Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10)

by Laylah Roberts

  “That was the plan. You don’t like being eaten out?”

  “Ed!” She slapped his chest.

  “What?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

  “You can’t say it like that!”

  “Oh no?” A hint of amusement filled his voice. “And how should I say it? Tongue fuck you? Get to third base?”

  “What’s wrong with oral sex?” she asked primly. Okay, even she could hear how silly she sounded.

  “All right, baby,” he said soothingly. “I’ll stop teasing. Don’t you like oral sex?”

  She groaned and leaned her face against his chest. “I’ve only had one boyfriend.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I couldn’t be around men . . . trust men, for a long time after him. The one who hurt me.”

  He tightened his hold on her. “Fuck.”

  “Not that he raped me. But I was scared to let anyone close. So when I met Rex, my ex-boyfriend, I thought he would be perfect. He was totally willing to let me take the lead. I was in charge of everything. Where we went, what we did. I thought it was what I wanted.”

  “But it wasn’t?”

  “No. But the thing is, I didn’t know then what I wanted. So I didn’t understand what was wrong. And I, umm, I found myself getting frustrated. With him. With me. I guess, well, I guess you would say I started acting out in order to get attention from him. And I didn’t even understand what sort of attention I wanted.”

  “What did you do?” he asked in a deep voice.

  Goosebumps broke over her skin. “I dunno. Things like not calling if I was going to be late, running on my own at night, driving really fast and texting at the same time. It was childish.”

  He tilted her chin up. She might not be able to fully see the expression on his face but she could guess that he was giving her ‘the Ed look’.

  How had she lived her life up to now without that look sending thrills through her gut?

  “It was dangerous. You did that shit because you wanted him to react. To put his foot down.”

  “That makes me sound silly. But yeah, I guess maybe I did. I think I wanted a sign he cared. I wanted him to tell me that he didn’t want me running at night because it was dangerous. Instead, he would just tell me that he trusted me to take care of myself. Because I was an adult.”

  “Yeah, that’s not what you need at all. You, my baby, need firm rules and boundaries. And consequences for breaking them. You say the word, you tell me this is what you want. Me as your Dom, your Daddy and you’ll get all of that and more.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes. But before she could say anything he kept talking.

  “As much as I’m interested in this, I’m drawing a blank as to how it relates to me eating you out.”

  Okay, maybe she could get used to him saying it like that. When he said it in that deep, sexy voice.

  “In the bedroom I always had to tell him what to do. What I wanted. It wasn’t his fault. I mean, I picked him because he was . . . “

  “Submissive. You picked a sub.”

  Yeah. She hadn’t realized it because she’d been clueless about any of this stuff. But that’s exactly what Rex was. And it hadn’t worked.

  “Did he never go down on you?” Ed sounded incredulous.

  “He did, but he wanted me to tell him what to do and it started to feel weird. Like, I didn’t know what I wanted. And I just wanted him to take over. And it made the whole thing awkward. I’ve had one lover since, just a casual thing. But every time he’d try to go down there, I’d freeze up. So I just don’t think it’s for me.”

  “Thank you for telling me all this. You’ve been such a good girl. Now, I want you to take off your underwear then lie on the bed, hands back in position, and spread your legs nice and wide.”

  That was it? He didn’t have anything else to say? Was he disappointed or glad? Probably the latter. She couldn’t understand that a man would like oral sex. Well, she got why they’d like a blow job. It had never been her favorite. But she thought she might change her mind with Ed.

  Suddenly she found herself lifted off his lap and rolled onto her stomach. Four sharp smacks landed on her ass. Then she was rolled onto her back.

  “Hey! What was that for?” She glared up at him.

  “You were in your own head. I needed to bring you out.”

  “But you do that thing . . . with my hand.” She rather liked when he did that.

  “I wanted to try something else. You were owed a small punishment for not doing what you were told. It killed two birds with one stone. Now, are you going to do as you were told? Or are we stopping and going to sleep?”

  He waited. He wondered if she might tell him to get fucked, well this was Georgie, so she’d likely say get fudged, and then attempt to storm off.

  Attempt to, because he wasn’t about to let her go. To leave him.

  Christ. He was starting to realize he was just as insane as the rest of the people in this town. He might try to be the voice of reason. To keep the law. But when it came to his girl, he wasn’t thinking like the sheriff.

  Nope, he was all man.

  Insanely possessive, extremely jealous, over-the-top protective.

  She was his.

  She’d stay his.

  He didn’t intend to let her go. Or to allow anyone to take her from him. And if they tried . . .

  He would destroy anyone who got between him and his girl.

  Yep, just as insane as the rest of them. And the sad fact was, he didn’t much care.

  There was nothing more important than keeping his girl safe. No matter what he had to do to achieve that.

  Satisfaction filled him as she lay down and slipped off the boxers. Then she grasped hold of the headboard and slowly parted her legs. He bet if he turned on a light that she’d be blushing. He’d allow her to hide for tonight.

  But that was soon going to change. He was going to know everything. His patience only went so far. She was his and that meant that he would know her as well as he did himself.

  Starting with her body.

  Fuck, she was delicious. He started at her lips. Kissed his way along her jaw, down her neck. Then he licked her nipples, sucking on them until they were hard peaks. As he moved down her body, he lavished her with praise. And he knew she was soaking it up. Her body was relaxing. She didn’t make any noise, though. Was that something she thought he wanted? Her silence?

  Moving down her stomach, he ran his tongue along her scar. She let out a gasp.

  A smile crossed his lips, satisfaction filling him. Better. Much better. He was going to have her screaming by the time he was finished with her. As he grew closer to her pussy, he could smell her.

  Fuck, the scent of her need could become addictive.

  It had taken all the control he had not to lose it when she talked about some other bastard touching her. It made him a complete hypocrite since he wasn’t exactly a virgin. Still, he didn’t like to think of anyone having his Georgie-girl before him.

  She. Was. His.

  But he’d known she needed to get it out. And he had to give her what she required. A need that was impossible to ignore now that he’d claimed her.

  Now, he just had to get her to recognize his claim.

  He licked along her stomach. His tongue moved in an M then an I followed by an N then lastly an E.

  MINE.

  A small whimper came from her mouth. Progress. Up until now, she’d been pretty silent.

  Shifting himself, he knelt between her legs.

  “You don’t have to stay quiet,” he told her as he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs then back down, teasing her, getting closer and closer to her pussy. It had to be killing her, yet she still remained quiet.

  “W-what?”

  “You can beg me, moan, cry, doesn’t guarantee you’ll get what you want. But then, I might like hearing you beg for me to touch you. Play with you. Make you come.”

  “Oh, I thought . . .”

 
“You thought what?”

  “I kind of thought you might want me to be quiet. I’m not used to making noises during this type of thing.”

  This type of thing? Fuck, she was cute.

  “Then this is a good time to start, isn’t it?” He ran a finger through her slit to reward her for telling him what she was thinking then he slid it deep into her pussy, thrusting it back and forth. She let out a small moan. That was definitely a start.

  “I want to hear everything, every whimper and moan. Don’t hold back.”

  “Oh God,” she said as he moved another finger inside her, joining the first.

  “That’s it, baby. Shit, your pussy is so hot and tight.”

  “Ed,” she cried. “The things you say.”

  He drew his fingers free then sucked her juices from them.

  “I can’t believe you just did that.”

  “Fucking delicious.”

  “What have I gotten myself into?” she muttered.

  He had to chuckle. “My girl, you’re about to find out.”

  “Heaven help me.”

  “Only I can help you.” He kissed up her thigh then laid a kiss right on the top of her slit. “I’m the one you’ll come to for help. The one you’ll look to for support. I’ll be everything to you.”

  “You can’t say that. Not yet.”

  “Seems I’m tired of going slow.”

  “That’s what you think you’ve been doing? Going slow?” she squeaked.

  Then he parted her lower lips and breathed on her plump lips.

  Once she trusted him more, which would be very soon, he was going to lay her out on his dining room table and feast. Or maybe he’d lift her in his arms, press her against the wall and go to town.

  Both. He had time for both.

  He had forever, after all.

  When Granger men fell, they fell hard. Fast. And it was forever. But he couldn’t bring out the engagement ring just yet.

  Patience.

  “I gave you time at the hospital on your own. I didn’t want to.” He took a long lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. Then he lightly flicked the tight nub until she was shifting around beneath him, her breath coming in sharp pants.

  “Ed. Ed, please.”

  Fuck, she tasted delicious. His new favorite taste. His addiction.

  He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and she groaned. Damn, he wanted to hear her scream. But he knew that might take time. Still, he’d see how much he could push her.

  “When you thought I was with Kiesha, how did you feel?” he asked before he pressed two fingers deep inside her passage. She sucked him in. God, she needed this more than he did. He knew how starved for affection she was.

  He circled her clit with his tongue. Then he paused when she failed to answer him. “Baby.”

  “I . . . I . . . shit, I was devastated. So upset.”

  “Which is how I felt when you left.”

  “I’m sorry. So sorry. I was such a coward.”

  “Nope,” he said firmly.

  “What?”

  “No calling yourself names. It’s a rule.”

  Enough playing around. He drove his fingers in and out of her pussy as he flicked at her clit with sure strokes of his tongue. He felt her tense, her breathing growing more erratic. He knew she was close. He curled his fingers up, finding that spot inside her.

  And she screamed.

  Fuck. Yes.

  She quickly cut off the sound but she clenched down on his fingers. Damn, his cock felt like it was ready to explode. He couldn’t wait to feel her clench down on his shaft.

  Even though she’d cut off her scream, it still fucking counted. He slowly brought her down from her high, gently removing his fingers and licking her clit with soft movements. Then he knelt and made sure she was watching as he sucked his fingers clean.

  “I really taste okay?” she asked shyly.

  “Nope.”

  She stiffened.

  “You taste delicious. My new favorite snack.”

  “Ed!”

  “Stay right where you are,” he warned as she tried to roll over. “Keep your legs parted.”

  “Where are you going?”

  He got off the bed and walked into the bedroom. His cock was tenting his pajama pants. Fuck, he wished he could take a quick cold shower. And he’d only need a quick one. But it was more important that he show her some care afterward.

  He thought she probably needed that more than anything else.

  After wetting a cloth, he returned to the bedroom. She lay where he’d left her. But she was stiff. Nervous and unsure.

  “Thanks,” she said, reaching for the cloth.

  He held it up out of her reach. “Did I say you could move?” He didn’t make his voice too stern, but he did keep it firm. Better that she knew his expectations from the start. And he expected to be obeyed in the bedroom.

  To his delight, she put her hand back down quickly without an argument.

  “Good girl. I know it’s not always easy to give up control. But you did so well. Was it hard? Did any of it upset you? Make you unsure?”

  He used his questions to distract her as he cleaned up between her slick pussy lips. His dick hadn’t gone down any.

  “I, umm, it didn’t upset me. Sometimes, I guess it’s kind of hard. Like right now, it’s a bit embarrassing to have you clean me.”

  “Just remember,” he leaned in and kissed her, “there is nothing you need to keep secret from me. I want to know all of you. And I promise, I will take care of you.”

  25

  I promise, I will take care of you.

  Safety. Warmth. Hardness.

  Georgina woke up slowly, a little confused about where she was. She yawned. And tried to stretch, but she was in an odd position. Her legs were spread wide and she was sleeping on her stomach, on something hot and firm.

  She tried to shift again, but there was something heavy on her back, holding her.

  And something hard and warm between her legs. She froze.

  Holy sugar balls.

  Again, she attempted to sit.

  “Baby, just stay for a moment.”

  Oh God. Oh God.

  Am I sleeping on top of Ed? And am I naked? How did I get naked? And is that his . . . his . . .

  His chest moved as he laughed. Oh, shoot.

  “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” she groaned as she managed to lift her upper body away from his chest.

  “You did.”

  “Why do I keep doing that?”

  “I don’t know, but it’s cute as hell.”

  She lifted the blanket and glanced down at herself. Then she quickly lowered it. “I’m naked. Why am I naked?”

  “You don’t remember last night . . . after your nightmare?”

  After her nightmare? “Holy sugar balls.”

  “Georgie-girl, you are adorable.”

  No, she wasn’t. She was naked. Because Ed had gone down on her. She’d had a spectacular orgasm and then . . .

  “I just fell asleep naked?”

  “Far as I’m concerned, you should always be naked.”

  “Ed!”

  He ran his hand down her back then squeezed her ass. She sucked in a breath, biting back her moan of pleasure. She couldn’t believe the noises she’d made last night as he’d gone down on her.

  “One day,” he whispered. “You won’t suppress your reaction. I’ll have you begging me to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. You’ll moan and whimper and cry out.”

  “I groaned last night,” she protested. Did he want her to make more noise? Really?

  “That was nothing. I could tell you were holding back. There won’t be any more of that.” He ran his finger between her ass cheeks. She squeezed them together reflexively.

  “Ed!”

  “Relax for me,” he commanded.

  She could feel how hard he was, his dick was pressed against her lower stomach. She couldn’t believe she’d slept like this, spra
wled on top of him. With just his pajama bottoms and a tank top between them. Wasn’t she too heavy? How had she gotten on top of him? Normally, she hated sleeping while touching someone. Rex had always wanted her to cuddle him.

  She’d only been able to give him a few minutes before rolling away. And yet, she’d slept like the dead on top of Ed?

  He smacked his hand on her ass.

  “Hey!” She raised her head to glare down at him. “What was that for?”

  “You were thinking too much.”

  She frowned. “I like it when you do that thing with my palm better.”

  “No, you don’t,” he replied confidently. Then he rubbed her stinging bottom.

  Oh dear Lord, was he right? Did she like when he spanked her?

  Of course you do or you’d have already kneed him in the family jewels and stormed out of here. You like everything he does and you know it.

  “Ever had anal sex?” he asked suddenly.

  “No,” she squeaked.

  “Ever wanted to?”

  “No,” she replied.

  He paused, no longer rubbing her ass. “Is that so? So the idea of me playing with your ass doesn’t excite you? Wearing plugs to stretch you? My fingers driving deep into your ass while I lick your clit? My dick sliding into your back passage? None of that interests you?”

  She opened her mouth and he placed his free hand over her mouth. “And before you answer, you should know that while you’re excellent at hiding your real thoughts and emotions, that I have the added advantage of having your naked body pressed against me. It’s hard to hide your true feelings when you’re in such a vulnerable position.”

  She squirmed, looking for some wriggle room. But he held her tight, one hand on her ass, his fingers pressed between her cheeks, so close to touching her back passage. His other arm was around her, holding her against him.

  “Ed!”

  “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “Yes, I’ve thought about it. And when I read about it, yeah, maybe I get a bit turned on. But I don’t know if I can . . . if I want . . . “

  “We’ll go slow,” he reassured her.

  She wasn’t sure that would be any better.

  “How did I get on top of you?” she asked.

  “You started to have another nightmare, so I pulled you close and you climbed on top of me.”