Page 9 of Bred By The Deputy
Nodding at me, she bows her head as her fair skin flushes pink. Dipping my head, I kiss her cheeks, her jaw, her throat, anywhere the pink touches, I think she is perfect and beautiful, even scared. I am not pleased someone ever thought they could hurt or scare her, but I am glad it brought her here to me, just as I said.
“You mentioned feed me and…” her sweet voice trails off, heated green eyes flashing up to mine.
“Fucking you…yeah, I intend to do both. Which would you prefer come first, darlin’?” I husk against her mouth, feeling the slight tremble of her body, legs tightening at my hips. We both moan and I nod. Yeah, eating can come later. We both need to come now.
Once again I scoop her up, heading for the bedroom with a sense of urgency that stuns me. I need to feel her beneath me. Wrapped tight around me. Need to hear her calling my name as I take everything she will give me. And I want it all. I want every single part of her to belong to me.
Lying her down, I loom over her, feeling my breath catch. I’ve been with a few women, but none of them ever felt…it never felt permanent. I never looked down, seeing beyond her creamy golden skin and tumbles of silky hair, to see her. To see her as the woman at my side, my wife, the mother of my children, the one person I will get to share my life with.
Seeing Della lying beneath me, waiting for me, I see all of it.
“Darlin’,” I whisper, pushing the flannel open, and ripping the buttons. “Nothing I do is done lightly. Not my work, not my cooking or even playing cards with the boys. Della, this is me telling you I meant all that talk about being mine. Knew it the minute I kissed you. There won’t be anyone else for me, I tasted it the second I got a hit of you.”
“Dole…” her soft cry cuts through the organ beating in my chest, closing tight around it. It belongs to her now. I belong to her.
Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting her body in shadows and silver light. For a heartbeat, I just look at her. At each slope and curve of her. Tiny tattoos mark her golden skin beneath her left breast, down her left side, and across her left hip. Bending, I kiss each before I trace their shape with my tongue.
Della pushes at my sweats with her knees, making me chuckle against her breast before I lick a path between the pert handfuls. My hands grip her hips, pinning her down as she twists beneath me. Her soft tits brush against my chest, the stiff nipples driving shots of pleasure right to my dick. I drop my hips a little, letting my jutting cock rub against her pussy.
“Hell,” I groan against her throat as I rock my hips. “Baby, you’re soaked. Because you know you’re meant to be mine. It doesn’t matter if we met twelve hours ago or twelve months ago. You’re mine, darlin’, tell me you get that, tell me you know there is no going back for us.”
Staring up at me, jade eyes glittering in the darkness, her full pink mouth turns up slightly. A half-grin that makes her eyes shine even brighter. Her head nods as that grin becomes full-blown, taking my breath away. Lowering closer, I touch my mouth to hers, needing to hear her say it, needing it said out loud, so the world hears it.
“Say you’re mine,” I growl, glancing down to watch the crude way my cock spreads her wet folds open, wanting to push deep, wanting to plunder her and own her.
Beneath me, she gasps, twisting her hips, seeking my heavy cock. I chuckle, pulling back, teasing her. When she whimpers and whines, arching until her wetness rubs against the swollen head, I groan, wrapping a hand around her throat to pin her down.
“Say it,” I demand, rocking my hips slowly.
“I am. I am yours, baby,” she moans that endearment throatily, crying out when I grunt and thrust my hips.
“Ah, hell,” I hiss against her mouth as she closes tight around me, her thighs trembling at my hips. “Della, sweetheart…I knew the moment I pulled you over. I would have locked you up on the spot if I thought you were trying to get out of town. I knew you were mine,” I murmur roughly.
We pick up a rhythm that has us both panting, hands fumbling, mouths eager as we fight one another to get what we want out of each other. I kiss down the column of her throat as she throws her head back, chanting something I can’t understand. I thrust faster, seeking to get deeper, to fill her with my seed, to get her pregnant, round, and tied to me for the rest of our lives.
I won’t risk ever being without her again.
“Dole, baby,” she shouts. Oh, that is what she was saying. Calling me baby over and over, twisting her hips in circles as I pound into her, clawing at my back as I fuck her harder, obsessed with the idea of coming with her. Coming inside her and staying inside until every drop gets where it belongs.
“Della, tell me how many babies you want, darlin’,” I grunt, holding her hips to tilt them up as I kneel between her thighs.
“How many do you want to give me, deputy?”
“Ah fuck, that’s my girl. Going to keep you safe. Gonna put my babies in you,” I roar, running a hand over her soft tummy. “As many as your perfect body will carry, darlin’,”
Locking her thighs tight around me, she nods against the pillow. Her feet press at my ass, urging me deeper, her panting breath telling me to go harder, faster. I do what my lady tells me to, still gripping her throat as I start to thrust faster, faster, the big bed slamming against the wood logs of the cabin.
“Oh, hell, there it is,” I choke out as her pussy clenches tight, her thighs shaking as her head thrashes. “Come for me, darlin’. Be my good girl and let me feel what heaven is while you come on my cock.”
“Dole!”
Her nails claw at my shoulders, drawing blood as she comes. Her tits bounce softly as her body trembles, her throat working as she gasps for breath. I cradle her head, tilting it up so I can kiss her moans and claim them for mine. Just the idea of coming inside her bare makes me wild and I push deep as my orgasm tunnels through me.
“Coming inside you, take every drop sweetheart. Take it and make me a daddy. Come on, come with me so your greedy pussy swallows it all.”
Head thrown back, leg hooked around my hip to lock me deep inside her, she smiles up at me. It’s the single most stunning smile I have ever seen. It is a sated, carnal, possessive, contented grin that makes me feel like a man as nothing else ever has.
“Give me all of it, deputy,” she purrs, her hand cupping the back of my head to pull me down for a searing kiss.
