Sheriff Daddy’s Dreamy Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

 

 

 

EVA

Back at Josh’s, he decided it would be his honor to make me something for lunch. Even though I told him I wasn’t all that hungry, he couldn’t be persuaded. The truth was, I was starving—just not for food, exactly.

I was hungry for . . . Josh.

He was all ii could think about. Indeed, even as I’d snuck out of the house that day and went back to work to beg my boss for my job back, I had heard Josh’s voice in my head.

He haunted my dreams with his bewitching gaze, more feline than man, or perhaps some romantic hybrid of both.

I could hardly believe the ridiculous thoughts I was having. Twisting fantasies of Josh and I, intertwined in bed. At that very moment, I was in the middle of squeezing my thighs together, trying not to lose control at the island in the center of the kitchen.

“Can’t food wait?” I asked, giving him my best pouting face.

“You’re cute when you make that face,” he said, turning back to the grilled cheese with tomatoes.

“Thank you Daddy. But I’m really fine.”

He chuckled, flipping over the grilled cheese in the pan.

“Whatever it is you’re plotting, love, it should wait until after we’re done eating.”

I huffed and placed my elbows on the table.

Soon he was placing a plate in front of me with a sandwich and a glass of milk.

“Eat up,” he told me.

“What if I don’t want to?” I teased.

He strode towards me, taking my face in his hands and leaning in closely. We stayed like that for a few seconds before lust took over and we began kissing, softly at first, then hungrily, ferociously.

He tasted sweet, like vanilla and smoke. I felt his hands in my long black hair, then around my waist as he tugged me closer.

His large palm was inching slowly beneath the hem of my skirt until suddenly he stopped.

“Eat ups first, then you’ll get your reward. Or perhaps I should punish you for having such a fowl mouth earlier?”

I flushed. Was it too much to ask for both?

All I could do in response was nod. I was too turned on to speak, let alone negotiate about what kind of attention I wanted more of. The truth of the matter was, I wanted all of it.

“Aren’t you going to sit with me, Daddy?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

He sat down in the seat next to me.

“Eat up, baby girl,” he said.

“Fine,” I begrudgingly replied.

We ate in silence and when at last I was finished with lunch, I realized I was exhausted. I had gotten up so early to beg for my job back that I’d barely gotten any sleep. I could barely stand, let alone walk up the stairs.

“Let me help.”

He scooped me into his arms and began carrying me up the stairs. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, tugging him closer so I could feel the scruff of his beard.

“You make me feel so safe, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear.

“That makes me so happy, baby girl.”

When we got upstairs he threw me down on the bed. I had changed earlier from my uniform into a small black dress with satin bows on the front. Josh set about untying the bows slowly, ribbon by ribbon until my stomach and chest were exposed.

“You’re so sexy, baby girl,” he whispered, planting kisses across my exposed skin.

“That feels . . . so good,” I replied, breath hitching in my throat.

He crouched down on the edge of the bed and buried his head between my legs. I couldn’t handle how good it felt, I could hardly keep my legs still.

Josh placed his hands firmly on my thighs, keeping me grounded as he licked and sucked at my clit.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned.

“Not just yet,” he teased. “You were  very naughty today and you need to wait to receive your pleasure.”

I gripped the sheets and squirmed beneath him. He reached out and held my wrists, pinning me to the bed as his tongue spiraled against me faster and faster.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded, eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on the feeling of pleasure and not how badly I wanted to tug Josh on top of me.

He pressed my clit apart further and moved his tongue in small circles until I came at last, bucking beneath his touch. I couldn’t handle how good it felt, and I moaned out his name.

“How did it feel?” he asked me.

“So good, I want more of you,” I said, tugging him close.

“What do we say?”

“Please, Daddy. Come closer, I want to feel you inside me.”

He climbed on top and slid his hard cock inside of me. Instantly, I could feel pleasure blooming across my skin like flowers coming to life in the Spring. He started slow at first, then he became hungry, hitting my g-spot with every fierce thrust of his hips.

“I love this,” I whispered to him.

“Do you now,” he chuckled, leaning down to bite my ear.

I moaned again in ecstasy. My legs were already wrapped around him, and I gripped tighter, wanting him to press deeper.

He switched, starting to move slower than before, moving his hips against me so he could hit more of my pressure points.

When he finally came, he pulled me closer to him, groaning out my name on the final pump.

“Want to go skinny dipping, baby girl?”

I giggled and swept a stray hair away from his eyes.

“Definitely, Daddy.”