Page 15 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
“Luke! God, this… I think… I think… yes!” she hissed. “Just like that.” She didn’t need to tell me what she needed, but I loved how vocal she was.
If this was her trying to stay quiet, I couldn’t wait until I had her in my bed, away from any possible interruptions as she screamed my name over and over. The thought invigorated me. I needed to make her come more than I needed to see the sun rise tomorrow.
My fingers bumped and rubbed that spot inside of her. The only sounds that surrounded us in the parking lot were wet squelches as I finger-fucked the most perfect pussy ever made. I kept at that spot until she made an almost gargled noise. Oli mewled and writhed beneath me like a goddess.Mine,that thing inside me kept repeating.
A come-hither movement of my fingers against that spot pressing with just enough firmness was all it took.
My woman came again, and wetness seeped down my fingers. My lips moved down to lick her clean, all while that hot little hole milked my digits deeper. My cock throbbed in a way I knew there was no way in hell I would be able to drive like this. Not with the truck smelling of her, her flavor on my tongue.
I pulled back and quickly undid my jeans enough my cock sprang out.
“What are you—“ Her eyes widened when she caught sight of my dick. I felt her eyes on me as I stroked my length from root to tip, using my thumb to glide the bead of clear fluid over the head. “There is no way that’s real,” my sweetness said, sitting up slightly, watching my every move. I smirked at her.
“He’ll fit,” I promised. She licked her lips.
Despite looking a little scared of my length and girth, she seemed intrigued and ready for the challenge. I could see the wheels turning in her pretty head. Her legs spread wider, and I groaned. “He’s going to fit in here,” I said again, my words a vow as I petted her swollen pussy with my free hand. My hand moved lower to her dark entrance. “And here, too, one day,” I promised. “But not right now. Right now, I can’t do everything I want with you, so it’s gonna have to be a taste.”
I had no idea where the willpower came from as I stroked my cock. She licked her lips, and I swear to Christ I knew what she was thinking. That I was going to have those perfect plump lips wrapped around my cock.
“Dirty girl.” Her eyes sparkled, and fuck me, I felt the smile she gave me shoot right through my soul. “Soon,” I promised. I leaned closer, her lips a breath away from mine. “Kiss me, beautiful.” To my surprise, without argument or sass, she did as I asked.
My woman, my beautiful, little baker kissed me.
Sweet and soft.
Slow, so goddamn slow my toes curled. I never stopped working my cock. Not when she moaned my name and I swallowed the sound. Not when her hands tangled and tugged at my hair. I gripped my cock tighter when her hands grabbed my face. She didn’t mind one bit that she could taste herself on mymouth. I didn’t stop until my balls drew up so fucking tightly, I thought they would explode from how full they were.
I was close.
I was there.
“Olive,” I groaned her name, hardly recognizing my voice. “Cookie, fuck…” Her lips moved from mine to my chin and then from my jaw to my neck. My skin flared with goose bumps. “Fucking hell, you feel good.” I leaned closer. The head of my cock rubbed against her thigh.
“Come for me, Sheriff. Please,” she whispered seductively, almost breathlessly, against the shell of my ear, and I erupted. Spilling my seed all over her skin. My lips crashed against hers. Fireworks went off behind my eyes with such force I almost fell on top of her.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Shit.” I pulled back and looked at the mess I’d left.
Something came over me. Something dark and animalistic. Unhinged. I dipped my pointer finger into the mess and dipped it inside of her, then pulled it back before I moved to raise it up to her mouth. And my dirty, perfect woman parted her lips and tasted us with bliss in her eyes.
If that wasn’t enough, my sweetness returned the favor, dropping one hand from my face, dipping her finger between her legs with a soft little sigh before rubbing it on the mess on her thigh and giving me a taste, too.
“Delicious,” I groaned and meant it. She stared at me for what gelt like a long moment before the soft sound of her giggle came alive.
“Who knew you could be so dirty, Sheriff?” Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me. “Makes me wonder what other secrets you might be keeping.”
She had no idea just how filthy and depraved my secrets ran.
But she would.Soon.
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olive
I couldn’t sit still.But then again, I had never been the type to do that. Not like Scarlett or Raven.
But in Luke’s truck, anticipation mounted with every minute he drove.
We hadn’t said a word after he’d kissed me again after taking turns tasting our…
