Page 22 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Oh, daddy,” she moans, her hips circling in a figure eight. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I want to come, daddy.”
“Good girl, sweetheart, use your words. Need to know what my sweet little girl needs,” I tell her, nipping at her thigh before I dive back into her.
Taking my time, I eat her to a trembling orgasm fast. I don’t stop though. No, I nuzzle her clit with my tongue, I wiggle it against the swollen nub, I make out with her sticky pussy. When her second orgasm hits, her hands slam against the bars, clanging loudly as she shouts.
“Oh God! I am coming! Don’t stop, it feels so good, daddy.”
“God, you taste so good coming down my throat, little girl.”
Once her shaking stops, I stand, tearing down my zipper hastily. Grabbing her by the back of her thighs, I lift her, hooking her knees at my elbows. Thrusting once, I sink deep and groan her name, my entire body relaxing now that I am where I belong.
“I love you,” I whisper to her softly, bending to touch my brow to hers. “I love you, Willa. I can’t wait to come home to you, to build a life with you, a family. You came here to raise hell and got the sheriff to fall in love with you.”
“I love you too, I do. I never thought I would get to have this. Get to feel this. I am so glad I came to raise hell. Oh, oh, yes,” she pants as I thrust up into her, her entire body slamming against the cell bars.
“God, this should not be so hot,” I tease as I rail her harder.
“Daddy punishing his bad girl, why shouldn’t it be so hot?”
“Fuck, I love when you call me that, sweetheart. God, I’m going to get you pregnant fast, Willa. I want you round with my baby.”
“Would I still be your little girl?”
That does it, her filthy little words send me hurtling over the edge. I grasp her hips, pumping into her as I come hard. Her head falls against my shoulder as she comes too, panting my name as she chokes my cock. I cradle her to me, letting her hands down to drape them around me.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” I answer at last as I carry her to my office. Why not christen it while I have her here? “You will always be my little girl.”
“Guess you locked me down, sheriff.”
Yeah, I guess I locked down my little troublemaker, didn’t I?
Epilogue
Willa
Who does not love a wedding?
The flowers, the romance, the beautiful gown. Rich girls know how to throw a wedding, that is for damn sure. Quinn’s wedding is the talk of the town, and I could not be happier for her. With Brielle, Lennon, Mollie, and I acting as her bridesmaids, it has been a helluva good time.
Brielle will be married in a few months too, and Lennon is right behind her. I ought to be next in line. Thereisa ring on my finger, one I glance down at with a swell of love in my chest. Who needs a wedding? I never wanted to be married, I never even gave it a single thought before.
“I adore how he looks at you,” Mollie teases as she tips her head towards a group of big, burly men, one of them with eyes on me.
That swell of love in my chest triples in size. I could say the same to her about her husband, Mack, but we don’t need to tell her how much he adores her. Besides, all I care about is getting to my stud sheriff so we can dance at Quinn’s wedding.
“There she is,” Watt calls, reaching his hand out as he steps away from the crowd of mountain men waiting for their women. “The most beautiful woman here.”
“Stop it,” I flush as he draws me close, “Quinn is the most beautiful here tonight, she is the bride, stud.”
“Nah, not to me she ain’t. Though I would never let Keller hear me say it. You would make a stunning bride, sweetheart.”
Sighing, I nod as I press closer. Watt asked me to be his wife two months to the day after he knocked on my hotel door, looking for the town’s biggest criminal. We were at the cabin close to the holidays, the place twinkling with the over the top décor he let me drape it in.
“Willa,” his words come back to me now as we move to the dance floor, his hands holding me close. “I love you. I have from the start, and I will to the end. Be my wife, sweetheart. Take my last name like you’ve taken all the rest of me.”
My yes came so fast, I think I stunned us both. At first he never mentioned a wedding or asked me to set a date. Once our friends started sending invites and we were a part of things, he started to get a little antsy. I do want to be his wife, I just don’t know if I care about a wedding.
“I would marry you on the mountain, at the bar, at city hall, or on the North Pole, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want to be your husband. You gotta make an honest man out of me soon.”
