Chapter 3
***Casey***
Fuck! He sure does have magic fingers. As they circle my
clit, I reach behind me and stroke him through his boxers. He moans, burying
his face in my neck. I’d be crumbling beneath his neck kisses if his fingers
weren’t already driving me to distraction.
“You smell divine,” he mutters.
I do? I can’t even remember if I used perfume. His erection
swells beneath my fingers, and I bite back a moan. The sheriff has quite a
pistol; it’s time to see if he knows how to use it. I turn to face him and pull
his head down to mine. When I wrap my legs around him, he slides his hand back
into my panties. This time, he slips his middle finger inside me. A gasp
escapes my lips, and I clutch his shoulders tightly.
“Casey….”
I fist my hands in his hair as his tongue explores my mouth.
He sets a rhythm, his finger moving in and out. I pull his head back and trail
my lips down his neck. Another finger joins the one already inside me, and he
lets out a low, animalistic growl. I grind on his fingers, feeling like there’s
lava flowing in my veins. Trying to free his dick, I push frantically at his
boxers, trying to work them down with my thighs.
“Wait… I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready. I’m ready!”
“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please,” I beg.
He grabs my waist, lifts me out of the water, and sets me on
the edge of the pool. As his fingers curl into the waistband of my panties, I
place my feet on his shoulders as leverage. I raise my hips off the ground, and
he removes my underwear, tossing it aside. With a smirk, he trails a finger
down the strip of hair on my mound.
“I see you’re a natural redhead.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Move closer.”
I slide to the very edge of the pool, and he wraps my legs
around his neck. Breathing heavily, I watch as he leans in. I moan as he buries
his face in my pussy, inhaling deeply. He whispers something, but I can’t make
out what it is. After trailing his tongue along my lips, he concentrates on my aching
clit.
“Oh, God!” I cry out.
I grab a handful of his hair as his tongue swirls, making
figure eights. Moving back to my clit, he closes his lips around it and sucks
on it like a cherry Blow Pop, his hand sliding up my stomach to cup my breast.
I arch my back, thrusting it toward him as he twirls my nipple between his
fingers. I won’t last much longer if he keeps this up. Pulling back, he lightly
blows on my clit, making my entire body shiver. My thighs tremble from the
pleasure as he flails his tongue against it.
“Fuck… Yes!”
He raises his head and looks up at me, lips glistening wet. “Do
you know how delicious you are?”
“Don’t stop!”
With a smirk, he lowers his head once more. The moment his
tongue touches my clit, pleasure grips my body, rendering me motionless.
“Oh, my God. I’m coming!”
He thrusts his finger inside me as the convulsions take over,
flicking his tongue relentlessly. I tighten my legs around his neck, crying out
at the intensity. My body is a slave to his gifted tongue, and the world goes
dark as my soul reaches for the heavens.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Yes… Yes… Yours!”
I fall back onto the concrete panting for breath. That was…
Wow! That had to be at least a 9.0 on the Richter scale.
“That’s not my name.”
Huh? Sitting up, I look down at him with furrowed
brows.
“My name is not God,” he clarifies.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he pulls me back into
the pool.
“Well, maybe you should consider changing it, Sheriff
because that was heavenly.”