Page 14 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
I pushed one thigh open and looked down at her exposed tight, pretty, little hole.
“Look at this tight, little cookie. So wet and sweet. Are you ready for me, Olive?”
“Luke.” She licked her lips and swallowed. My eyes were glued to her throat as the image of her taking my cock and swallowing my load bombarded my mind. “Please,” she whined perfectly.
“What are you going to do for me if I make this cookie feel good, beautiful?” I had no idea why I was drawing this out. Slipping the pad of my finger at her hungry entrance but pulling away.
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you, Cookie. I want you to be mine.” I was fucking up, but the animal in me wouldn’t retreat. He didn’t regret the words and was bound to stand on business.
“Yours?” Her brows narrowed, and that’s when I lost her eyes as she shut them tightly. “Luke,” she groaned, “please stop playing games.”
“I’m not. Tell me you’ll give me a chance.” There was no denying the raw vulnerability in my tone. “Stop running from me.” I pressed a kiss on the side of her thigh, and she shook her head.
“I don’t know if“—she panted–– “you noticed, but I wasn’t the one who turned me down.”
“I explained that,” I reminded her, pushing my finger in just a little deeper, knowing that I was being an ass for not playing fair.
But when it came to my little baker, I wouldn’t.
I’d do anything. Cheat, play dirty, whatever it took to get her to love me, all while enjoying the sexy little sounds that escaped from her.
“You’re mine, Olive,” I growled, letting the stalking idiot inside of me take control and ignore the red flags. I was pushing her too much too fast. “Tell me,” I demanded, slipping my finger a little deeper.
“Damn it, Luke,” she groaned. Frustration dripped from her tone, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to give in. Hope for more.
“There’s that sass that gets me hard,” I said filthily. I knew Olive enough that sweet, tender words right now would make her kick me in the head and bolt out of my truck faster than I could sayboo. “Does you pretty kitty need more than my mouth?” I teased, knowing I was being a dick and not giving two shits about it. Anything to hear her say my name. To tell me she was mine.
“Please.” Her thighs trembled as the pad of my finger popped out of her tight little sugary hole and started to slide betweenher slit. I purposely avoided her clit. “Luke!” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“Tell me what I need to hear,” I coaxed. She blinked, and her furrowed brow relaxed slightly. “Give us a chance, and I will make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to walk.”
“I didn’t take you as arrogant, Sheriff.” She might have clipped the words, but my woman’s bark was louder than her bite. I felt my lips tilt upward.
“Tell me what I need to hear, and you’ll find out if it’s merely arrogance or confidence. You don’t think I know what my woman needs?” The term slipped past my lips, and the only hint she gave that she caught it was the way she gasped.
But that little sound could have also been because I’d started to pet her clit.
“Give me what I want, Cookie,” I demanded again. The tone of my voice left little room for argument.
“Fine,” she groaned, her head tilting back, exposing her neck as those gorgeous tits of hers bounced under the scoop neckline of her dress, before she righted it to meet me head on. Her hips never stopped working against my hand. “One chance.”
One chance.Those two little words might sound innocent enough, but she had no idea, not one damn clue of what she’d just given me.The world.
“That’s all I need,” I growled and went back to licking her, eating her. Two fingers pushed through her warm, honeyed walls, and she clenched around me as my lips closed around her clit.
“Luke… oh! Please…” Her soft words were almost incoherent as I watched the beauty in front of me. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, and her voice cracked.
That’s when I felt it.
Wetness sprayed between my fingers and splashed onto her thighs. The sight made my eyes widen as Oli moaned as softly as she could manage.
“Such a good girl. Look at you. Fuck,” I cursed, biting down. “Making a mess in my truck, marking it as your seat. Fuck, baby, how the hell am I supposed to drive around knowing your sweet juices are all over this seat?” The sight of her, knowing what she’d just done on our first time together only made me more of an animal.
She’d squirted. Fucking hell, my woman was perfection!
And mine. All mine. Only mine.I felt feral as I licked and drank her down.
