Christmas with the Sheriff (The Fiore Family 3)

“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me that we have a chance together.” I nod my head, rocking my hips up again.

“Keep it up, and I’m going to finish unwrapping my Christmas present.” I skim my hands down his sides, feeling his boxer briefs. “For fighting a fire, you smell so good and are almost completely unwrapped.”

“I went home and showered before coming back so you didn’t have to deal with it.” He moves to stand, and I immediately regret the distraction because he must not be interested in me anymore. Suddenly, I’m on my feet and in his arms.

“Whoa,” I cry out softly before my back hits the mattress.

“What was going on in that pretty head of yours a minute ago? Did you think I was stopping?” I nod, shame filling my expression. “I’ve no intention of stopping unless you tell me to stop. You’re mine, Mia, and I mean that shit. I need to be inside of you, sweet red.”

“Take me, Mark. Fill me up,” I respond, fingers going to his biceps, digging into his taut muscles, wanting his strength and power dominating me.

We kiss and let our hands wander up and down each other, feeling his hard muscles as he cups my breasts. “More, more,” I beg as he plucks on my nipples and then his tongue hits my sensitive skin, sending my back off the bed, bowing for him.

“I’m going to give you everything, baby.” I can barely breathe as his mouth moves from one nipple to the other before trailing a warm, wet path down my stomach until he reaches my panties. “God, I need you so painfully, Mia. I need to taste this sweet slit. You’re going to be a good girl and feed me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, forgetting any nerves because all thoughts are about coming for him. Mark tugs my panties down my legs and brings them to his nose, breathing them in. I close my eyes and blush.

“Open those eyes, Mia. I want you to see how much I need this.” He thrusts my legs apart, dropping onto his stomach as he lifts my thighs over his shoulders. His brown hair falls slightly over his forehead as he bends and takes the first swipe. Thoughts, words, nothing comes to me except pleasure. My nerve endings fire off as he repeatedly assaults my lips with the broadside of his tongue and then his soft lips wrap around my clit. I shoot off, coming without any other stimulation. “Mark, oh my God. I just…fuck…yes.”

“Give it to me, Mia. Let me know how good you like your pussy licked.” His finger pushes inside, stretching my convulsing walls. “So fucking tight.” He pumps it in and out, sucking on my clit again, bringing me back for another round. Slowly he adds another finger and then pulls back, sliding down his boxers. “I need to be inside you now. I can’t wait another minute.”

“I need you,” I’m pleading as another orgasm is ready to burst through me. Mark plants one hand flat on the mattress beside me while his other hand guides his thick length past my slit. I know it’s going to hurt, but I relax and remember that pleasure will come again. He slides his hand to my hip and then thrusts forward, slamming past the remnants of my innocence. It burns and I feel stuffed like a damn turkey, but I take a deep breath as he freezes above me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No, it’s not bad. Please start moving.” I slide my heels up and down the back of his thighs and calves, needing to rebuild that hunger, and it works. My body shakes with urgency that I’m not sure I can handle.

Mark rocks his hips, hands on the bed, bracing me. “You’re mine, Mia. There’s no going back. We’ll figure all this out, but I just can’t let you go.”

“Mark,” I cry out as his words catapult me over and I come hard, squeezing his huge cock.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you shout my name.” He grunts and his head rolls back as he gives me one solid motion, coming with my name on his lips. I don’t know how we lie with his body over mine, but my eyes grow heavy and so does his.

****

The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and morning’s most definitely here. I don’t know how long we slept, but I’m wrapped up tightly in his arms and I don’t want to move.

We didn’t use any protection and I’m sure my family will say we’re rushing this, but I want to be with Mark without a doubt. My heart and soul felt it, and my panic was real last night. Three years ago, I learned that life was too short to waste and that finding someone who makes you want things you’ve only dreamed about is difficult. My cousins taught me valuable lessons in their love for their wives.