Page 27 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy. Let Daddy feel that tight little pussy coming all over his cock.”

He pinched her clit and that flash of pain was all it took to send her flying. Screaming out her release, she gripped the couch cushions as he continued fucking her, toying with her clit until he drove her up and over the edge of oblivion a second time.

“Good girl,” he growled with one final thrust, emptying himself into her.

When he released his hold on her, they slid to the floor together. Ethan shifted them so she was sprawled out on top of him, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek.

“I’m not sure we’ll survive this whole making up for lost time business,” she said with a groan for her aching butt and thighs.

“At least we’ll have fun on the way out, yeah?”

She snorted out a laugh. “I can see our headstones now. ‘Here lie Isabella Taylor and Ethan Clarke. They fucked each other to death.’”

“Just one problem with that scenario.”

“Oh yeah?” Lifting her head, she propped her chin on his chest and grinned. “What’s that?”

“It should say Isabella Clarke.”

Stunned didn’t even begin to cover her reaction. “Did you just ask me to marry you, Sheriff?”

“Told you I would make it up to you, didn’t I?”

Again, everything she’d ever wanted, just waiting for her to reach out and grab it. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll marry you. Just say when.”

“This weekend. We’ll have us a little ceremony at the church and I’m sure Jake will lend us the use of his bar for the reception.”

Tears burned her eyes and she wiggled up his body to press her lips to his. “Did you hear about the sheriff and that cute little waitress down at Mal’s?”

One dark eyebrow raised, but the corner of his lip lifted in a cocky grin. “I don’t believe I’ve heard that one, Miss Taylor.”

“Rumor has it, they lived happily ever after.”

The End

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