Sheriff Daddy’s Unforgettable Little by Jess Winters
CHAPTER SIX
Winston
Seeing her standing there in the cold in a baggy shirt that covered the short shorts she wore made me want to scoop her into my arms and carry her all the way to the car, but I knew I was already pushing my luck thanks to the statement I had just made. She shivered as she followed me to the car, and I knew she was regretting not changing into something warmer. Not that she would need it, of course. After seeing the wreck of a place that she called home, I didn't plan on letting her leave any time soon. Once I got her home, I planned on making her never want to leave my house again. All I had to do was get her there, first.
Once the car was fully warmed up, I turned on the heater and let it run at full capacity, blasting us both with a powerful burst of warm air. She looked grateful for the heat, and I didn't need it, so I turned the vents towards her, allowing her to keep all the heat for herself. She smiled sleepily as she rested her head against the cold window, and, within minutes, she was fast asleep. I smiled as I drove along, allowing myself the occasional glance in her direction. She was so adorable as she slept, and, remembering that I had to get her into the house once we arrived, I quickly realized I didn't have the heart to wake her up for her slumber.
My house was in a quiet suburb where crime was just a memory of the events from earlier that same day. We had a neighborhood watch, but they mostly stuck to watching over the kids who would play in the streets and report back to parents when said children misbehaved. They would all be fast asleep by now, and I was thankful for this as well as my two car garage. The last thing I wanted was someone seeing me carry an unconscious woman into my house and getting the wrong idea. Once I had turned off the car and closed the garage door, I unbuckled and turned my attention to the sleeping woman beside me. Seeing that she was still dead to the world, I got out of the car and carefully made my way to the door to the house.
After unlocking the house door and opening it, I went back to the car and opened the passenger side door. Careful not to disturb my sleeping guest, I lifted her up and out of the car, nudging the door shut with my hip before going inside. Once inside, I nudged the garage door shut as well, making sure that it didn't slam and wake her up, then I started upstairs to the guest bedroom. As soon as I set her down, she curled up on her side, a dreamy smile on her peaceful, sleeping face. My arousal became evident as I covered my sleeping guest with a blanket and closed the door, leaving her to sleep comfortably in the queen sized bed I had placed her on.
Now that she was sleeping comfortably upstairs, I grew restless and paced the house, completing small tasks like locking the car door, even though it was safe in the garage, then locking the door to the garage before going upstairs to my room, which was just across the hallway. My king sized bed seemed even bigger, colder, and lonelier now that the woman I was fascinated with slept peacefully in the room just across from me, and, alone in my room with the late night news on, I struggled with the throbbing erection I had received while tucking her in. I wanted to go and be with her, but, with her being asleep, I knew that was a bad idea. So, I decided to relieve myself the only way I knew how.
The head of my cock looked purpleish when I freed it from the confines of my briefs, and I gently massaged it before taking hold of the shaft and gently working it in my hand, the image of Celeste on her tiny, twin sized bed with her hand in her panties fresh in my mind. I began to imagine what I would have liked to have done in that situation but was too surprised to. If I had been a little more sensible and not wasted the opportunity, I would have climbed onto the bed with her and kissed her ruby red lips. She would have arched her body upwards to meet my touch, offering it like a sacrifice to the beast that was my carnal desire, and I would have pulled my pants down and taken her.
I would have started on top of her, gently thrusting into her sex and listening to the gasp she would have made as I entered her body. Holding her by the legs, I would have worked inside her, staring down at that perfect, curvy body. If she didn't cum, I would pull out, flip her over onto her belly, and take her that way, gripping her hair into a makeshift ponytail as I tapped that sweet, luscious ass. If she got too loud, I would have gently forced her head down so that she could bite the pillow as I fucked her harder and faster, gaining momentum with every thrust…
I moaned as I massaged my cock, imitating how it would feel to fuck someone as best as I could with my massive hand. She would obviously feel much different on my cock, of course. She would feel tight, slick, and warm, and my balls would bounce gently off the outside of her sex as I fucked her. Her moans would be music to my ears, and I would suck at her nipples while she squirmed in pleasure beneath me. God, how I wanted to have her at my mercy, and the longer I imagined what I would do to her once she was, the more the feeling of tension built up inside me, filling like a water balloon that was ready to pop.
Finally, my cock erupted, and I grunted as the hot, sticky seed spilled into my hands. I immediately came to regret jerking off in bed as I looked at the mess in my hands while discontent filled me. Making my way over to the bathroom to wash my hands, I shook my head at the disgusting mess as I washed it away. I hated the idea of wasting my seed and wished I could have pumped them into Celeste. As soon as I was cleaned up, I went back to bed and turned off the TV, my mind lingering on my fantasy about Celeste.
"Soon," I promised myself. "Soon."
