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

really to hold up.” She glanced down at her naked breasts, surprised by how unconcerned she was at being naked in front of him.

“Hey, don’t insult my breasts.”

He drew her forward by her hips and kissed each nipple. She sucked in a breath at the rasp of his bristled cheek as he rubbed it against each tip.

“Fucking love how responsive you are,” he told her gruffly.

She ran her fingers through his short hair. “Only for you.”

“Fucking love that too.”

He took her breast into his mouth then released it slowly, using his tongue to lave at her nipple.

“Ed,” she groaned.

“That’s it, moan my name. Let me hear it. Don’t hold back.”

Her breath came in hard pants as he played with her nipples until her body was on fire, until she thought she might explode with need. Then he pulled the zipper down and rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Ed. Ed.”

“Beg me, my girl. Beg me to let you come,” he muttered, kissing his way up her neck then nipping her ear.

She couldn’t, could she? Oh heck. He paused and she rubbed frantically against his finger. But it wasn’t the same.

“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