Page 21 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
“Please, Luke.” She squirmed, trying to get closer.
“You keep begging prettily like that, you’re going to get exactly what you want.”
“Luke, please.”
“Please what, Oli baby? You want my fingers?”
“Yes,” she gasped, and I didn’t hesitate. I slid the pads of my middle and pointed finger between her lips. She was so wet, so messy, they glided beautify back and forth until I reached her entrance and shoved them inside.
“Yes!” she hissed, her hands gripping the material of my pants.
“Fuck, Cookie. Look how you’re taking my fingers. Shit, I can only imagine how well this perfect little cunt’s going to take my cock. You’re so wet. Tight.” She clung to me as I fingered her. Kissing her neck as I stared at her.
My girl didn’t look away.
The moment was erotic and intensely intimate. More intimate than anything I had ever experienced in the past.How many times did I picture doing this?Having her in my living room, two fingers deep, listening to her soft moans grow louder and louder as she begged me to take her. I knew we were at the point of no return despite how I was playing things. Before I’d know it, I would be balls deep inside of her.Finally.
“Please,” she whined beautifully.
“Please what, baby?” I had no idea how the hell I had the control to tease her. Everything inside me yelled at me to give her what we both wanted so badly. “All you gotta do is ask,” I rasped, breathing in her sweet scent. The desperation and need shined in her eyes. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Touch me.”
“I am,” I breathed, nuzzling her neck before kissing and sucking on the spot that made her squirm and rub against me earlier.
“I need…” She was a stubborn little thing, and I might be sick in the head for how fucking hot it got me.
My eyes dropped to the swells of her breasts. Fuck, they left me breathless. I doubted I’d ever been that hard and ready to go. I gave her neck more attention. Kissing it open mouthed and wet to sucking and biting, all in hopes of leaving some kind of mark on her.
If that made me a goddamn caveman, so be it.
“Fuck me.” I stilled. My body froze, mind going berserk. I hadn’t expected her to ask for it. Not so soon. “Fuck me, Luke,” she repeated. My eyes rose and connected with hers.
“Please,” she said, and I blinked. “Please fuck me,” she begged and squirmed. Her tits jiggled, and I snapped.
“You want my dick, Cookie?” She nodded and turned around. Her eyes still blazed with the confidence that exuded from every pore.
“Show me,” I demanded like a fucking bastard. “Show me how much you want my dick.” My woman didn’t hesitate.
She fell to her knees, her hands moved to my belt, and before I knew it, my thick length sprung free of its confines just as her smooth hand wrapped around it.
“Take your tits out for me,” I ordered too roughly.
This was wrong.
She deserved to be worshipped and loved gently on a bed covered in nothing but satin and rose petals. Savored. But here I was, like an asshole, making her get on her knees for me.
But she didn’t complain.
If anything, Olive licked her lips and shimmied out of the thin straps of her dress, pulling them over her shoulder. In theblink of an eye, the top of her dress fell to her waist, and her tits jiggled in front of me, making my mouth water.
“Like this?” When her hands cupped her tits. I swallowed. A tinge of pink washed over her face and chest.
“Good girl,” I praised. “Now play with those nipples.” I needed to watch her do as I asked. And to my fucking shock, without complaint or sass, Olive did. My cookie rolled her fingers around the tightened dark peaks back and forth. Her nipples were the color of semi-sweet chocolate chips. Fitting, since she was my favorite cookie from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. My hands moved and touched her, and she whimpered, moaning my name softly.
Her lips parted as she mewled and squirmed.
I couldn’t help myself.
