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Breaking off, I give Judge time to handle the ramifications of what just happened, but Sheriff Larry’s moved over to the bar. He and Frasier are reliving the events of the fight, sharing a beer and reminiscing about the excitement they just went through.
“Got any questions you need me to answer, sheriff?” Judge asks, still holding me, eyes locked together.
“Of course, I do,” Larry says. “Do you want a job?”
We all laugh together, basking in the glow of victory.
11
JUDGE
Iexpected worse, and if Allistair thought he had a chance of stopping me, he had to bring worse. The batch of sorry fuckers didn’t even bring a gun between them. They were never walking out the winners.
As one does after a fight, Carrie and I find a place around the bar and have a drink with Frasier and Larry. Turns out the sheriff isn’t even on duty. He’s here on a personal capacity, trying to figure out what the hoodlums who rolled into town wanted. No wonder he was happy to throw down.
“Wanna head upstairs?” I whisper in Carrie’s ear after Larry’s fourth retelling of how he knocked one of ‘em out with a single punch. I can only stand so much of this chit-chat while I should be balls deep inside this beautiful woman at my side.
“You’re going to come too, right?” She asks, not catching the subtlety of the message.
Good thing I’ve got a perfect answer for her. “Of course, Baby. We’re both gonna be coming.” Her face instantly lights up. “All night long.”
She excuses herself and rushes upstairs, and a few minutes later, I make my excuses to get the things out of the car. I tell them I’ll be back soon, but the way Frasier’s rolling his eyes at me, he knows he’ll have to take charge of the bar again tonight.
I grab Carrie’s bags from my truck and head upstairs. The lights are on in the room, but I don’t hear her stirring. I don’t know why that’s my first thought. It’s not like there’s anything to do in there other than sleep. Suppose she might be playing on her phone, though.
Opening the door, I’m greeted by far more than I expected.
Carrie’s lying naked on the bed, with her lower body facing the door. One of her hands is between her legs, gently stroking the length of her slit. Her eyes are on me immediately, inspecting my face while she continues touching herself. Wanting to see me crumble.
And God knows, it’s happening. I’m surprised the bags are still in my hands. Hell, I’m even more in awe that I’ve managed to stay on my own two feet.
“Took you forever, Daddy.” She whines like a bratty little princess.Mybratty little princess. “I almost thought you weren’t gonna come.”
“Daddy wouldn’t miss this for the fucking world, Baby.” I stare at her, mesmerized by the finger slipping and sliding against her silky wetness.
“What are you waiting for then?” A moan slips out of her mouth with the words.
That’s a good question that has no answer. I step inside and shut the door behind me, discarding Carrie’s bags in the cornerand hurriedly rushing to the bed. I shed various layers with every step, struggling momentarily with my jeans when they get hooked on my thick, throbbing cock.
Fuck, this woman is something else. Anything and everything she does zaps all sense out of my brain and leaves me desperate and reeling for more. Like I’m a damned druggy, and another taste of her pussy is my cure.
I fall onto my knees when I reach the edge of the bed. We went slowly and carefully last night, but that’s not going to happen today. Watching her finger dance against her skin, I hook my arms under her knees and pull her toward me. She giggles at my ferocity, but the joyful chortle is stifled as I bury my face between her thighs.
My mouth hits her hand first, but she pulls it away to give me full access. She snakes it around my face, gripping the back of my neck, and buries my face tighter against her. I slip my tongue out and coat it in her nectar. Fireworks instantly shoot off in the back of my head. Euphoric bliss grips me in the loins as I lap up every ounce of her wetness.
“Yes, Daddy, don’t stop,” she mewls and grinds against my face.
Once I’m satisfied with the foreplay licks, I slot my thumb at her entrance. It might be shorter than my other fingers, but it’s pretty thick, and while my mouth moves higher to swallow her clit, I jam my digit inside of her.
Carrie’s body snaps forward, and she wriggles frantically at the sensations. I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit, rolling circles around it, feeling as it blossoms out in my mouth, all while thrusting and curving my thumb as far and deep as it can go.
Frantic, choked noises erupt from above. Attempts to speak, probably say something dirty or say the word she knows tips me over the edge, but nothing can pass the impenetrable wall of moans.
And then it happens. Thrust full of pleasure, Carrie’s flood gates open, and before I have a chance to notice, her thighs and my face are coated in her delicious juices.
“You didn’t tell me you were about to cum, Baby,” I whisper against her pussy, before diving in for a second round of my all-you-can-eat Carrie buffet.
“I’m s-sorry, D-D-Daddy,” she mutters, lost in her own lust-induced trance. “It happened so quickly. I couldn’t think.”
