Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
That’s when I finally give myself permission to stop holding back. My cock throbs as I empty into her hot little cunt, and I fall on top of her. She’s pinned to the bed as I keep cumming, to the point that it spills out between us.
I kiss her cheek, her shoulder, everywhere I can reach as I try and catch my breath. It’s the single most intense orgasm of my life, and I might have blacked out at one point.
“I think you broke me,” Georgia mumbles, and I grin against her neck.
“Still feel like eating donuts?”
“Always.”
I laugh as I pull out, and Georgia groans at the loss, but as soon as I’ve flipped her over onto her back, I thrust my hard cock inside her.
“I’m going to take it as a compliment that you never get soft,” she says as I kiss my way down to her breasts.
“I’m afraid as long as you’re near me it’s going to stay that way.”
“I guess having you glued to my side won’t be so bad after all.”
I take her wrists in my hands and lift them over her head. I’m gentle at first, but when I’ve got them pinned above her, I tighten my grip so she can’t move.
“So tell me something, Sheriff.”
She stiffens at the change in my voice. “I assumed when we were in bed together, I was just Georgia.”
“Well, then explain to me why you ran out on me this morning and then went and tore your cruiser apart before you went to the diner.” Her eyes widen, and her mouth pops open, but no words come out. “And this time, don’t lie to me.”
“I wasn’t lying, well not exactly. I might have left off a stop or two, but you distracted me with your mouth and tongue and…you know.”
“Cock?”
“Yes, and right now, it’s inside me, so I’m having a hard time gathering my thoughts.”
“You mean gathering your lies.”
She huffs and tries to wiggle out of my hold, but it only makes my cock go deeper.
“Neil.”
My name comes out like a whine, but I’m not letting her go until I’ve got some answers.
Chapter Fifteen
GEORGIA
He plans to make me reveal all of my secrets. How did he even know where I’d gone and what I did? These FBI agents are too crafty. No one ever taught me these investigative skills during my training as a sheriff. Not that there was any actual training. The last sheriff just told me not to shoot anyone, which I haven't. Yet. If Neil doesn't make me cum, though, I might end that streak.
Maybe these tactics are in one of the many handbooks at the station, but I’m so not reading them. They're thick and heavy, but not in a good way like Neil. If the handbooks were available in audio format, then I might consider listening to them. They’d have to give it to me because I’m not wasting my valuable audio credits.
“Georgia,” Neil warns, making my focus come back on him.
I attempt to wiggle my body, seeking friction, but it proves to be useless. “This is kidnapping.”
“Okay.” Neil's face gives nothing away.
“Okay? You're just okay with kidnapping me?”
“Yes,” he responds without any hesitation.
“And then doing naughty things to me?” My words come out all sultry, but I hadn't meant for them to. I'm honestly not sure where it came from.
“Most definitely.” Neil pulls out a little before thrusting back in, making me gasp. I swear his cock is getting bigger.
“What's happening?” I whimper. I'm so close, but it feels like my orgasm is so far away. I have no clue how he gets my body to go off so quickly. He must understand it better than I do because he's making sure that with each thrust it's not hitting where I need it.
“I'm doing naughty things to you.” He leans down, his mouth coming to my ear. “Whether you like it or not.” My pussy clenches around his cock in response. “Feels like my girl loves the idea.”
“My vagina is a traitor,” I say because I can’t deny it.
“No, she just belongs to me now.” He nips my neck, and it sends a hot wave of pleasure down my body.
“Make me cum and I'll tell you everything.” At this point I’m not above begging. I’ll just say whatever I need to and get out of it later.
“Why should I believe you? You enjoy your lies.”
“I don't enjoy them!” Where did he get that idea? I say what I need to. Okay, maybe I say what I want to, but he doesn’t have to call me out. “And they're fibs.”
“Babe,” he says, and dammit, why is it so hot when he calls me that?
Yesterday, I thought it was all an act, but there’s no one else here but me. He’s saying it because he wants to, and not for show.