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Ryan watched her from the doorway that night when he came home after his shift. She sat on the couch flipping through a magazine, her hair wet from her recent shower. He knew when he sat next to her she’d smell like vanilla, a scent he had come to love. She looked tired and she had dark circles under her eyes from her nightmares.
He hated waiting around like a sitting duck for something to happen, too. He’d rather do the hunting than be hunted any day. He felt helpless, but until they found out for sure if Chico was coming this way, it was a waiting game. If Chico was foolish enough to come here, he was going to pay for all the suffering Lacy was going through, the nightmares and the constant worrying she did over everyone but herself. She was amazingly unselfish and compassionate. She was beautiful inside and out, he discovered. He had to remind himself often how lucky he was that she had forgiven his earlier stupidity. He wanted to tell her he was in love with her but felt nervous. He’d never said those words to any other woman. What if he messed it up?
He sat on the couch next to her playing with her soft, silky hair and kissing her ear and n
eck while she tried to look at her magazine. He inhaled her scent. He smiled, waiting to see how long it would take to distract her from her reading.
“How about we spend all day in St. Clair tomorrow? They have a fall festival going on and we can sightsee and have dinner, play tourists, maybe shop a little.” He kept giving her kisses on her cheeks and nose and neck while he talked, trying to distract her. “I’ll buy you a pumpkin.” He made it sound like a bribe.
Lacy smiled and finally put her magazine down on the coffee table, willing to be distracted. “Oh really, and what do I have to do for this pumpkin, Sheriff?” She looked at him innocently through her lashes, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
He was touching her lips softly with his fingers so she nipped him lightly with her teeth and winked at him.
He laughed out loud. “Oh, I can think of plenty of things you can do, baby.”
He pulled her tank top off and discovered she had no bra on. “Oh oh, I have a frisky girl on my hands.”
“What ya gonna do about it, Sheriff?” she said, looking into his sexy green eyes and seeing them shining with passion. Each and every time they made love it only got better and better.
“Play with my girl, what else?” He removed her panties and felt how wet she was. He laid her down and spread her legs wide, hanging one on the back of the couch, which left her wide open and vulnerable. He stripped his clothes quickly and dove straight for her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit while she moaned with pleasure, tossing her head back and forth in passion.
“You’re driving me crazy, Ryan. It’s unbearable,” she said, putting her hands in his hair and pulling. “It’s too much.” She had never dreamed it was even possible to feel such an explosive passion and live through it.
“Hush, darlin’. This is my playtime,” he answered her without stopping, loving the taste of her cream.
He put his arms around her waist and flipped her over and leaned her over the arm of the couch so her ass was up in the air. It was so soft and smooth and round. He couldn’t resist giving it a quick slap. “Ow.” She laughed, rubbing the spot with her hand. “No fair. I didn’t do anything.”
Her pussy was wet, allowing him to plunge right in. He loved looking at her ass in this position. He gave her ass another squeeze while pumping his cock right into her pussy. “Your ass is amazing, darlin’.”
She shook her head and complained. “It’s too big.”
“Bite your tongue, darlin’. It’s perfect.” He rubbed his finger into her pussy, coating it with her juices, then put it in her little pink hole, moving slowly in and out so she could get used to the sensation of being touched there.
“That feels strange.” It her hurt for a second but her body adjusted to the feeling and then she liked it. It felt forbidden and naughty. He added another finger, and she felt the pinch, but it turned her on more. She’d never had anal sex before, but with Ryan she was willing to try it. She trusted him to make it good for her. “Oh, Ryan, make me forget everything but you!”
Ryan pumped into her fast and hard. She felt his balls hit her ass as he drove into her. Lacy felt the burn and pinch. It was intense and hot but not painful. She whimpered with the sensations she felt, so erotically different than anything she had ever experienced before, so forbidden and naughty. She knew Ryan was giving her time to adjust to the feeling, going in slowly. Lacy heard him groaning with the strain of fighting the urge to slam into her.
“Relax your muscles, darlin’, and push out. If it hurts too much I’ll stop,” he told her. Lacy was so tight but he was determined to give her pleasure before he took his own. Ryan inched in slowly until he felt a pop and was all the way in. “Oh, darlin’, I hope I can last. You are so amazing, Lacy.”
She grabbed the edge of the couch tightly and held on while Ryan grabbed her by her waist and started pumping his cock slowly in and out. It burned slightly but her body soon adjusted to the feeling. She felt full. It was so intense to think of him being in her ass this way, but she was quickly getting accustomed to the feeling and she was learning to like it.
“Are you okay, baby? Want me to stop?” he asked her as he strained to keep it slow and not slam into her hard and fast the way he wanted to. His body was damp with sweat.
“No,” she groaned. “Keep going. It’s starting to feel so awesome and amazing.” She had never been tempted to try anal sex before and she was glad she waited for Ryan. He was taking such care with her.
He pumped into her, picking up the pace. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Lacy was gripping him tightly, milking him hard with her muscles. It was an intense feeling that he loved.
Ryan grabbed Lacy’s hips and started pumping harder and harder. Lacy’s loud moans were turning Ryan on more. He loved pleasing his woman. He reached in front and rubbed his finger back and forth on her clit. She was so wet.
Lacy could feel her orgasm building up, her body was tightening up. She was ready to explode. “Oh God, Ryan, I can’t hold it anymore!”
“Then don’t,” Ryan answered simply. He could feel his own body beginning to burst with passion. “Let go and I’ll catch you, darlin’,” he promised her.
She felt him tighten up and heard him shout her name, then she felt his seed spill in her. She gave in as her own climax exploded and slumped down on the couch, feeling satisfied and replete.
“I’m not sure I can walk,” Lacy whispered. “You are an amazing man, Sheriff.”