Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Let me come. Please!” It was difficult to get out the words, but if that was what it took to get to come, that’s what she’d do.

  He slid her panties aside and flicked her clit until she came. Her legs gave out on her and he gathered her up onto his lap, holding her tight.

  Reaching down, he tilted up her chin and kissed her. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass. “Can I . . . I mean, if you want . . .” Oh heck, why couldn’t she just say it?

  Why say it? Just show him what you mean. She slid off his lap and put herself on her knees between his legs. She’d only given a few blow jobs and never while kneeling at a man’s feet. She’d thought it might feel degrading.

  But instead, she felt almost empowered. Like this was right.

  Don’t overthink it. Just go with it.

  She reached up to touch his sweatpants. He was still bare-chested. But then she remembered his rule about not touching his cock without permission. It seemed insane. Didn’t all men want their cocks touched? Sucked? Licked?

  But then, Ed wasn’t most men.

  “May I?”

  Warmth filled those chocolate eyes. “Good girl for asking. Wasn’t sure you’d remember.”

  “May I?” she repeated.

  He ran a finger down her cheek. “You really want to suck my cock? Or you think you should offer because I got you off?”

  Oh Lord.

  Would she ever get used to the way he spoke so candidly?

  “Georgie-girl?” he prompted.

  “I want to,” she whispered.

  “Then yes, you may.”

  She reached for his pants again then stilled. “I should warn you.”

  “Warn me about what?” He ran his fingers through her hair.

  “I’ve, umm, only done this a few times. I’m not sure I’m very good at it.”

  He tilted up her chin. “My girl, it’s suck and don’t bite. Not much that can go wrong. And if you’re not that great at it, well, it will just take practice, won’t it?”

  She groaned. She’d walked straight into that one.

  Fuck.

  He hadn’t intended for this to happen. But then he hadn’t expected her to ask him so sweetly for his cock. He wanted to teach her how to open up and ask for what she needed. But he’d expected it to take her much longer to do so.

  He was proud of her for asking. But he wondered how the hell he was going to survive having his cock in her mouth without taking her.

  Because that hadn’t been part of the plan. The plan was to take things slow.

  Somehow, she’d managed to blow his plans to smithereens.

  He shifted his weight around so she could pull his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. He kicked them off his feet and she re-situated herself between his legs. She stared at his cock, her eyes wide.

  “Georgie-girl? You okay?”

  “It’s so beautiful.”

  He shook his head. She was insane. How had he not realized that under that calm, cool exterior lurked a crazy person?

  “You sure you want to do this? You don’t have to.”

  “I thought men liked blow jobs.”

  He shrugged. “Not going to lie, of course I do. But if you’re not ready . . .”

  “I want to do this. I’m just deciding where to begin.”

  He grasped hold of his shaft. “Put your lips around the tip. Hands on my thighs for the moment. Just use your mouth. That’s it, run your tongue over the top. Fuck, yes, my girl. That feels so damn good. I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly. Take me deeper. Hell, your mouth is so hot. So wet and warm. Take more of me. Take me as deep as you can. Good girl.”

  He kept giving her instructions as she took him deep then moved slowly back up. He had her grasp him around the base and move faster.

  His arousal built. It didn’t take long, being around her was a test of his control. He spent every moment in her presence wanting her. Fuck, even when she was in the hospital, he’d been hard. Much to his shame. And even though he’d jerked himself off several times, he was still in need of her.

  He was nearly fifty, he wasn’t supposed to be this horny, right?

  “I’m going to come, my girl. Just this once, you get a choice of whether to swallow or not.” Next time, she wouldn’t get the choice. Next time, she’d take what he gave her.

  But she didn’t move away. Fuck. Yes. He groaned as he let go, thrusting his hips up, wrapping his hands in her hair. He made sure not to guide her movements too harshly, he didn’t want to scare her with his need to take command. But he drove as deep as she could take him.

  And then he let go.

  28

  Georgina stared down at the list of rules with a scowl. “I don’t need a bedtime.”

  “You do.”

  “Ten is crazy! I’m used to not going to bed until after midnight.”

  “Having a regular bedtime will help you sleep better. And be thankful I didn’t make it nine like I was planning.”

  Nine! Was he insane?

  “Do we need to go over the other rules? We have respecting yourself and me. No putting your health or safety in danger. Eating regularly. Telling me when something is wrong. Kissing and hugging me hello and goodbye and sitting on my knee. Except when out in public.” He shot her a look since she’d made him put that last part in. “And no going beyond the yard or going running without telling me.”

  They’d gone through punishments and her hard limits, as well as his. Luckily, they seemed to be on the same page with most of it. But communication would likely be her downfall.

  “Now, these might need to be added to as we go forward. But they’ll do for now. Agreed?”

  She sighed. “Agreed.”

  He wrapped her braids around his hand and tilted her head back. He’d insisted on doing her hair for her and instead of her customary bun, he’d separated her hair into two braids. “That’s my good girl. Let’s seal it with a kiss, yeah?”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  He kissed her. Lightly at first, but then deeper. She melted into his arms. When he drew back, her lips felt swollen and her heart was racing. He gave her a soft smile. “You’re so beautiful, my girl.”

  “So are you,” she blurted out without thinking.

  He grinned. “Beautiful, huh? I was thinking something more along the lines of ruggedly handsome or strong and fit. Not beautiful. No one is as beautiful as my girl.”

  She blushed.

  “Now, what would my Georgie-girl like to do?”

  “Do?”

  “Hmm. Want to spend some time in Little space?”

  “Oh, umm, well.”

  “Do you like to play? Watch cartoons? Color? Craft?”

  “I don’t really do much of any of that,” she admitted. “When I was a kid, I used to play with dolls, but that’s what my mother wanted me to do. I preferred playing with my brothers' toys. But if she caught me, she’d take them away from me and send me to my room.”

  “You can play with whatever you like here. There’s no right or wrong thing to do. Although, unfortunately, I don’t have much in the way of toys.”

  “That’s okay. Sometimes I might watch cartoons. But I often get bored of that. I don’t know about coloring. I don’t have any kids' coloring books. August bought me one of those coloring books for adults, but it’s really hard and I ended up getting frustrated.”

  “All right. When we go shopping we can get you some other ones you might like. So is there anything you want to do?”

  “Well, I like building forts.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “I find lying in them relaxing. Sometimes I’d build one and then I’d sleep in it with Squawkers at night. That happened when I was really anxious.”

  “Then let’s build a fort.”

  He returned with a pile of blankets. She was feeling nervous, not quite sure what to expect. But he quickly took over, rearranging furniture and throwing blankets everywhere.

  “Go get Squawkers, Georgie-
girl,” he ordered. “You’ll want him, right?”

  She did. She returned to find that Ed had pulled off all the cushions from the sofa and rearranged them on the bottom of the fort.

  He was standing there, tapping his chin. “I feel like it’s missing something.”

  “I think it looks great.”

  “Hmm, but I don’t want you scared if it’s too dark.”

  That was so sweet of him.

  “I’ll leave the door open, Daddy,” she said, finding herself slipping into Little space.

  “I’m sure I have something better, though.” He clicked his fingers. “I have an idea.”

  When he returned, he held a plastic container with smiling pumpkin lights. That was unexpected. She raised her eyebrows.

  “Kiesha,” he told her. “From the one time I let her decorate for Halloween.”

  He climbed into the fort and she bent down to watch as he strung them up. Then he turned them on. “You’re not scared of smiling pumpkins, are you?”

  He climbed back out.

  “Surprisingly, that is one thing I’m not scared of.” She grinned at him. “Daddy, it looks great.”

  “Good. Anything else you need?”

  “Do you think you have anything that could be a steering wheel?”

  “Steering wheel? Like a car?”

  “Like the helm of a boat.”

  He looked at her onesie. “Aye-aye, Captain Georgie.”

  “Well, get to it then, Second Mate Daddy.”

  “Hey, can’t I be first mate?”

  “No way. That’s Squawkers' job.”

  “Outdone by a parrot. Story of my life.”

  “Time for lunch and a nap, Georgie-girl,” Ed called out. “Come on out.”

  “Can’t come out, busy!” she said back.

  “Finish what you’re doing and come out. You need to eat.”

  “Daddy.” She popped her head out of the door of the fort that Ed had helped her build in the living room. It had taken her a while to relax enough to let her Little side come out, but Ed had been patient. Lying down in the fort with her, even making lots of silly noises when she’d decided the fort was actually a ship, exploring the seven seas. “I can’t come out. I’m Captain Georgie and with my First Mate, Squawkers, we’re searching for buried treasure.”

  “The buried treasure will still be there after you nap.”

  “Captains don’t take naps, Daddy!” It had become easier to call him Daddy as well. To the point now that she didn’t even think about it. Daddy just popped out of her mouth naturally.

  “Well, Captain Georgie does. Because her Daddy says that she has to.”

  “I don’t think Captains have to do what their Daddy’s say.”

  “Captain Georgie does. Because her Daddy doesn’t want her getting sick. Which is what is going to happen if she doesn’t get enough sleep. And eat enough food.”

  “But if I leave now, the pirates might find the buried treasure.” She pouted. “You don’t want the pirates to get the buried treasure, do you, Daddy?”

  “That would be terrible,” he agreed. “But Daddy will keep an eye out for those pirates and I promise that if they appear that I will fight them off for you.”

  “How will you fight them off, Daddy?” she asked. “You don’t have a sword.”

  He wriggled his eyebrows. “Don’t I?”

  “Daddy! You’re so silly.”

  He grinned. “Out you come. Daddy promises to defend your buried treasure with his magnificent sword.”

  “Oh Lord. The things you say.”

  29

  “Three more bites for me, my girl,” he prompted.

  She grumbled, but opened up her mouth obediently for a mouthful of oatmeal. She’d always thought oatmeal was the most boring food imaginable. However, Ed put all these nuts and dried fruit on it then a drizzle of honey, which made it actually quite delicious.

  But she wouldn’t tell him that.

  He blew on another mouthful and fed it to her. He was drinking some awful concoction he’d whipped up in the blender. She had to be grateful that at least she wasn’t being made to drink that.

  Georgie was feeling a bit out of sorts today, and couldn’t work out why. Maybe it was because they were going out later. He’d promised to take her shopping. No doubt he thought she’d be excited by that. For some reason, she felt kind of unsure. She wanted to stay here, tucked into this cocoon of safety.

  She enjoyed being hidden here with him. She knew it couldn’t last forever. But just a few more days would be nice.

  “What’s that pouty look for?” he queried.

  “Nothing, Daddy.” She took the final mouthful while he gave her a chiding look. He drank down the rest of his drink.

  Yesterday, they’d spent most of the day playing. That night as he’d gotten them both ready for bed, she’d felt light. Like she was floating. If that was what it felt like to not have a million worries weighing her down, then she wanted more.

  Only, last night, he’d eaten her pussy then told her to go to sleep. She hadn’t gotten to touch his cock, let alone have him fuck her.

  She’d slept on top of him, he wouldn’t hear of her sleeping in any other position. Oh, and she’d had to sleep naked. While he’d had pajama bottoms on. And she’d slept the entire night without a nightmare. This morning, she’d woken with his cock pressed against her pussy. She’d been unable to stop herself. It was reflex to rub herself up and down him.

  Unfortunately, that had gotten her a sharp smack on the bottom. Then he’d rolled them over and after a hot and heavy kiss, he’d showered them both, and gotten her dressed in her onesie.

  “You know better than that, my girl,” he rumbled.

  Shoot.

  “Do we have to go shopping?”

  “You don’t have enough clothes. Especially comfy clothes. Don’t you want some new things? And toys?”

  “Toys?” Hmm. She might want some toys. She tapped her fingers against the counter. “I suppose.”

  “What’s the real problem?”

  She sighed. “I don’t know. Guess I don’t want to leave the house.”

  “I like having you all to myself, but it will be good for you to get out. But I don’t think that’s the only reason you’re in a grouchy mood this morning.”

  She folded her arms, pouting. “I’m not in a grouchy mood.”

  “No? That look on your face says otherwise. And you’re about two minutes away from ending up in a time-out. So I suggest you start talking.”

  “You can’t give me a time-out! That’s so unfair.”

  He just pinned her with a look.

  “Why haven’t you fucked me?” Her gasp was comical as she slammed her hand over her mouth. “IcantbelieveIsaidthat.”

  Her voice was muffled behind her hand, the words running together. Reaching over, he tapped her hand. “Off.”

  His voice was firm, although his gaze was soft. And filled with heat.

  She removed her hand. “Sorry.”

  “For what? Telling me what the problem is?”

  “No, well, maybe. But for swearing. I never swear.”

  “It wasn’t used as a swear word,” he pointed out. “And I’m not going to punish you for swearing.”

  Ed walked around the counter towards her. He turned her to face him, moving between her parted legs. Then he tilted up her chin. “I’ll fuck you when it’s time. Anticipation never killed anyone.”

  “There’s anticipation and there’s torture,” she grumbled. “I don’t understand why you’re holding back.”

  He rubbed the tension from her jaw with his thumbs before running one over her lower lip. She opened her mouth and he slid it in. She sucked, instantly feeling better. It was weird, but she actually liked this.

  “A lot has happened in the last few days. And it’s happened quickly. There’s been a lot for you to come to terms with. Truth is, I didn’t even plan to let you near my cock, but I couldn’t resist this sassy mouth yesterday. The las
t thing I want is for you to think this is just about sex. It’s not.”

  “I don’t think that,” she said around his thumb. Is that why he’d been holding back? “That’s really kind of sweet.”

  “Sex is a big part of a relationship. But so is trust. Care. Affection. You’ve been through a lot. You were just in the hospital a few days ago. And I can be demanding during sex. I want you healthy and certain in our relationship before we take that step.” He drew his thumb free from her mouth.

  “Okay, I get why you’ve held back from sex, but you haven’t held back from giving me orgasms. Until this morning.”

  “Did my girl need to come this morning?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then why didn’t you ask for what you needed?”

  “I . . . I . . . I had to ask? You didn’t just know?”

  “I’m not always a mind-reader.”

  “You’re not?” she asked doubtfully. It seemed that way to her. “You couldn’t see what I wanted?”

  His lips twitched. “Okay, I could tell what you wanted. But I was waiting for you to ask for what you need. Next time, it might be something else and I won’t notice. Remember, you’re usually pretty good at hiding your true thoughts. Well, except when you’re horny.”

  “Ed!”

  He cupped her face with his hands. “You can ask me for what you need, Georgie-girl.”

  “Wait! Are you saying this was a damn lesson? You-you rat-faced, pig-bum-licker!” That made her so mad. She didn’t need a lesson in asking for what she needed.

  Don’t you? Look at how well you’ve done this morning. You wanted something, didn’t ask for it and now you just called Ed a rat-faced, pig-bum-licker.

  “You want to repeat that?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  “No, I think I’m good.”

  “You think so, huh?” He lifted her off the stool then turned her so she was on her stomach on the kitchen counter, her legs hanging off the edge.

  Oh, this was not a good position for her to be in.

  “Daddy, put me down! I’m sorry!”

  “You’re going to be sorry. What was the rule about respecting each other?”