Page 22 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
Absentmindedly, with my free hand, I took a hold of my length, stroking myself as I watched the rapturous sight she made.
“Look at you, Cookie.” My blood felt like it was blazing white hot as it ran through my veins, most of it probably down south as I jerked myself. Using the bead of clear liquid that had beaded up as lube. “So fucking pretty. Jesus, babe, never seen anything more stunning than you.”
“Luke.” She licked her lips, leaving them shiny and wet. My cock strained to get closer, her warm breath already tickling and making my balls tighten at the base.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked, stroking her face.
“May I?” Her eyes dropped to my cock.
The moment my hands dropped to my sides, she was there, wrapping hers around the girth of my dick. The sight of that small delicate hand I knew was so damn strong and capable made me weak in the knees. But it was her mouth as she leaned closer, enveloping those beautiful, perfectly made lips wrappedaround the head of my dick that went to my head faster than the first time I’d taken a shot of Jim Beam.
Everything disappeared.
Deep guttural noises escaped from me as I let the bliss of her warm cavernous mouth take me. Little by little, inch by inch. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and I let the sensations take over.
“Fuck,” I growled. My hand covered the back of her head, fingers tangled with her dark tresses. She opened wider, struggling with my girth but determined to take more of me. I forced my eyes open to watch the show. Shit, she was a sight to behold. If I let her do any more, this whole fucking thig would end before it really got started.
And fuck that if I was going to nut in her mouth.
Not the first time.
Not when my seed already painted her skin. No. I needed to watch my cum slip out from between her thighs. Something snapped inside of me, and I stepped back. Hating and loving the dirty sight it created. Saliva strings connected from my woman’s mouth to my cock, and she whimpered like I’d fucking taken away her favorite toy.
“Luke.” She pouted, but I shook my head. Lifting her up, I turned her back around and pushed her gently against the entrance table that sat under the mirror.
“You liked sucking your man, baby?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her lips swollen and plump.
“You’re incredible at it. Too good.” I winked, and she preened. “I think we both know it’s time for more,” I mumbled.
Taking the hint, both our hands made quick work of lifting her skirt as she bent forward. Her panties were already shredded thanks to what we’d done in the lot, and when I looked at her, my mouth watered for another taste.
“Fuck it,” I growled, leaning forward, needing her sugary essence coating my tongue while I fucked her.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Yes! Right there!” she cried, clenching the table, arching her ass for me, opening her legs wider. “I’m too close, Luke…” Her voice cracked. “Please, baby, fuck me,” she pleaded so fucking desperately, so damn beautifully, there was nothing else I could do but give into her every whim. “I need…I need you,” she breathlessly begged. It snapped me into action. Standing up to my full height, holding my cock in my hand, I lined it up with her dewy entrance.
“Look at how wet you are,” I rasped.
“Please,” she almost growled, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I was a fucking bastard. I didn’t dare look down at where we were almost connected.
“Luke,” she gasped.
“Tell me.” Sweat beaded at my forehead as she arched her back, lifting that pussy closer to my mushroom tip.
“I’m yours,” she huffed. With an arrogant smile on my face, one of a very proud male getting what he wanted, I thrust inside of her. Deep. In one long motion. She moaned with pleasure, and my balls drew up tighter. I was shocked and impressed with myself that I didn’t come right then and there.
I loved the soft hungry sounds she made.
Her tight little snatch molded and stretched around me, gripping me like a glove. Glancing down at where we were connected, I wished I had my phone to take a picture to commemorate the moment and add it to the pile of other pictures I’d taken of her.
“Fuck!” she cursed. Her head dropped as her ass tipped higher, somehow taking me just a little deeper. I stayed still. As much as I wanted to jack hammer into her, I would never risk hurting her.
“Too much?” I breathed through my mouth. Sweat started to roll down my neck.
“No.” Her head shook. “Just…” she started to say but stopped. My hand soothed her back, and when I started to pull back, she covered my hand on her hip and squeezed. “Stay,” she breathed. “Please.”
