Wanted Man (Bad Cop #1) Extreme Sexual Content

Part 3 of Whirlwind

I tossed my keys on the KitchenIsland as I entered my house and called up my besty Sophia. It rung two times before she answered it “Hello?” she answered, somewhat out of breath.

I plopped down on my couch “Am I disturbing?” I giggled.

“Naw, we just got done sexing”.

I laughed,“Well you won’t believe what the hell happened to me just 30 minutes ago”.

The phone muffled again and then it was clear “Had to walk away from the babe, so what happened?”

I poured her all the juicy details and she couldn’t keep her ohh’s and awws to herself. “Damn, that just made me horny again, how come you have all these encounters with hot men?”

I shrugged, like she could see me “That’s not half of what happens”. She giggled, “do you like him?” “Hell no, he’s an asshole”. “But I thought you said the sex was good”, she said confused. “Yes I did, but I also didn’t mention he’s all into himself and totally disrespectful”. “ Hmm, well the cock is always good, you’ll get over it”.

I rolled my eyes“I’m going to bed bitch, talk to you later”. “You better mark your calendar for the event”. “Stop freaking worrying, that event means to me as much as it means to you”. “Ok well get you some rest baby, I think I’ll go have round two now”. I shook my head and hung up, Sophia’s always been so damn out front. But I think that’s a good trait she haves, but only sometimes.

I stripped naked and got under my covers, and then slipped into a sweet naughty dream.  

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I must of slept a few hours, my phone rang ‘Bitch don’t kill my vibe’, came from my phone loud throughout my room. I groaned in my pillow and kicked my phone to the floor. It stopped and I drifted again. But then the ring tone went off again.

I sat up sluggishly and plopped to the bottom of my bed, and searched the floor for my phone. I grabbed it, just a little under my bed and looked at the caller i.d, who the hell is calling me 5 o’clock in the morning? I thought to myself, ‘Family or emergency’, so I answered it.

“It better be a damn bomb about to go off”, I mumbled.

“Morning sleepy head”, Shawn said over the phone.

I wiped the hair from my face and sat up straighter; now awake. “How in the living hell do you have my number?” “That’s not important right now, what I want to know is how’s your sweet little cunt doing?”

“Don’t worry about me and my sweet little cunt, perv. Why are you calling me this early in the morning? Why are you calling me at all?”

“Why are you so hostile with me Tiny? Haven’t my cock calmed you?” “Can I report police for sexual harassment?”

“Oh baby, no need for that”.

“How did you get my number?” I asked again.

“I had your phone for 0.6 seconds, I just took a peek”.

“Damn stalker” I crossed my arms.  As much as i wanted him..This is where he crossed the line...And I fucking loved it...