Chapter 30 #3
“You may want to keep your cute little noises to yourself, Baby Girl. You never know who might hear them, and I’d hate to have to cut someone’s ears off because they heard you moan from my mouth on your pussy.”
Blake bites her lip.
Hard.
Squirming at my promise.
Instead of licking her arousal from her folds, I switch to the other leg and start all over again.
Blake flops onto her back, throwing her arm over her eyes and lets a frustrated snarl.
“Something wrong?” I tease.
Blake sits back up. “I swear to God, Walker Maddox. If you don’t get your mouth on my pussy soon, I’m going to use my hand.”
“Don’t threaten me with a show,” I smirk.
Blake bites her lip again, and without warning, I go right for her core. She has to bite her hand to keep herself from shouting.
My tongue dips between her folds, licking up her juices, and I savor the taste.
I’m going to need this every day until I die.
My tongue circles around her entrance, and her hole contracts, needing to be filled. Giving her what she wants, I spear my tongue inside her channel, and her whole body shivers.
I dip my tongue in and out, gliding up to her clit and back down. She soaks my face and the table, a wet spot forming beneath her.
The next time I slip my tongue inside, she explodes.
I reach my hand up and cover Blake’s mouth, her teeth biting into my palm.
Her legs tremble as she writes, riding out the wave of her release, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When she relaxes back into the table, I remove my tongue from her core, licking her clit. Blake spasms, shoving my face away.
“Too much,” she whines.
Standing up, the chair slides back, and I undo my pants and push them down my legs along with my boxers.
Blake lifts her head, her gaze going right to my hard length, and her mouth drops open.
“Holy shit.”
My fist wraps around my shaft, pumping as I gaze at her body. Blake watches me intently, licking her lips.
“Fuck, Baby. We don’t have time for that right now, but next time, I’ll let you choke on my cock.”
Her eyes widen as she clenches her thighs, thrilled at the idea I put in her head.
Craving her lips on mine, I wrap my hand around her throat and guide her to lie back on the table. I follow her down, crawling on top and thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
Blake sucks my tongue into her mouth, and I feel my length ready to spill.
Blake lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist. She uses her position to push her hips, trying to get my cock in her channel.
“Patience,” I growl.
Her voice turns pleading. “I need you, Walk. I need to feel your cock move in and out. I need you to fill me with your cum.”
“Fuck, Baby Girl,” I swear, my control snapping.
Adjusting her hips, I angle my own and notch my tip at her entrance. At an agonizingly slow pace, I move my hips in small, shallow thrusts to work my way in.
A crease forms between Blake’s brows as she chants, begging for more.
Once I’m completely seated inside her channel, I clench my jaw, holding my release back. I haven’t been on the verge of a climax this quickly since I was a teenager.
Moving my hips back, I almost pull all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. Then abruptly, I snap my hip forward, filling her.
“Good God, Walker,” Blake pants.
“Hold on to something,” I warn her.
Blake scrambles to grip the edge of the table, then I pull back again and pump again.
I pump in and out.
In and out.
The conference table rocks, creaking with the pace I set. I repeat my motions, holding back my release.
My Baby Girl comes first.
A drop of sweat trickles down from my temple, exertion and pleasure stealing my breath.
I use one hand to cup her breast, twisting and plucking her turgid peak, forcing her to ride that line between pain and pleasure.
“You need to tell me now, Blake. Am I pulling out or coming inside you?”
“Inside me.” Her answer is immediate. “I take the pill.”
“Fuck yes,” I breathe out.
Her pussy clamps down on my shaft unexpectedly, her orgasm hitting her without warning. She opens her mouth to scream, and I cover her sounds with my hand.
The next squeeze of her channel, thrusts me into the blissful high of my own climax, her pussy milking my cock dry. My orgasm feels as if it goes on forever.
Coming down from the high, I rest my forehead against hers. Neither of us utters a word, basking in the glow.
Placing my lips to hers one more time, I stand up straight and pull up my pants. I don’t care that my dick is covered in our mess.
Blake snaps her bra in the back and searches for her sweater.
Snagging her panties off the floor, I slide her legs in and bring them up to her hips.
Blake squirms. “I need to clean up.”
“Leave it,” I command. My hand covers her pussy possessively. “I want you to remember.”
She slaps my arm half-heartedly. “You dirty man.”
We turn away from each other, searching the room for the remainder of our clothing. Blake flings my shirt in my direction, and I throw her leggings to her.
Reaching for my belt, my hand freezes, hovering in the air.
The light reflects off the polished brass.
My chain and my freedom.
My responsibility to this town.
My badge.
I’m the sheriff of Evergreen Falls.
What the hell have I done?