by K. Webster
“Stop looking at me like that, Rick,” she grumbles. Her hands go to her hips and her blonde eyebrow is arched up in defiance. She’s so fucking adorable; if I wasn’t so pissed at myself I’d pull her to me and hug her.
“Like what?” I grunt back.
“Like you can’t stand looking at me.” Her bottom lip wobbles.
I take a step toward her and let out a growl. “I can’t stop looking at you. That’s the goddamned problem here.”
Her blue eyes brighten and she smiles. So fucking pretty. “You’re not mad at me?”
I scoff. “Oh, baby girl, I’m furious.”
She frowns in confusion. I could stare at her all damn day. My gaze fixates on the purple shiner on her eye. I’m going to kill that motherfucker.
“How’s your eye?” I question, changing the subject.
Her slender fingers touch the bruised flesh. “It hurts, but it’s fine.” She chews on her bottom lip and her nostrils flare like she’s going to cry. I can’t help but stalk over to her and hug her to me. I inhale her because she smells so delicious.
“What is it, bad girl?” I ask, hoping the teasing nickname will cheer her up.
She laughs against my chest and hugs me tight. “I wanted to know if I could stay the night again. I’m just counting down the days until I turn eighteen. I’ll be gone the second the clock turns midnight. I hate it there.”
A sudden urge to protect her from worse monsters than myself consumes me. “Stay as long as you need.”
“You smell good,” she murmurs and tilts her head up to look at me.
My jaw clenches and I glare down at her. “What happened last night… it can’t happen again. Do you understand?”
“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I have just wanted you for so long. I never meant to put you in a bad position.” A tear streaks down her cheek. I bring my palm to cradle her face and swipe away the wetness. Her lips part and I’m once again seduced by her. So easily. She’s a siren and I’m a stupid fucking sailor that gets lured to my death every time I’m around her.
“Don’t be sorry,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers. “Last night was the best night of my life. In another time… another world… if I was younger…” I trail off. “Right now, the timing is wrong. It was wrong, baby.”
She sniffles and it kills me. I want to kiss away her tears. Surely one kiss won’t hurt compared to everything we’ve done. I nuzzle my nose against hers and brush my lips across her sweet soft ones. She lets out a gasp. I steal it away when my mouth covers hers. Her moan, too, is swallowed by me as I deepen our kiss. My tongue dominates her small one and I love it. I want to handcuff her to my bed and ravish her like I do the other women I sleep with. But this girl would be sweeter. I wouldn’t want to kick her out the next morning. This girl, I’m afraid, I’d never want to let go of.
My fingers spear into her silky hair and I hold her just the way I want her. In a way that allows me to devour her without protest. Her small fingers desperately clutch to the front of my uniform. Us together—a forty-seven-year-old sheriff and an abused teenager– shouldn’t be a pair. This would look so fucking ugly from the outside.
But from the inside… it’s damn near perfect.
I eventually pull away from our kiss. “I need to go to work.”
She nods, but her brows are tugging together as if she’s in pain. “Promise me, Rick,” she says in a desperate tone. “Promise me you won’t tell them. They’ll send me back to him. What we did wasn’t wrong. Him beating his daughter is wrong. Please.”
Anger washes over me, but it’s not directed at her. I clutch her sweet jaw and force her to look at me. “I promise. And you’re not going back there as long as I have anything to do with it.”
Her blue eyes light up with such adoration I’m almost knocked over by it. “Thank you.”
I steal another kiss before I rush out of the house. She shouldn’t be thanking me. I’m no good for her.
“Sheriff,” a deep voice booms. “May I talk to you a second?”
I lift my gaze from the thick file on my desk and stare into a pair of blue eyes that look too much like Mandy’s. A furious storm of rage surges through me. “I’m busy. What is it?” I bark out.
Ignoring my tone, Jack Halston waltzes into my office wearing his expensive suit and fake smile. “I need to report a missing person.”
Unease skitters through me. “How long has the person been missing for?”
“It’s Mandy,” he grumbles. “She wasn’t in her bed this morning.”
“So, what, two hours?” I scoff. “You know we can’t do anything until she’s been missing forty-eight.”
His face turns bright red and he fists his hand. Probably the same goddamned fist he hit my girl with. I’d love to crush that fist. “I’ll be on a plane to Sacramento by then. I need to talk to her. To smooth things out.”
It takes everything in me not to climb over my desk and smash his teeth in. “I thought she was being punished for underage drinking. Why would you need to smooth things out with her?”
Guilt flashes in his eyes. “We had an argument. Some things were said.”
And you hit her in the motherfucking face…
“This hardly feels like it should be taking up police time, Halston,” I clip out. “She’s friends with my daughter. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”
He frowns, but accepts my answer. “I’ll be gone for a few weeks on business, but if you could keep an eye out for her and keep her out of trouble that would be great.”
“Yep.”
I manage to keep my cool until he has his back turned and is walking away. I flip him the bird, but it doesn’t feel as satisfying as having my knuckles crushing his skull. For now, though, it’ll have to do.
When I walk through the front door, the first thing I notice is the smell. Delicious. Something really fucking good is cooking. I can manage the basics for Kels and I. And occasionally my daughter will make something pretty tasty. But the smell permeating from my kitchen is unlike anything either of us have ever cooked before.
I stalk into the kitchen on a hunt to track down the source of the smell. Mandy stands with her back to me stirring something on the stove. She’s wearing one of Kelsey’s white summer dresses with an open back. Her blonde hair has been dried into sexy soft waves that are swept over one shoulder. The dress is short and I shouldn’t be getting hard over how good she looks in it. I’m fixated on her smooth tanned legs and her sexy as fuck bare feet.
She looks over her shoulder and beams at me. “Hey,” she chirps. “Hope you don’t mind my cooking dinner.”
I scrub my palms over my cheeks I never got around to shaving this morning and lift an eyebrow at her. “I don’t think any man on this planet would complain about a home cooked meal.”
She giggles and it’s sweet music to my ears. “You look ravenous.”
You have no idea, baby.
“Hard day at the office,” I grunt.
She turns back to the stove and I take a moment to admire her round ass. My dick is straining against my slacks as I imagine bending her over the kitchen table, shoving that pretty dress up her hips, and fucking her until dinner time.
“I need to change,” I bark out and stalk away before I do anything stupid. I need to focus on being the responsible adult here. She’s asked for shelter. That I keep her protected from her father. I can’t do that when I want to pull out my dick and wave it at her every time I see her.
I fly through my buttons and tear my shirt off. I’ve just yanked off my wife beater when I notice her in the doorway of my room. She watches me with her fat bottom lip pressed between her teeth. I wish she wouldn’t stare at me like she’s starved for my cock. It makes me want to feed it to her inch by inch.
“Need something?” My voice is hoarse.
She reaches behind her neck and tugs at the knot of her dress. The front falls to her hips revealing her huge bare tits at me. In the daylight, I can properly admire them. They are
perfectly symmetric. The color of her nipples are the softest-peach color I’ve ever seen. I frown when I notice dark marks on her throat. Before I can stop myself, I stalk over to her and clutch onto her shoulders. Sure enough, her throat is marked up. Last night I really did a number on her.
“I hurt you,” I utter, guilt infecting my tone.
She laughs and her perfect tits bounce. “I liked it. When you hurt me, I actually want it.”
I scowl, not understanding her. “Your fucking father hits on you. How am I any different?”
Her palms find my cheeks and she gives me a saucy grin. “You overpower me in a sexual way that turns me on. He’s just abusive. With you, I want you to…” she trails off and gives me an unsure stare.
“What?” I lean closer to her so I can inhale her. She smells of garlic and fucking devilish perfection.
“I want you hold me down and choke me. Tie me up and spank me. I want to be your bad girl and I want you to be the sheriff who punishes me,” she says, her eyes darkening with lust.
I close my eyes and wonder how the fuck she knows I’m into this kinky shit. It’s like she has direct access into my brain. “I’m not into hurting girls,” I lie.
She chuckles and her palm finds my aching cock through my slacks. “One time,” she utters in a breathy tone. “Last year, one night when I stayed over with Kelsey. You’d brought some woman home from the bar. I was woken up because I heard moaning. When I went in there, she was tied up and you were choking her while you fucked her. It was so hot. I was jealous, but I wanted to see. I sat right there on the floor where I could watch. While you drove into her, I fingered myself, wishing it were me instead of her. I came so hard that I was sure you heard me moaning your name.”
I’m glaring at her. “You watched?”
“That wasn’t the only time.” Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief. “I also watched you jack off a time or two.”
I growl. “You sneaky, bad girl.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “You have no idea how bad I can be, Sheriff.” Her dress slides to the floor and I can’t take my eyes off her stunning body. She’s shaved her pussy smooth and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to skip dinner and eat her out instead.
“Will you show me how to be bad?” she questions, an innocent pout on her lips.
I curse myself because I’m already nodding. With my eyes closed, I push her shoulders until she’s kneeling in front of me. I force myself to look at her and she looks so goddamned beautiful staring up at me. I stroke her hair and let out a growl.
“Bad girls suck cock.”
The wild glint in his gaze is one I’m quickly becoming addicted to. I love that I can push him past the brink of sanity. That I can make him crazy with the need to consume me. It’s empowering.
I’ve sucked a lot of cock over the years, but never for anyone I cared so deeply for. Suddenly, I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.
“What if you don’t like it?” I murmur.
His brown eyes are melted chocolate as he regards me with an intense stare. “I already fucking love it and you haven’t touched me yet.” He strokes my hair and smiles. “Now take my pants off and put my cock in your mouth.”
I laugh at his bold words, but it breaks the ice enough for me to power through my insecurities. As soon as I get his pants unfastened, I shove them and his boxers to his ankles. His heavy cock bobs out. I’ve never encountered such a thick cock before. I have been with pencil dicks and short dicks and mostly a few average dicks. But this dick is like the king of them all. A thick purple crown on his handsome head.
“Come on, bad girl,” he rumbles. “Stop teasing me.”
I lick my lips and smile. Then, I dart my tongue out to taste the tip. He’s salty and delicious. I love that he tastes clean, unlike the gross boys I’ve been with in the past. With newfound vigor, I wrap my lips around his cock and ease him into my mouth. My jaw aches because of his girth, but I don’t give up. I tongue the underside of his cock and try not to scrape him with my teeth. His tip pokes the back of my throat causing me to gag. He lets out a hiss, but grips my hair to urge me on. I choke on his fat dick. Slobber runs down my chin and my eyes burn but I suck his cock like I was born to.
“That’s good,” he coos. “Just like that. You’re going to make me come, beautiful.”
I look up at him and try my hardest to make this good for him. I never want him to want another woman. Just me. Always me.
“I want to come all over you face,” he hisses, his grip tightening on my hair. “I want my cum messing up your pretty hair.”
In the past, mostly I have just swallowed, but I can get down with this dirty act. I give him a slight nod. He grunts and jerks out of my mouth. I stare in awe as he strokes himself. Small sounds of pleasure escape him. I’m still admiring the way he grips his cock when a hot spurt of cum hits my cheek. I flutter my eyelashes to keep it from going in my eyes. He groans as he paints my face with his hot seed. Once he’s finished, I look up at him and grin.
“Was that good?”
He swipes some cum from my cheek with his thumb and then pushes it into my mouth. I love the taste of him and I greedily suck it off him. He continues to clean my face like this until I’m mostly wiped up.
“That was fucking perfect,” he utters as he helps me to my feet.
The timer in the kitchen dings and he curses.
“Come eat with me,” I tell him with a smile. “We can finish this later.”
“I can do the dishes,” I pout. “This was supposed to be your surprise.”
He just glares at me over his shoulder as he scrubs a pot. “And I told you, I’ve got this. To sit your pretty little ass over there and let me do this.”
I grumble and he splashes me with the soapy water. “Hey!”
“You don’t listen, do you?” he questions with a smirk. I take a moment to admire his backside in his dark grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his tapered hips. He hadn’t bothered with a T-shirt and his sculpted back is for my visual tasting. My nipples harden beneath the fabric of the dress I put back on earlier because just looking at him is a major turn on. My God, Kelsey has the hottest dad on the planet.
“You like it when I misbehave,” I challenge.
He pins me with another smoldering stare before splashing me again. I laugh and attempt to shove him, but he pulls me in front of him with my stomach pressed against the counter in front of the sink. His cock is hard as he grinds into my backside. He brings his wet hands to the front of my dress and caresses my breasts. “I love it when you’re bad,” he growls against the shell of my ear. “Because then I get to punish you.”
“This hardly feels like punishment,” I tease. But the way he rubs against my ass is torturous.
“Wash that pot,” he orders. “I want you to focus on scrubbing it good and clean.”
I look over my shoulder at him in confusion. “And if I don’t?”
His fingers pinch my nipples through the fabric of the dress. “Then I’ll give you a spanking, sweetheart.” He nips at my shoulder. “Now spread your legs.”
When I don’t move, he kicks my ankles apart. My pussy throbs with excitement. I love when he gets all angry alpha on me. He unties the knot at my neck and slowly lifts the dress up over my head. I’m naked with my legs spread apart, elbow deep in dish water. This surely can’t be hot, yet here I am, quivering with need.
I whimper when he gropes my ass before sliding his palm down the crack of my ass until he can cup my pussy from behind. His fingers disappear into my tight wet hole and I gasp because it feels too good.
“Wash the pot.”
I shiver and attempt with a trembling hand to scrub leftover spaghetti sauce from the pot. His fingers are teasing as they move in and out of me slowly. I want to grab his wrist and force him to go faster but something tells me he won’t be having it.
“Mmm…”
“Wash the pot, bad girl,” he growls as he urges a third finger inside me. “You’re sla
cking.”
I shudder. It’s hard to wash a pot with your eyes closed and someone fingering you into oblivion. I moan when he starts fucking me with his hand harder.
“Wash the fucking pot, baby,” he snarls. His thumb probes at the puckered hole of my ass. I let out a shriek. “Relax,” he coos. “You promised me this ass.”
I scrub the hell out of the pot and then sling it onto the counter. “There. Pot’s clean.”
He chuckles before he pushes on my back until my tits dip into the hot soapy water. I hiss because it burns my sensitive breasts. I have to clutch onto the sides of the sink to keep from drowning face first.
“Your cunt is so goddamned perfect,” he utters, his voice filled with awe. “I could spend hours touching it. I want to taste it too.”
I tremble at his words. He catches me off guard because in the next moment, he pushes his thumb into my asshole.
“Ahh!”
“Good girl,” he mutters, his free hand curling into my hair at the base of my skull. “You’re even tighter here. Who else has been in this ass, baby?”
I moan and my head starts to fall forward but he jerks it back.
“Answer me.”
“N-Nobody. I only ever wanted to try it with you,” I rush out, my voice quivering with anticipation.
“So my bad girl isn’t always bad?”
I try to shake my head but his brutal grip keeps me from moving. “No.”
He begins a slow, delicious fucking of his digits in both of my holes. I’ve never felt so filled up and consumed. My tits splash in the water but he keeps my head pulled back so I don’t accidentally dunk myself.
“I’m going to teach your pretty little ass to stretch and accept whatever it is I want to put in there,” he growls. “One day soon, I’ll have it primed to take my fat cock. You want that, bad girl? My fat cock rammed up your tight ass?”
His words both terrify me and turn me on. I’m so revved up right now. Between the splashing of my tits and the slurping sounds coming from down below, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so erotic.
