Hellhound Doorkicker Lewd

>Relaxing in your apartment
>Work wasn't bad
>Just the usual stuff from being a cashier
>Flashed multiple times, many offers to pay for it in other ways
>Yes ma'am, no ma'am I can't accept that
>Standard work day
>Your thoughts kept drifting to your next door neighbor though
>She's a Hellhound on the cities S.W.A.T Force
>Everytime you go over for drinks she tells the story of how she wanted to be a cop
>Ever since she was a little kid
>She goes on and on about it
>Then she falls asleep curled against you
>You see yourself out everytime
>Just thinking of the way she smells though
>Like gun oil, cinnamon and heat. Sometimes sweat was mixed in after a long day
>The way her fatigues hugged her hips, and how the material stretched over her thighs
>Or how she once popped the buttons on her button down shirt while laughing at a joke of hers
>She got embarrassed until she noticed you were blushing harder than her
>She started bending towards you, sensually moving her paws over her stomach and up to the sides of her breasts
>She pressed them together, her skin glistening with sweat
>You could just make out the difference in color of her areola, the rest of her nipples obscured by her paws
>"Anon I ruined my uniform! Maybe you should punish me for breaking regulations?"
>Her voice was smooth, the dripping seduction echoing in your head
>Maybe this wasn't the best idea, being drunk and all
>You awkwardly stood, and saw yourself out
>Your neighbor sighing roughly, sitting down for another drink as you closed the door
>Your room was right next door
>It took less than a minute for you to start undressing, thinking of what you just saw
>Maybe going back would be a better idea, it couldn't harm anyone right?
>Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash at your front door
>You ran to the front room, in time to see your door fly off your hinges, a booted foot stepping in
>It was your neighbor, a light sheen of sweat over her as she sniffed the room frantically
>"I could smell your lust"
>And with this she sprinted into the room, directly at you
>Whether it was fear or acceptance you stood your ground
>Until she tackled you, taking you both to the floor
>Oh god how did her eyes become hearts
>She ran her tongue over your collarbone
>Sniffing constantly as she moves her mouth lower and lower
>From your chest
>To your stomach
>Until her tongue rested at the tip of your length
>"Oh, that's what that smell was"
>She looked doped up, her eyes glazing over as she lightly moved her tongue in circles
>Until she dropped down in a sudden movement, taking everything into her throat
>She bobbed her head rapidly, as if her life depended on it
>It was inhumanely hot in her mouth
>Whether by the heat from her or your arousal, you were beginning to sweat
>Each movement of her mouth bringing you closer to finishing
>Your neighbor moved hungrily, as if trying to get as much of your flesh into her mouth as possible
>She slurped hastily at any hint of pre-cum
>When you finish into her mouth she moans, greedily sucking down every drop
>She slowly drags herself into a sitting position, her eyes shining even more brightly
>She mutters something about breaching tight spaces, before impaling herself on your length
>Her eyes roll back slightly as she pants rapidly
>She's barely moving, shaking would be a better word
>You feel her tighten around you to an incredibly amount as she finishes her first time
>All just from having you inside
>She moves her eyes to you, staring into yours as she slowly and deliberately starts to shake her hips
>Each time she picks herself up and drops herself back down she grunts with the movement of your length
>Her insides are impossibly hot, even more than her mouth
>You notice you're taking her through nothing more than a ripped hole in her fatigues
>Whether it be the combination of the heat, the smell, or her lewd noises something primal in you begs to get out
>You grab onto her shoulders, pushing up and over, slamming her into a mating press
>Her heart shaped pupils roll up, as she screams loudly, her claws dragging across your arms
>You push into her as far as you can, the primal urge in your head egging you on
>Her grip on your arms weaken as her head rolls to the side, her arms dropping limply
>She's nothing more than a moaning mess
>Each thrust elicits another moan
>You move a hand to one of her breasts that teased you earlier
>Taking it into your hand and squeezing lightly, a creamy milk pooling around her nipple
>You pull your hand away and lick it
>It tastes like hot chocolate, with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon almost hot enough to burn your tongue
>She coos softly, seeing you do this
>With that, she takes advantage of the lack in your concentration, pushing you back to the floor
>Her eyes burn into your soul as she moves her face directly over yours
>Bouncing her hips roughly
>She licks her lips, feeling your length twitch in her
>Each thrust brings you closer
>Her pace only increasing until you struggle to get out
>It feels too good
>Burning hot, wet and tight, your neighbor holds inside her
>You finishing in her brings her lips to yours
>Her fatigues stained an off white around her crotch
>She lays atop you for what seems like hours, moving her hips slowly
>Her insides seem to be milking out every drop
>Moving in with her the next day was probably the best decision you ever made
>But when she came to you a few months later after work, saying that she was pregnant
>Maybe finishing inside was the best decision
>Not that you had much choice