Page 5 of Bred By The Deputy
“Nothing about that sounds fun. Do you want to tell me what has you running, darlin’?”
Big blue eyes flutter as I tug her closer, unable to fight the desire to touch her. Her soft body turns to press into mine, hands on my chest. Head tipping back, she stares up at me for a moment, eyes searching mine. Looking for something. I hope she sees that she can trust me because if she can’t, I am not doing something right.
“Is this you, Dole asking me? Or is Deputy Cahill asking?
“Just me, darlin’. You were speeding through town to put something or someone behind you. I reckon you came here because those rich girlfriends of yours might be your last line of defense. Last folks you felt safe with. You knew they came here, to this Podunk town in the mountains, and never left. Figure you might think there is a good reason for that.”
Cupping her jaw, I tip her head back gently. Tears shimmer in her bright eyes. It might as well be a jagged knife right to my heart. Standing there with her soft, fragile frame pressed against mine, those unshed tears glittering in her beautiful eyes, something inside of me breaks open.
Room for her to fit inside, for her to find a place there in my chest. I drag her closer, fingers rubbing at her cheeks, as if willing those tears not to fall. Lowering my head, I touch my nose to hers, breathing in her sweet honeysuckle scent. Della takes a shuddering breath before her eyes close.
It might not be right, but I do plenty of things wrong. Tilting my head, I brush my mouth over hers. I have been craving the taste of her since I pulled her over in that pink Porsche. My mouth seals over hers and she moans, hands clutching at me, wrinkling my perfectly pressed uniform.
Della whimpers as I lick at her sweet lips and I groan, hands dropping to grasp her by the thighs. Lifting her against me, I walk towards the couch, bending to lie her down on it. It’s a wide, deep couch and her body sinks in as I fit her beneath me, her thighs spreading at my ribs.
“Dole,” she cries as I tear my mouth from hers, kissing her jaw, the shell of her ear, and down her throat. “I was waiting for you to kiss me. Now you better not stop,” she hisses as I nip at her pulse as it leaps beneath my lips, her hands pushing and pulling at my uniform.
“I won’t stop until you tell me to, darlin’,” I promise her, hands gathering the hem of her dress and shoving it up out of my way.
“You smell so good,” she murmurs with a soft laugh as she presses hot, wet kisses at my throat.
“You smell sweet,” I rasp as my hands slip up her thighs, fingertips brushing against her lacy panties. “Bet you’re the sweetest right here,” I hum as I rub circles at the wetness soaking the lace where her clit is.
“Dole,” she whines, twisting her hips to push her pussy into my hand, “You said you won’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Glancing up at her, our eyes clash, her need glowing in those green eyes. I smirk as her hands come to the back of my head, her hips lifting. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging roughly, playfully. Turning my head, I bite at her bare thigh just as playfully. Body twisting beneath me, she whimpers my name again, her thighs spreading to make room for me.
Gently I kiss at the indentations my teeth made on her creamy thigh. When I lick at the marks, she hums, her thighs starting to tremble. I bite her again, on the other thigh, to be sure she has matching marks on her. Licking that mark too, I grin against her skin when she tugs at my hair again.
“Be patient, darlin’,” I tell her, sliding my hands up her thighs, and pushing her dress to her stomach. “I want to take my time with you. I want to remember every little sound you give me, the way you taste on my tongue, how sweet you come in my mouth,” I murmur as I press my mouth to her wet panties, sucking noisily at the dew there.
“Dole,” she cries, twisting beneath me, forcing me to band an arm across her hips to still her. “Please, I need…. oh…that, yes, I need that.”
Yanking her panties to the side, I lick through the seam of her, grunting as her salty sweetness covers my tongue. Closing my eyes, I slip my tongue inside of her, sucking again, swallowing down the creamy wetness that coats her pussy. I am immediately addicted to it. To her.
Flicking my eyes open, I watch her twisting still as I close my lips around her swollen clit. I pull at it with my teeth, chuckling darkly when she shouts and bucks against me. Eating her slowly, I grip her hips in my hands, holding her to my mouth as I feast on her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her hips still working, rocking her slit against my tongue as I fuck her with it.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur as I take a breath, breathing her sweet arousal deep into my lungs. “Let me see you come for me, Della.”
Rising slightly, she stares down at me as I eat her greedily. Thighs tensing, both her hands laced at the back of my head, holding my mouth to her. I smile against her wet flesh, slipping two fingers inside her. Della cries out, falling back as she comes, filling my mouth with her sugar.
Falling back, her entire body trembles as I lick at her still, savoring each drop of her that hits my tongue. Pushing at her dress, I move over her, lifting it up and off. Della pulls at my uniform, and I let her. I pin her beneath me as I cradle her jaw, tipping her head back.
“Come on, darlin’, come take a shower with me.”
“We’re not that dirty yet, deputy,” she purrs, rubbing her soft, tear-drop tits against my bare chest.
Grunting, I tangle my fist in her thick, blonde waves, tilting her head back. Della gazes up at me, eyes softening as she opens her mouth. I groan and bend my head, licking my tongue into her mouth so she can suckle at it. My cock bobs between us, but we’re taking that shower before we get any dirtier.
“We’re just getting started, darlin’.
“Is that so, deputy?”
“Yeah, it is. Do you want to know why?”
Staring up at me, she falls back against the couch, tossing her arms over her head. This one loves to be dramatic, I see. Smiling, I bend close, letting my hands learn the shape of her, in no rush. Her body is a thing of perfection. Creamy skin, long legs, round hips. Soft tits that fill my hand, the peachy pink nipples stiff against my palm.
