#asdamimasm

[lecheroustaint]

Harley had been at this for a long, long time. Perhaps a younger version of himself would have done the 'right' thing during that one faithful day in the parking lot. With age came wisdom and if he had done the morally correct thing, he wouldn't have gotten his one of the sloppiest memorable blowjobs to date. By a stroke of fate, Harley had sat in on her first interview when she tried to get her foot in the door at the precinct. His presence was more so to evaluate the job of the person conducting the interview. The moment he saw Nicky, the evaluation took a backseat. The older male didn't even say a single word to the young hopeful but did the more important thing - he listened. He never took his cold, judging gaze off Nicky the entire time. When there was something of note, he jots a note down quickly in little black book. Harley didn't get to where he was now by just skating by and letting his dreams come to him. It was his curse and ultimately, it had been the reason why his first marriage failed.

After knocking up his girlfriend at a 18, his younger self aimed to do right by her. The couple got married and took on the world together. Harley's workhorse mentality kicked in as he tried to be the best provider he could be for their young family. The desire to ensure his family was taken care of ended up being the double edged sword that was their downfall. He worked himself to the bone, climbing through the ranks from spunky upstart to the chief of police he was today. It was draining - physically and mentally but he tried to tell himself that it was worth it. In hindsight, there had been signs of their downfall (had he been paying enough attention). He never thought his wife would cheat on him. It wasn't until he came home to find her skewered on a strangers cock that his world came crashing down. Harley doesn't quite remember what happened after other than he blacked out in a fit of rage and woke with two hands marred with bruised knuckles and open wounds. A part of him died that day and every since, he'd secretly despised himself for letting it happen. To distract and numb himself from the pain, he turned to drugs and sex. At least when he was high as a kite or balls deep in some pussy, he didn't have to think of failing his family. Harley never spoke to his wife ever since the incident but did his best to stay in his daughter's life. She constantly told him that it wasn't all his fault but the words often fell on deaf ears. After his daughter also got pregnant at 18, he made tried to fix some of his wrongdoings and be more present for his grandchild. It did make it even more fucked up to realize that Nicky was a closer age to his granddaughter than she was to his daughter. It was vile but it was also undeniable. The girl was more than just a hot piece of ass. You could walk into any bar or club and take home any girl with Daddy issues to milk your dick into if you wanted. None of them would show a fraction of the dedication that he'd seen from Nicky, even during their short time together. When he was asked to guest speak at his granddaughter's high school, he only accepted on the grounds he could bring one of the new hires on the force. What seemed like a kind gesture of mentorship was really an excuse to have Nicky on her knees behind the podium, sucking out his thick, potent seed from his cum swollen balls. Unfortunately for her, Harley is quite the eloquent speaker and she was forced to keep his cock warm in her mouth for nearly two hours. He vividly remembers having to cover his slap with a cough when she dared to stop throating his fat dick during his speech. The reward for showing such dedication to her job was a thick load deep inside her guts in his cruiser whilst still in the school parking lot. Apparently fucking in their cars was quickly becoming their MO.

nicky thrives in the bustling atmosphere of the precinct. the days there blur into a whirlwind of paperwork, bothering her coworkers, and an occasional adrenaline rush. she's drawn to an enigmatic figure amidst the chaos: the police chief. nicky could understand the crushing weight of rising onto the pedestal presented to you, no issues there. it's one of the first things they find to have in common. most of their encounters are clandestine outside of the casual mentor-mentee connection. behind closed doors the chief reveals a side of himself that few are privileged to see. a whisper of a command and a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and he's leading the youngest bertelli down a deviant path. each of their encounters more intoxicating than the last. it's a dangerous game to be playing knowing it may cost her everything she's working so hard to achieve, and james's budding career too. yet the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins is impossible to resist. in harley, she finds release from the stresses of her day-to-day life, a reprieve from the weight of expectations and responsibilities. that's addicting by itself. nicky's tired of people who treat her like she’s too prim and precious to be human. to bleed or break. her parents. her siblings. former lovers. they mean well, they do. but nicky’s tired of well when she's lusting after something wild. someone who isn’t easily intimidated by her or the tight-knit family she comes from.

she finds that the younger the man the more likely he is to fear breaking his partner than wrecking them. and nicole herself craves a man in her life who would delight in breaking her down and building her back up. a sadist; the concept is well understood by the mouthy masochist even if the words are still foreign. she’s always had a taste for those who're older, perfectly at ease with heads turning and her family worrying about her taste in partners so long as they deliver and make the concern worthwhile. he certainly knows how to make the risk well worth the gamble. harley's presence is commanding, turning heads wherever he goes. as if that wasn't enough to enthrall the military brat in her and the insatiable desire to submit to the control of another; underneath his polished exterior lurk darker desires, ones kept hidden from prying eyes with good reason. when her boss finds her half-stoned in her little sedan, nicole is ready to do disgusting, self-deprecating things in hopes at least her brother has a chance to keep his job, even if she was surely on the way to losing hers. she's not even reprimanded. much to her surprise, and her offense, harley questions the quality of the pot, inviting himself in to partake in the smoke session after nicole scoffs for assuming she didn’t know better than to risk it all over ditch weed. there's disappointment she didn’t have to degrade herself to keep the peace, then an adrenaline rush as things between them escalate. culminating with harley’s cock hitting the back of nicky’s throat as she makes a mess of herself with her drool and tears. now, the mutual intrigue is bordering on obsession; further proof in nicky’s book that she’s one of god’s favorites. destined for anything she longs for as long as she’s truly craving it. currently, nicky longs for the chief of police’s attention and approval. as much as she can milk out of him. her new hobby might just become fascinating and enthralling the man with the extent of her depravity. how far she’s willing to push herself to please.

neatly groomed brows furrow as she studies harley with a quizzical look, like she can’t quite understand the language of the question. eyes trail over the lines on his face, silvery strands contrasting against the inky blackness of his hair. all markers of age on the man, leaving nicky lusting over him to the point of ignoring basic safeguards drilled into her head practically from birth. she can't deny the sound of the gun cocking makes her cunt clench. as he wonders out loud about the best way to abuse her holes, she's overcome with fearful arousal. a hazardous, deliciously intoxicating combo. yes, nicole knows better than to be doing this shit. and yet, she also knows better than to second-guess harley and any warning signs he's merciful enough to grant. "if you're feeling nice enough to give me a countdown i guess i better not waste your patience, huh, dad?" with that, she kneels before him in a position familiar to them. but the feeling of running her tongue along the underside of the barrel of his gun is entirely new. alarming and alluring all in one go. "oh, fuck me." she curses, eyes rolling upwards not because nicky hates this. but because she understands how screwed she is, now that she knows how exhilarating the rush of fear and danger can be. glossy, full lips wrap around the muzzle. she slurps at it much like she has the head of his cock. the barrel of the gun disappearing inch by inch deeper into her mouth until the trigger guard stops her from going any deeper. cute, choked noises escape her, though she refuses to pull back in favor of forcing herself to breathe through her nose. all so nicky can blink up at the older man, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazes at him adoringly.