Page 8 of Locked Up by The Libra
Her skirt flies up, reminding me I took her panties earlier. Seeing her sex bare, the small triangle of blond hair leading to heaven I got a taste of, I groan. My dick pulses against her ass hungrily. Turning to kneel between my thighs she is panting as she fumbles with my belt and zipper.
“What do you need, sugar? Do you want to sit on daddy’s cock?”
“No,” she whimpers, her hands diving inside to wrap around me. “I want to suck it.”
“Oh, fuck. Stay on your knees, little girl. Show me those pretty tits,” I growl, reaching up to yank at the neckline, ripping it. Her gasp has my cock leaking into her little palm. “Ahh, that’s a good girl. Now come here, wrap that pretty mouth around me, sugar.”
Bending, her bare ass popped in the air, she moans as she licks at the crown. Her sucking noises as she eats up my precum makes my balls tingle. Watching me in the pale moonlight, she pushes forward, taking me balls deep in her throat in one impressive swallow.
“Holy hell,” I groan, head falling back against the windshield. “Fuck, that mouth is hot. Such a good little girl, sugar. Sucking daddy so good.”
Her little mewl at my praise vibrates up my cock as her hand cups my sac. My eyes almost cross. If I had my way, she’d spin her ass my way so I could get my fingers inside her. Another time. As it is, I am about to blow just watching her bob on my dick, the gagging sounds of her taking me deep so hot I know I won’t last.
“Going to come sugar. Want it down your throat? Or want me to paint those pretty tits with it?”
“Both, I want both,” she pleads, sucking noisily at me.
Just as I feel the jingle jangle of my orgasm, I hear footsteps behind us. Tapping her head, I pull her off my me, laughing when she pouts. Fixing her top—well, as best I can with how I ruined it—I reach for my hip. Of course, my gun is not there, I never admitted I am the sheriff.
“Hey, folks,” a familiar voice calls as I am zipping up. “This is private property, you cannot be here. Going to have to ask you two to come down from there.”
Bright beams of light shine on her face and I curse. I want to smack the fucking MAG light out of Dole’s hands, but he flashes it on me before I can. Realizing he will blow my cover with Willa, I panic. I will tell her who I am, just not yet. I cannot let her know that I know more about who she is yet.
“What is the problem, officer?” I speak up, sliding us both off the hood in a careful move.
Glaring at him over her head, I shake my head at him once he realizes who is standing here. I even put a finger to my lips, pointing down at Willa, as if it is enough to explain finding us out here. Dole blinks at me with a cock of his head before he slowly smirks as he gets it.
“Just told you, son,” he grins big because he clearly is getting a kick out of my predicament. “Private property. Can’t be out here hooking up like a bunch of teenagers.”
“Officer, we were not…” Willa trails off as she dips her head. Oh, yes, we totally were.
“Ma’am, do you have some ID? You too, sir.”
I am a damn good shot with a firearm. I think I could get a hold of his gun and pull it on him. He might not even put up a fight. Might think I am kidding. Right now, I would not be. Covering his chuckle as a cough, he takes the IDs we hold out for him, tipping his head at us.
“I am going to ask you two to come take a seat in my cruiser. I am not arresting you, just detaining you while I get some answers.”
“Officer, that does not seem necessary,” I bark, hands on Willa’s shoulders as I push her behind me.
“No, it’s fine. He is all alone, Watt. They do it for their safety. Been arrested before.”
Brows waggling playfully in the stream of headlights as she grins up at me, I think she takes complete ownership of me right then. Laughing, I nod at her, letting her head towards the car. As I pass Dole, I land a soft smack to his sack, laughing when he grunts.
“Don’t tell her who I am. I will explain later, dick.”
“Yessir, dick. Use this time to be more romantic than hooking up on the hood of a piece of shit Ford.”
“Going to remember that officer.”
Dole is laughing as he loads us into the car, pulling at his handcuffs. I glare up at him, shaking my head just once. No way. If anyone is putting her in handcuffs, it is me and it won’t be in the back of a cruiser. It will be in my bed, with her stripped down and coming on my face.
“Am I falling for a little felon?” I tease her as I press closer than I need to. After reading her records I was aware of her being arrested before. What I was not aware of was how it excites her.
“Not my first time trespassing, stud. Not even the second. Doing what I do, we have to jump fences, climb buildings, piss off the powers that be.”
“Little troublemaker. God, you’re fucking adorable. Come here,” I husk, reaching out to brush her blond locks back. “I want a nice, long taste of you, sugar.”
Eating her moan as I fit my mouth to hers, my gut twists. I am the one in trouble. I want her so desperately I am lying about who I am. Trying to be what she needs, no matter the cost. Because I think I need her more than she needs someone to save her. I don’t want to save her. I just want to keep her.
