Christmas with the Sheriff (The Fiore Family 3)

Sliding one hand around her waist, I grip her hair and pull her head back to look up at me. “You’re mine, Mia. I want you to understand that,” I growl against her ear. Mia nods, smiling as she slides her slender fingers up my bare chest. Then she tugs herself free of my grip so she can place kisses along my neck.

“It’s not like you didn’t already pick me up from the store.”

“You’re right. I got you then, and I’m not letting you go. I’ll even share my eggnog with you.”

“You better, or that’s grounds for release.”

“The only release you’ll get is going to come from between your legs.”

“It’s the only one I want. Now give it to me, Sheriff. My pussy’s been locked up tight long enough.”

She’s going to make me come before I get inside of her. I spin her around, bend her over the bed, and swat her ass once. “Don’t tell me what to do, woman. You’re in trouble.”

“For what?”

“Making me jealous, threatening to leave me, and intentionally teasing me with your hot pussy while we danced in the street.”

“Damn, okay. I’m just racking up those offenses.”

“Damn right you are. Now—knees on the bed. I’m going to eat your pussy, and then I’m going to fuck it nice and hard until you understand that I can’t tolerate you committing such crimes against me.” I press my hand to her back and push her upper body down with her ass in the air. Fuck, my dick jerks, pre-cum coating the head, so I give it a squeeze to calm that bastard down—no can do because her pink coin-slot slit is glistening right at me.

I move in, dropping my head and licking her right down the middle, tasting her sticky sweetness. “Fuck, so damn good.” Sliding one finger into her, I glide my tongue up and down, loving the way she squirms and pushes back, searching for relief. And I’m going to give it to her, but first, I want to enjoy my meal.

“Mark, I’m going to…”

“What,” I say, voice muffled through her soaked flesh.

“I’m coming,” she screams, and I feel the sweet gush of her juices all over my face. I bite her ass and then swat the other cheek before standing. Turning her around and pressing her back down on the bed, I climb up onto the mattress. My fingers tease her slit, feeling her juices coat them.

“I think you’re ready for me now. So sloppy wet like I want you.” I press the head of my cock at her entrance, watching it disappear between her silky folds. Closing my eyes, a groan rips through my chest as I settle deep inside her tight pussy. Gripping her legs, I hold them up against my chest and pump into her.

She grabs her breasts, squeezing them and drawing my attention to her needs. I part her legs and fall between them, sending my cock deeper within her vise-grip walls and take her mouth in a quick kiss before dragging my lips down to her tits that deserve my care. They’re so large and soft, ripe for my touch. I suck on them, enjoying every ounce of pleasure it brings both of us as I continue to slowly work in and out of her womb.

Mia’s hands dig into my hair, pulling up for a kiss and then I lose control, beating faster and faster into her pussy. She pants and moans as we grind together. “Fuck—you need to come, babe, because I’m about to come.”

I reach between us and strum her clit, sending her over the edge. I squirt streams of cum into her depths, marking her womb where it fucking belongs. My mouth crushes hers again. When I pull back, she lets out an adorable yawn. “It’s time for bed, babe.” I kiss her nose and then gently pull out and adjust us in bed.

“I’m going to miss you,” I whisper, cradling her in my arms.

“Miss me?” she gasps, suddenly fully awake.

“Yes, I work tomorrow.”

“Oh. Yeah. Duh. And I’m going home to go see my brother for a bit.”

“I’ll be back in a couple of days to pick you up.”

“Yes, that’s perfect, Sheriff Stone.” She kisses my chest and snuggles in close. I don’t want to close my eyes because the morning will come sooner.

****

I walk into the sheriff’s office, passing by my staff who all have anxious looks on their faces. “What’s going on?”

“Sir. Chief Rosen is waiting for you in your office.” Shit. The fire chief is here? A bad feeling washes over me.

“Hey, Chip, what can I do you for?”

“Hey, Mark. I have a problem. The fire at the Miller’s farm was arson.”

“Shit. Are you sure?” He frowns. “Of course you’re sure. Do you have any suspects?”

“No. The Millers don’t have any enemies, but we had two new people in town that night.”