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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      When_by_Victoria_Laurie
  Additional Tags:
      Wall_Sex, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Oral_Sex, Sex, Sexual_Content,
      Detectives, Detective_and_Suspect, Rough_Sex, Underage_Sex, Closet_Sex,
      Hospital_Sex, Smut, My_First_Smut, Shameless_Smut, Clothed_Sex, Slight
      Dirty_Talk, Implied/Referenced_Cheating, Maddie/Agent_Wallace, Slight
      changes, Based_on_scene_from_a_book, sorry_if_it_sucks, Plot_What_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-30 Words: 1941
****** A Case of Lust ******
by EternalDemure
Summary
     Ever since Maddie got pulled into the suspect's list of a boys
     murder, she couldn't stop thinking about her sexual fantasies with
     one of the two agents assigned to investigate her case... But, little
     did she know, said agent felt the same way about her.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
I never liked hospitals. Just the thought of how many people died in here and
how easy it could be to catch a disease makes my stomach feel queasy. Also, the
smell is just… Well, not something I’d like to smell on a daily basis.
Yesterday, my mom got sent to the hospital for having run away from the house,
drunk. She didn’t drive or get seriously injured or anything, but I’ve been
told that she doesn’t look too good. Normally I wouldn’t have been permitted to
leave my house—which is silly, because I haven’t done anything!—but after
having annoyed the detectives parked outside my house long enough, they finally
gave in.
I mean she is my mom, after all.
Sometimes, I feel like her mom. Since my dad died, she basically gave up on
herself, drinking nearly every night and letting me take care of the house and
cooking.
I’m walking down a hall now, nearly arrived at where I was told my mom’s room
is, when an arm suddenly wraps itself around my bicep.
“Hey! It’s okay. Just me,” says Agent Wallace, when I instinctively open my
mouth to scream. “I thought you were going to wait outside,” I say instead.
He shrugs broad shoulders. “I know. I just… Wanted to tell you something.” His
blue—almost gray—eyes flick left and right as if checking to make sure nobody
is watching. Then, with a “C’mere,’ he takes my arm again and walks me into a
storage closet.
Not knowing what to do with myself as I watch him carefully click the door
shut, my hands cross over my chest to take hold of my upper arms. I feel a
slight warmth in my stomach as he does this, but push it aside quickly. This is
strictly business. “Did you find something out?” I ask.
Agent Wallace nods.
If I had to put an age on him, I’d say he was about fifteen years older than
me—which would put him in his early thirty’s. Wallace was assigned to my case
alongside Agent Smith when the first boy was killed—and fingers pointed
themselves at me. I think he definitely thought I was suspicious at first, but
as the case went on and new information arose, I’m pretty sure he stands on my
side now. Unless that’s all part of his plan to make me ‘open up’ to him.
I’m about to ask him if he can specify but, before I can, his large hand finds
its way to my wrist, gripping it, hard.
Alarmed, I look up and into his eyes, only to find them being burned into my
own hazel ones. Something like lust darkens them.
I try to pull my arm away, but find no success. “Agent Wallace…” I warn.
He uses my wrist to pull me a step closer to him. “You know,” He says, voice
thick. “Ever since I came to see you in school, I’ve wanted to fuck the shit
out of that teenage cunt of yours.”
Despite my inner protests, his words find their way to my abdomen, and then
lower. I say his name again, which only seems to encourage him furthermore.
His long lips curve into a lustful smile. At the same time, he pulls me again,
this time so close that I can feel and taste his warm breath hitting my lips,
my chin.
I think about how much additional trouble this could put me in. I think about
how Agent Wallace can turn this all back on me in the blink of an eye.
And I don’t care.
Truth is, as soon as I walked into that principal office and saw Wallace’s
handsome, clean-shaven face sitting alongside the one of an old man, he’s been
the source of my own lust. The face I imagined when rubbed myself into
oblivion. With his gorgeous head of wild, dirty blond hair and thick eyebrows,
anyone would find him incredibly hot. My best and only friend, Cathy, thought
the same too the first time she saw him trailing me at the park about a week
back.
I let my breath, now, hit his face as well, just for a few before before I
whisper, “Then, fuck me.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs to pull me into a hot, steamy kiss.
Immediately, his warm tongue slips into my mouth, claiming every, single inch
of it.
My hands find their way into his hair, massaging and pulling at it hardly.
He moans once in my mouth, his large, strong hands slapping onto my jean-
covered cheeks. He squeezes them both once, just as hard as I’m tugging at his
hair, before lifting me up against the storage walls. Without thought, my legs
wrap around his strong waist, willing him to close that hairline inch that’s
separating us.
He does.
And as he pressed himself against me, his hard, throbbing cock finds my
stomach.
He bites my plump lip, as if he knows how strongly this is turning me on. Heck,
he probably does, what with the high levels of observance he possess. He is a
detective, after all.
“Madeline,” He breathes between kisses, pulling his tongue back into his own
mouth before giving my own another lick. As he does this, one of his hands
leaves my behind and begins to stoke my cunt through my pants. I look into his
eyes and grab his cock between the small space now separating us again, and
stroke him as best I can, given our position.
He growls, which drives me even crazier. God his sounds are sexy. “Madeline,”
he says again,” you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
I smile. He sets me on the ground and rips my jeans off. I strip myself of my
hoodie, leaving me in only a thin, light blue tank top. He takes exactly
another second to pull his dick through to hole in his pants suit before he has
me right back up against the wall. Our lips and tongues lock in another battle
while I feel him pull my white panties to the side. His fingers stroke my
soaking wet cunt. A moment later, he brings those same fingers up to our mouths
for both of us to taste.
I never thought I’d enjoy the taste of my own pussy as much as I do now. If I
could manage, I think I’d eat myself up every day for breakfast, lunch and
supper without a seconds thought.
Suddenly, I feel something pierce me in a single, hard thrust and I soon find
out that it’s Wallace’s cock devouring my pussy. During that same thrust, his
impossibly long length taps my G-spot, making me bite back a yell of glory.
I soon find that Agent Wallace has no mercy.
He doesn’t give me a moment to settle before me power fucks my cunt to the
heaven’s.
His balls slap against my ass, over, and over, and over. His thin tip bumps
into that gorgeous spot inside me with every, strong thrust. “Fucking, shit!
Fuck, oh fuck, God! Oh yeah, fuck the shit out of me, Wallace, wreck
my—oh!—fucking insides!”
“Agent,” he growls between moans.
I moan back.
He fists my auburn hair and yanks it. I feel like my hair is going to rip away
from my scalp, and I swear my cunt get’s even wetter.
“Agent Wallace,” I whine.
“Maddie,” He growls, still pumping me up and down his full length. I don’t know
where he gets all this energy from. I guess that’s a perk from working with the
police.
Wallace hooks a single finger in my mouth and pulls it open. I press my hands
against his still-clothed chest, trying to hold myself up. I feel a comforting,
twisting warmth pool in my stomach. I've only felt this a number of times.
Once, when I lost my virginity fucking this guy I'd just met in the locker-
room, several more times the day after I found my moms tiny stash of vibrators.
God bless her. And fuck toys.
Now, my head falls back against the wall as my first orgasm hits me.
My walls pulsate and clench tightly around his dick, but he still manages to
hold his own cum down. Mine, however, bursts out of me, soaking my panties,
legs, the front of his pants and dripping in a slippery puddle onto the floor.
I feel that I’m shaking and decide to steady myself by wrapping my arms around
his neck and pulling him closer. I moan into his neck; he bites mine, licks it
like an animal.
A dozen more pumps pass when he finally whispers into my ear again. “You’re on
birth control.” He says as if stating a fact.
I grin, almost drunkly, at the wall behind him. My head bobs to the right at a
steady pace because of how hard he's screwing me. “Did you—uh,—peak into my
medical infoooo, oh, oh yes. Oh, fuck, you're so big, Agent Wallace” I say.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he smacks his long cock straight into me and holds
it there. A second later, I feel a hot spurt of cum shooting deep inside me.
Another, intense thrust. Then, a second string of semen finds me.
He does this exactly seven times, grunting deep “uhhh!”’s and “Mmm!”’s with
each ball-slapping pump.
Thrust. Cum. Thrust. Cum. Thrust. Cum. All of if warming my insides. I've never
had a man cum so deep in my pussy. I should make it a weekly thing. Oh, fuck,
if heaven exists, this is it.
When he’s done, I slouch against him, and he against me. As he does, his
softening rod slides back into me, deep. Nonetheless, it still manages to rub
against my G-spot. I try to hold myself together, but a second wave of lust
fills my stomach and I erupt once more, spilling clear liquids all over the
place. The janitor's going to half fun cleaning this off the floor. I wonder if
he—or she's—going to know what exactly this mess is. I hope so.
“Maddie,” Wallace breathes. “You’re so good.”
I pull my head back to look into his eyes. “What about your wife?”
“Having a change of pussy was exactly what my dick needed right now.”
I feel myself getting wet again. “Do you fuck her this hard?”
“She wouldn’t be able to handle me if I did.”
His cocks exits me with a pop! as he sets me back down on the ground. I pull my
jeans and hoodie back on and try my best to make my hair look normal again. I
look at his crotch, where my orgasms found him, and see that—thankfully—the
darkness of his pants covers the wetness there.
Even though I'm out of breath from the encounter and when I touch my forehead I
find it covered with sweat, Agent Wallace still looks as hot as always. Maybe
even moreso, now that I've finally felt him inside me. With a curt nod and an
"Until next time, Madeline," Wallace and his devilish, cocky smirk exits the
closet, leaving me alone to catch my breath.
 
When I make it to my mom’s room, I see that she’s awake. Aside from a few
bruises on her face, she looks better than I thought she would.
“Maddie,” She says as she see’s me. I walk over to the chair by her bed. She
watches me as I go.
“Did you hurt yourself?” She asks.
I shrug, holding back a smirk. “Something of the sort.”
End Notes
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