Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10), Laylah Roberts [tohfa e dulha read online .txt] 📗

small punishment for not doing what you were told. It killed two birds with one stone. Now, are you going to do as you were told? Or are we stopping and going to sleep?”

He waited. He wondered if she might tell him to get fucked, well this was Georgie, so she’d likely say get fudged, and then attempt to storm off.

Attempt to, because he wasn’t about to let her go. To leave him.

Christ. He was starting to realize he was just as insane as the rest of the people in this town. He might try to be the voice of reason. To keep the law. But when it came to his girl, he wasn’t thinking like the sheriff.

Nope, he was all man.

Insanely possessive, extremely jealous, over-the-top protective.

She was his.

She’d stay his.

He didn’t intend to let her go. Or to allow anyone to take her from him. And if they tried . . .

He would destroy anyone who got between him and his girl.

Yep, just as insane as the rest of them. And the sad fact was, he didn’t much care.

There was nothing more important than keeping his girl safe. No matter what he had to do to achieve that.

Satisfaction filled him as she lay down and slipped off the boxers. Then she grasped hold of the headboard and slowly parted her legs. He bet if he turned on a light that she’d be blushing. He’d allow her to hide for tonight.

But that was soon going to change. He was going to know everything. His patience only went so far. She was his and that meant that he would know her as well as he did himself.

Starting with her body.

Fuck, she was delicious. He started at her lips. Kissed his way along her jaw, down her neck. Then he licked her nipples, sucking on them until they were hard peaks. As he moved down her body, he lavished her with praise. And he knew she was soaking it up. Her body was relaxing. She didn’t make any noise, though. Was that something she thought he wanted? Her silence?

Moving down her stomach, he ran his tongue along her scar. She let out a gasp.

A smile crossed his lips, satisfaction filling him. Better. Much better. He was going to have her screaming by the time he was finished with her. As he grew closer to her pussy, he could smell her.

Fuck, the scent of her need could become addictive.

It had taken all the control he had not to lose it when she talked about some other bastard touching her. It made him a complete hypocrite since he wasn’t exactly a virgin. Still, he didn’t like to think of anyone having his Georgie-girl before him.

She. Was. His.

But he’d known she needed to get it out. And he had to give her what she required. A need that was impossible to ignore now that he’d claimed her.

Now, he just had to get her to recognize his claim.

He licked along her stomach. His tongue moved in an M then an I followed by an N then lastly an E.

MINE.

A small whimper came from her mouth. Progress. Up until now, she’d been pretty silent.

Shifting himself, he knelt between her legs.

“You don’t have to stay quiet,” he told her as he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs then back down, teasing her, getting closer and closer to her pussy. It had to be killing her, yet she still remained quiet.

“W-what?”

“You can beg me, moan, cry, doesn’t guarantee you’ll get what you want. But then, I might like hearing you beg for me to touch you. Play with you. Make you come.”

“Oh, I thought . . .”

“You thought what?”

“I kind of thought you might want me to be quiet. I’m not used to making noises during this type of thing.”

This type of thing? Fuck, she was cute.

“Then this is a good time to start, isn’t it?” He ran a finger through her slit to reward her for telling him what she was thinking then he slid it deep into her pussy, thrusting it back and forth. She let out a small moan. That was definitely a start.

“I want to hear everything, every whimper and moan. Don’t hold back.”

“Oh God,” she said as he moved another finger inside her, joining the first.

“That’s it, baby. Shit, your pussy is so hot and tight.”

“Ed,” she cried. “The things you say.”

He drew his fingers free then sucked her juices from them.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Fucking delicious.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” she muttered.

He had to chuckle. “My girl, you’re about to find out.”

“Heaven help me.”

“Only I can help you.” He kissed up her thigh then laid a kiss right on the top of her slit. “I’m the one you’ll come to for help. The one you’ll look to for support. I’ll be everything to you.”

“You can’t say that. Not yet.”

“Seems I’m tired of going slow.”

“That’s what you think you’ve been doing? Going slow?” she squeaked.

Then he parted her lower lips and breathed on her plump lips.

Once she trusted him more, which would be very soon, he was going to lay her out on his dining room table and feast. Or maybe he’d lift her in his arms, press her against the wall and go to town.

Both. He had time for both.

He had forever, after all.

When Granger men fell, they fell hard. Fast. And it was forever. But he couldn’t bring out the engagement ring just yet.

Patience.

“I gave you time at the hospital on your own. I didn’t want to.” He took a long lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. Then he lightly flicked the tight nub until she was shifting around beneath him, her breath coming in sharp pants.

“Ed. Ed, please.”

Fuck, she tasted delicious. His new favorite taste. His addiction.

He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and she groaned. Damn, he wanted to hear her scream. But he knew that might take time. Still, he’d see how much he