Page 109 of Secrets That Bind Us
Present Day
I get out of my little spot between the large oak trees that canopy and race behind the vehicle that just flew past me. I check my gauge and notice the driver is going almost twenty miles over the speed limit. Not in my town. I flip my sirens on, but they speed up. Down we go, past the old church. Past the cemetery, the other church, down that two-lane road I’ve come to love. They pass the property, gaining speed past the Hicks’. Finally, they turn on their signal light to Houghton Cemetery– the last cemetery before reaching Old Adelaide.
I step out of the cruiser, let a small shiver go down my spine at the small early November breeze. Other than the rainstorm that happened out of nowhere– becauseTexas– it’s a beautiful day. Full of overcast. Some crows are dipping their beaks into the wet soil, the trees are starting to lose all of their leaves, making them crunch under my boots. I knock on the window of the SUV.
The driver rolls it down. “Yes?”
“Ma’am,” I greet, doing my best not to look down her shirt, breasts practically pushed up to her neck by one of those push-up bras. “Do you know just how fast you were goin’?”
She tilts her head to look at me. “Fast enough I had to slow down for you to catch me.”
I purse my lips, and grind down on my molars, feeling the muscle in my jaw tic. I huff out a breath and look over the roof of the car, seeing the vacant cemetery – the small chapel on the grounds having closed down decades ago. “I’m gonna need you to get out of the car.”
She hums, and I step back so she can open the door. A small gust of wind makes the skirt of her dress low up a bit.Christ. I lead her over to the hood. “Fine. But I want you to know I’m telling my fiancé all about this. He’s a cop here.”
I nod nonchalantly. Staring up at the trees, I bite my lip. Christ, she smells fucking good. “Sure, sure. Now, turn around, hands on the hood. Down. That’s right. Now, I’m gonna pat you down. Do you have anything on you that could be considered as a weapon?” I kick her legs apart, step a little closer so she can feel me. I start patting her down, growing hard at feeling the contours of her body under my palms. Every time the wind blows, I can smell her little floral perfume and citrus shampoo. Once I’m done patting her sides, I stand, place my hands between her breasts, and glide my hands beneath them in a swipe which makes her gasp.
Fuck yes. Music to my fucking ears.
I squat down and plant a kiss on her left ass cheek. I start at her ankles that are wrapped by the strapsof her heels, and move them upwards, so fucking slowly I can feel when her legs tremble. I like that. Up her inner thigh, to the apex of her sex. I lift my finger and gently slide it between her puffy pussy lips I had the honor of kissing last night.
“Officer, I don’t think you’re supposed to be touching me there,” She moans in a whisper.
I switch my hands to her other leg and do the same, this time slipping my index finger into her soaking entrance. “It’sSheriff, Miss Huntington. You normally drive twenty miles over the speed limit with no panties on ‘round these parts?” I plunge my finger deeper into her, which makes her moan out loud in the empty cemetery. Only for my ears. And that gets me as hard as granite.
“No?”
“Hmm… so then I’m the lucky one that got to catch you like this, huh? Bend over a little more, baby. I need to touch that sweet spot.”
She does as she’s told, obeying so prettily and then, “Oh, fuck. Dean.”
“That’s it. Say my name, baby. You know what it does to me. Now, I’m gonna lift this skirt up and eat my lunch. You okay with that?”
“Yes!”
“That’s my good girl.” I pull my fingers out, which wins me a whimper, push her skirt up, bunching it around her delicious hips, and shove my entire face into her soaking cunt, swiping my tongue from her clit to her hole and going back down, groaning when her taste explodes on my tongue. “Fuck, I love the way your pussy tastes.”
She reaches behind her to shove my face back to her pussy and I laugh. “Hands to yourself, Miss Huntington, or I’m gonna have to put you in handcuffs.”
She reaches for my head again, and I rise to my full height, grabbing her hands and my cuffs, putting them over her wrists and tightening them enough not to bruise. “Oh, fuck, Dean-”
“If you want to be a brat, Miss Huntington, I’ll treat you accordingly. Now, are you gonna let me eat this pussy ‘till you’re begging me to fuck you and I shove every fucking inch of me into you, or are you gonna whine?”
“I’ll be good.” She whimpers.
“That’s right, baby. Now, lean forward. Don’t interrupt me again.”
“Yes sir.” She bends over even further so her ass and pussy are on full display.
Fuck me. I sink back to my knees on the wet soil, no longer giving a fuck about my uniform. I’ve had worse on it than a little dirt. “God, I love you. Is all this mine, baby?” I push her ass apart and swirl my tongue around her clit and suck her into my mouth.
“Oh, God yes. No one but you. Ever. Oh, God.” She pants.
“Ain’t no God here, baby, so you cry out tome, you understand?”
“Dean!”
“Much better.” I groan, dipping back into her, pleasuring her the way she taught me how to love her body. I can feel her thighs shake, the way she rubs her pussy against my tongue seeking me. “Awww… baby… do you need more?”
