liquid gathering around her nails, she realized that her nails had drawn blood. She leaned up and bit into his neck, relishing how she could make him growl like an animal. She wanted to add to that. He was rapidly losing control as the stress and annoyance of the day erupted from him as he viciously pounded into her. The intense bite of her nails on his back brought the situation to an entirely new level. As Harvey slammed into Veronica, his rough, sweat-covered chest muscles rubbed against hers, and his chest hair brushed across her nipples, driving her insane, Veronica fell back and shouted from the intense, out-of-control pleasure. Her nails dragged down her back. She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, squeezing his cock inside of her, and bit onto his shoulder.

The tight grip she had on his throbbing erection prolonged his release until his furious pulses flowed deep inside of her, and Harvey leaned back and yelled as if it only took a bite to send him tumbling over the edge. His back ached from her nails digging into it as he crumpled on top of her while panting loudly.

Veronica groaned angrily as Harvey's massive frame crushed her beneath him, her eyes rolling from the mind-bending sensation. She was positive about one thing: the stress of the day had burnt off, and she was much more at ease.

She exclaimed, "I had dug bleeding gashes in your back with my nails," as she gazed down at Harvey's back. "Damn it, sorry Harvey."

He said panting, "Why so? That was a breathtaking experience for me."

The post-sex bliss out that he always experienced after really satisfying sex had absorbed the sting from his back. Harvey eventually managed to stand up because it was getting dark and he needed to return the car to the station to collect his.

Harvey was aware of how to contact Veronica if he needed to. And he did want to; he just didn't want to make it too clear; he simply wanted her to know that.

Putting on his boxers, he opened the door and slid out. After gathering his ticket book, writing down his ticket number, and ripping it out, he placed it back on the seat.

Veronica observed what he was doing; undoubtedly, the man was quite attractive, and this was especially true now that he had that calm appearance. She yearned to investigate that wide, strong chest, but she was aware that she was out of time. While he was writing, she arranged her clothes. She was given the ticket as Harvey got back into the car and said, "Miss Blake, please drive cautiously."

She exited after giving his chest one more look before leaving. She slipped slightly out onto the road and said, "I will now."

She went to her car, opened the door, sat down, and looked at the ticket.

"If you're feeling stressed, call me.

Harvey"

Veronica wickedly reasoned that she had nothing to do tonight as she glanced at the number, so she closed the door and launched her car. She would give Harvey around an hour to do his task before calling to see what he would do. She grinned, concluding that tonight will be entertaining after all.