Page 13 of Bred By The Deputy
“This is perfect. Being with you is perfect, Della,” I whisper.
“It is. This feels like real life. This is who I want to be, baby, with you,” she rasps gently, pressing closer, kissing me between giving me the sweetest words I have ever heard. “You said you would show me how to fall in love with you. I think I will. I think I will learn what love is supposed to feel like with you. Because of you,” her words come faster, her breath panting sweetly against my lips as she starts moving against me.
“I can bemewith you. Not just a pretty face or some good-doer rich girl. Until you took me home and told me that you believed forever was going to happen for us, I never thought I would get tobe me.Now I am. Now I can be me, with you. Because you were right. I was meant to wind up right here, with you. Being yours is who I was meant to be.”
Della reaches between us, shocking me by yanking at my pants. I follow her lead, pulling the sweats she begrudgingly put on earlier. I grunt when I feel her bare pussy soaking my hand just as she wraps hers around my cock. This was supposed to be a romantic start to giving her everything.
Getting another chance to knock her up will work fine too.
“Dole,” she pants, lifting her hips to guide me to her pussy, moaning as my hard cock pushed inside her. “Come on, baby, give me some more. Give me some babies, deputy. I want to be barefoot and pregnant in that cute cabin with my hot deputy and a dozen little deputies. Give me it,” she moans, taking me deeper and deeper as she drops her hips.
“Come here, let me get as deep as I can go, darlin’. Let me fuck my cum into that eager pussy. Fuck, you’re so hot, I can’t wait to see you round with my child,” grunting the words, I yank at her sweatshirt, throwing it towards the fire so I can burrow my face in her tits.
“Yes,” she cries out, bouncing slowly on my surging cock. “I want it. I want it with you, baby. God, you feel so good. I never knew it could feel so good. It wouldn’t, would it, deputy? Not with anyone else.”
“Fucking right,” I hiss against her nipple as I suckle at it hard. “No one else will fill you up the way I will. No one else will take my cum so good. Come on, sweetheart, make me come in this perfect pussy.”
Della leans back, her skin glowing in the dark twilight and the shadows of the fire. I am mesmerized by the sight she makes as she takes me. As she begs me to tie her to me with my child, ties us together.
“I’ll give you everything, darlin’,” I swear as I pump up into her, gathering her close so I can seal a promise to her lips. “Going to give you everything you could ever want. Forever, and ever after, say it. Say it.”
“God! Yes, yes, forever and ever after. Oh, yes, Dole!”
By the crackling fire, we make love until it’s dark. Until all I can see is the shadows of the moon and the dancing firelight on her skin. I make her promises in the dark with my mouth, with my body, with my soul.
I promise I will give her everything she could ever want because she gave me her.
Chapter Eight
Della
Being at peace is a feeling I could get used to.
Life in a tiny cabin in a picture-perfect little town, with the sweetest, sexiest man I have ever known is not the sort of life I ever saw for myself. Now I can’t think of a better life. This is just where I was meant to be, and Dole is just the person I was meant to be with.
“Morning beautiful,” he hums as he rubs my back, waking me from another night of the best dreams.
Sighing as I stretch against him, letting him work his magic on my bare skin, I smile against the pillows. They smell of him, of me, of the two of us together and I never get enough. His uniform is rough against my bare skin, and I pout at the reminder he will be leaving me.
“Don’t go to work,” I whine, pushing my ass back against him, feeling the weight of his buckle.
“Wish I could stay all day, darlin’,” he hums against the back of my neck, one of his hands sliding up to cup my bare breast. “I am on duty till eight. Then I am on duty to you, sweetheart.”
“Hmm, I suppose I ought to let you go be a hero for the rest of Driftwood,” I tease, moaning when I feel his thick, hardness press against my ass. I turn on my back, trying to tempt him the way he always tempts me.
Two months of waking up with this man. With a man who makes me feel safe, sexier than I have ever felt, and satisfied in a way I have never known. Not just with orgasms. But lord the orgasms he gives. I love this new life I am living with him so much I don’t miss a single thing from my old life.
Whenever he is on duty, I play happy homemaker. After playing a role for a long time that never fit, this is different. This role suits me. I am good at it, good at doing things here at the cabin, cooking meals, working the sprawling garden, hell I started a flower garden out front that I am damn proud of.
This is the life for me—as long as I am living it with Dole.
Thinking about awhole daywithout him, I decide to make him late. I tug at his belt, knowing full well he won’t deny me. It is his damn fault I cannot get enough of him. Spreading my legs, I trap him, yanking at his zipper as he groans, putting up little fight.
“Darlin’, I can’t be late again,” he husks without conviction.
“Make it quick, baby,” I plead, moaning as I wrap my hands around his hardness. “Don’t make me…. oh, yes, baby,” I whimper as he thrusts inside of me, chuckling because we both knew I was going to get my way.
“Hmm, my girl is so eager in the morning,” he teases me playfully.
