Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (top 10 novels to read .TXT) 📕

“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, sprawled 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?

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