Page 23 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
“Not if?—“
“It doesn’t hurt.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Just… it’s so good. I’m so full.” Fucking hell, her words went to my head. With one hand at the middle of her back, pressing it down, while the other cupped her hip, I started to move. In and out.
As slowly and carefully as I could manage, I worked my cock in and out of her body, fucking her, loving her as gently as I could, but when she started to throw her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust, I knew my girl needed more.
“Harder?” I panted, unable to string two words together. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as me since she grunted while nodding.
We started to move faster. In sync, our bodies found a rhythm of their own. The living room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together. Quicker and quicker.
“Babe,” I growled, sweat coating both our bodies. I covered her back with my front, loving the way her bare skin felt against mine. I reached between us to find that swollen bundle of nerves.
“Luke!” she squeaked, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Look in the mirror, baby,” I panted. “Look at us. Look how fucking right we are together.” Fuck, the sight was something to behold.
“Baby,” she whined, and when our eyes connected, I started to rub her clit in circles. “Like that. Just like that.” Her lips parted, eyes widened, and I felt it before she made a sound.
Her body spasmed around my cock, pulling me in deeper, milking my cum from my balls. But I didn’t let go. Not until my name was on her mouth so fucking loud I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. With a hand around her neck, holding her body pressed against mine, I came.
My ass clenched taut as ribbon after ribbon erupted and flooded her pussy while my lips pressed against the side of her face. Slowly panting, trying to catch my breath, I looked at our reflection. We were both sweaty, our hair disheveled. The dress still clung to her waist, but she was topless as she leaned against me, trusting me to hold her up, unworried
“Wow,” she breathed with a satisfied smile as she rested against my chest. “That was… I didn’t know it…” She swallowed, trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” A smile I knew I would never forget graced her face.
“Me either, Cookie.” I pressed my lips against her temple and kissed her before I stepped back.
The soft gasp of losing me would echo in my head for the rest of my life. I bent and picked my shirt off the ground before lifting her up like a groom would his bride and carried her to the couch. Sitting down, with my woman on my lap, my seed dripping out of her, was one of the best feelings I’d ever experienced. She rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closely watching me in the comfortable silence that had fallen between us.
“Open up for me, baby,” I directed, and when she did, I had to swallow hard and fight my body from reacting even harder.
Puffy and pink, my cream pie slipping from between her folds. It was so fucking beautiful I wished again I could snap an image of it. But it was so private, so precious, this was something I’d never dare risk someone else getting a glimpse of.
I hated cleaning me off her with my shirt. I liked the idea of her wearing me, painted with me. Even so, I carefully wiped away the remnants, taking care of cleaning her up before Irelaxed and settled her closer to me. We sat in silence for a long moment as the sweat dried on our bodies and our skin cooled down.
“What are you thinking about, Cookie?” She bit her bottom lip before she spoke.
“We didn’t use a condom, Luke.”Luke.Jesus, I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of her saying my name.Focus dumbass! She’s talking to you. It’s important.
“We didn’t.” My hand moved to her thigh, resting on the inside. “I’m clean,” I shared, and she nodded, her shoulders slightly relaxed.
“I am, too,” she shared, but there was something in her eyes. A worry I wanted to erase. “The thing is... I’m not on the pill. I was,“ she quickly added, “but I took a break because I was thinking about getting an IUD and then got busy with work and growing my business and… well, here we are. I don’t know what I was thinking… We got caught up in the moment.”
“And that’s more than okay with me.” I could see she was having a hard time processing what I’d just said. “Don’t put one in.”
“One?”
“An IUD.”
“Don’t…” she stuttered and stared at me. “Luke, I felt how much you came. Both times. If I don’t get on something and you don’t cover up that monster dick of yours, you know what will happen.”
“And?” I dared her to say it out loud. The image of Olive round and swollen with my baby, our baby, flashed in my head. Fuck. It made my spent dick slowly wake up.
“And?” She laughed, the sound only making it harder for me to keep my cock from getting hard all over again. Oli shook her head. “You’re crazy.” She smiled, but it was that worry in her eyes that still held on that kept me from pushing forward.
“About you, Cookie. Only crazy about you.” I kissed her forehead, knowing she had no idea of just how crazy I really was. With a sigh, I knew this was a conversation we needed to have. “I can head out in the morning and pick up a Plan B and condoms,” I offered and meant it.
A quick thought popped into my head about poking holes in them or even pulling the rubber off and not letting her know until it was too late. But I couldn’t do that. Not to my woman. She was ambitious and had worked hard to get her cookie shop to where it was. Not only that, but she also had a lot of goals. When it came to Olive, I paid attention. I’d heard people talk to her. Lola had mentioned the brick-and-mortar spot Olive wanted.
I would never do anything to jeopardize her dreams, only encourage them. No matter how much I wanted to see her pregnant with my kid.
