Scorched by a Deputy (The Deputy Series Book 3)

by Dawn Marie

  My body said something totally different. It still wanted him! It wanted to feel his touch, his kiss, and only his. His heat. As I held my arms wrapped around my stomach, my fingernails dug deeply into my hips. I didn’t want to give him another chance to hurt me.

  Use me.

  Discard me.

  But he didn’t lie to me about just fucking me raw and dirty and then leaving me. Did he? In that regard he was honest. It was my stupid mistake to believe I could change such a hardened and dangerous man such as he. He was just too hard-core for me. Can I change him? Do I want to? It’s a hard answer…yes and no.

  “Dawn, I just want to talk to you,” he told me softly. “Will you let me talk to you?”

  “I don’t know,” I honestly whispered with a broken voice.

  “Please,” he hoarsely asked.

  I looked at him and in that instant, I knew I had to hear what he had to tell me. I had to listen to him. No matter how much my heart was clinched in pain. No matter how much I wanted to run to him and hold him tightly. To kiss him. To make all his pain go away. To make all my pain go away. Could he make my pain go away? Or, was he going to freaking break my heart into a hundred pieces? I didn’t know. I just knew I had to hear what he wanted to tell me.

  I sat down on my love seat facing the couch. He took that clue and sat down on the couch facing me. His big hands clasped in the center of his lap. His eyes were dour with emotions as they looked at me. I was anxious. I wanted to dress in something more…pants? But I didn’t want to break this mood between us so I stayed seated in my silk nightie. Exposed and fragile before his eyes.

  As I looked over at Dyane seated on my couch, so many thoughts meandered through my mind. What exactly had brought this tough deputy back to my door? What had enticed the man to want to talk to me? Was it just sex? Did he feel something for me? Did I get to him?

  I can only sit and wonder…

  Sit and want to suck him dry…

  Sit.

  Wet and aching waiting for him to speak.

  Chapter 11

  I was waiting as patiently as I could for Dyane Nelson, or should I say, Deputy Dyane Nelson to speak to me. He continued to sit on my couch, silent, staring at me. I was starting to get uncomfortable. I wanted to get up and run to my room and change into something less provocative. A red silk nightie without panties wasn’t a good outfit to have on when wanting to have an important conversation. Was it?

  “Well,” I couldn’t wait any longer. “What do you want to talk about?” I asked him. This waiting for him to speak first was getting to me. Making me nervous and anxious. I clinched my thighs together to keep the dirty thoughts away.

  “Dawn,” he started in a quiet country drawl that could only belong to him. “I want to explain the other night.”

  “Explain what exactly?” I yelled. I could not stop my emotions from coming to light.

  “Let me explain!” he tried to cut me off with his authoritative voice. His work voice. I hate that tone of voice. I hate that mode he goes into.

  “That you’re an asshole,” I threw out in a loud shaky voice. I could not hold back my emotions, my hurt, my anger any longer towards this man.

  “Yes, I’m an asshole,” he responded. “But I told you that from the beginning.”

  “I’m sorry I did not believe you,”

  “I figured that much,” he replied quickly. His eyes showed symphony. I did not want his symphony. I wanted something more.

  “I wasn’t prepared for what happened between us,” I stated truthfully. My eyes showing the discomfort inside my heart.

  “I shouldn’t have taken things that far,” his eyes blazing with the heat of that last night between us, the huskiness of his voice showing the emotions he was keeping hidden.

  “Why not?” The question hanging between us.

  “Damnit,” he angrily responded. “You aren’t cut-out to handle a man like me!”

  I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. I rubbed my smooth legs with the palms of both hands, feeling the softness of my skin, feeling the beginning drops of wetness leave my body. He couldn’t be serious. Could he? I felt the tips of my nipples hardened into hard little nubs right before his eyes.

  “I think…” slowly my voice edged onward with the hint of desire. “I handled you just fine. Don’t you remember?”

  My eyes, my body were daring him to deny it. Deny that my body wasn’t made to except his. Deny the passion that blazed between us. The spark of ecstasy that was just there out of reach for both us. Obtainable if only we worked together to reach it. Which we could…

  “Oh…” he groaned his voice husky with need. “I remember just fine. That’s the whole damn problem.”

  His hands were now clutching his knees, his legs spread wide. I looked at him and wondered again what I saw in him. Then I asked myself that again. What did I see in him? He was an asshole. But also…

  Cocky.

  Passionate.

  Charming.

  Handsome.

  Raw.

  Honest.

  And mine for the taking…

  Question is…do I want to take him?

  Do I want to claim this man? Do I want to try to get to know more about this man? Does this man want to know more about me? Does he only want sex? Can he have a relationship? Can he even understand what I’m going through? Does he care?

  As those questions and more dance around inside my head, my eyes devour him. I want to consume him. I want him to feel the rawness of the passion between us. Me and him. Him and me. I want him to have me imprinted on his body and soul. I want this man to want me.

  Only me.

  Therefore…

  Sometimes a girl must take matters into her own hands. Go after her goals herself. Feel me…you’d do the same, right?

  As I look over at him sitting on my couch, with me on my loveseat leaving a very wet spot I’m sure, I decide in that second to go after what I want. And, I want him. I see it in his eyes. He wants me also. He’s just fighting it. Denying that he wants me. Fighting the urge to take me again. I don’t know why men do that. Deny what they feel or want. He wants to do just that very thing. Take me. His cock is hard under his zipper.

  I see it. I want it. I want him. Again.

  Again…

  Again.

  And again…

  Forever if he’d let me…

  But I’ll take what I can get. At least for now.

  I stand up and walk very, very slowly towards him. His eyes eat me up. I’m surprised I’m not on fire. Oh, wait…Yes, I am. Or, at least my pussy is. It’s ready for his big eight-inch cock. But it’s going to have to wait. I want to worship his cock…show him just how much I want him. Show him he doesn’t need to deny his wants.

  As I stand right there between his spread legs, my knees touching his kneecaps, the roughness of his jeans scaping my smooth skin. I swallow with the dirty yearnings going through my thoughts. He’s giving me a heated stare that says don’t do this. But I don’t take orders very well. It’s better to show him.

  “Dawn…” he starts. I don’t let him finish his sentence.

  “Unzip your jeans,” I order in a firm voice. My eyes blazing with need.

  “Don’t go - “

  “You heard me,” I snap. “Unzip your damn jeans!”

  My eyes blaze with the wish for him to follow my orders. I let my fingertips gently glaze my clit, then sink softly down to the lips of my wet pussy. He watches me as I circle my pussy, then bring my fingertips up to my lips and taste myself. He groans. I hear him loudly, and I moan softly. He’s watching me with an expanded sigh of longing.

  I didn’t think I could get any warmer. I was wrong.

  Dyane did as I ordered. He slowly with his glaring eyes never leaving my own, unzipped his jeans. He was not wearing underwear. Bad boy, I thought. His cock was hard to my gaze, laying there leaking against his inner thigh, nestled in black curly hair. Oh, he did want me! His cock was leaking the proof. My pussy gus
hed with the knowledge.

  “No touching.” I ordered him. My eyes saying, I meant business.

  Kneeling between his spread legs, I took the opened front of his jeans and pulled them down to pass his knees. He lifted when I needed him too without asking. Once he was bare to my eyes and touch, I swallowed with all the emotions I was holding back. God, his cock was beautiful. Can a cock be beautiful? Yes. Oh, yes.

  Pre-cum was dampening his lower stomach, the head of his cock dark red like a ripened plum and making me want to taste it. Lick it. Suck it. Oh, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bent my mouth towards the head of his wet eight-inch cock. The need clawing at my insides to taste him. To make his cock mine. Worship on it as only a woman in the deepest thrones of desire can do.

  As I got an inch away from his cock, I could smell his scent. The manly scent that belonged to him. Earthy. Sweet. I flicked the tip of my tongue out to lick the pre-cum off his cock. That first lick…heaven. He tasted like pineapple. I heard him groan, and felt his hands coming up to clutch my hair. Oh, no…none of that.

  I removed his hands with mine, and placed them beside him on my couch. I looked up at him, and reminded, “No touching.”

  “Dawn…” a threat, a moan, a groan…very hard to tell. It didn’t matter which one anyway.

  Deputy Sheriff Dyane Nelson was getting his cock sucked whether he wanted it or not.

  With thoughts of his sweet cock I bent my head back to licking on his cock. The plum-shaped head got more than a dozen flicks of my tongue. With my right hand, I gripped his large cock in my small hand, my left hand going to his soft balls to caresses them gently, as my wet little mouth sucked at his cock. Nipping and sucking all down and up his cock I made sure it was soaked with my mouth.

  Dyane kept his hands on the couch, as he groaned loudly. I peaked at him, his head thrown back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed, he was letting me suck his cock but he was fighting the feelings. No! No. Can’t have that…I clasped his cock firmly with my right hand, as my mouth opened wide and sank downward onto his cock. Sucking a good four inches down my throat, my tongue swirling around and around licking every inch of his beautiful cock.

  “God…” he groaned loudly.

  I took that as he was liking my efforts on his rigid eight-inch cock. I speeded up my efforts to suck him dry. As I licked and sucked, up and down, up and down, on his cock, I fought myself on wanting to swallow his cum or ride his cock. It was a hard decision. My pussy was soaking wet with passion. I wanted him to sink his cock deeply inside my wet pussy.

  I also wanted to suck him dry very badly. Therefore, it was a hard decision on what to do with Dyane’s cock.

  With a hard suck, I came up for air. Swallowing I gazed at him with longing, he opened his eyes and I knew I had to swallow his cum. I had to make him see he didn’t need to fight his desires. I was made for him. We were meant for each other. He just had to accept it. Let go of his desires and fly.

  Closing my eyes, I bent my head back to his wet cock. My mouth sucking harder and licking faster on his cock. I pushed myself over my own comfort levels and pushed his huge cock down the back of my throat as deeply as I could handle. I heard him groan loudly, felt both his large hands come to grasp me by my hair, but I wasn’t stopping to tell him no. I kept sucking, kept pushing up and down, deeper and deeper into the back of my throat.

  His cock was so hard! Firm and wet from my mouth sucking and licking. I gasped for a huge breath as the plum-shaped head released with a huge pop from my mouth. Quickly I was back licking, sucking, pushing his eight-cock into the depths of my mouth. His hands were pulling my hair, almost painful, his grunts almost painful in their sounds, and I knew he needed this from me. He needed this release.

  He needed to release his cum deep into my throat. I wanted to swallow every drop. Suck his balls dry.

  My left hand rubbed those huge balls of his as I sucked him deeper, harder down the back of my throat. My mouth was tired, my throat raw but I kept sucking. My tongue found the tip of his penis and circled, circled, sucked on his cock. Soon he was pushing up into my mouth, deeper into the back of my throat. His large hands now forcing my head down harder onto his cock. This wasn’t his show I had to remind him, so I stopped rubbing his balls with my left hand and pinched him hard on his left inside thigh.

  He got the hint, with an ouch, and just gripped me lightly as I did the thrusting on his cock. Sucking and licking I picked up the pace, pushing the head of his cock as deep as I could take it. I felt the swelling and heard his moans of pleasure as spirt after spirt of his hot, sweet cum gushed into the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop. I stayed there until nothing else was released. Popping off the head of his hard cock with a loud pop, licking softly at the head, cleaning every inch.

  I looked up at him, tired, my mouth red and sore. He gazed at me with emotions I couldn’t name right then. The passion between us was still so hot. I was leaking and so needy. I wanted to feel his cock sink into my pussy. He must have known. As he pulled me from knees up onto his lap. I spread my legs around his waist, my wet bare pussy finding his wet, harden cock.

  Dyane’s eyes blazed with fire as they scored me bare. It’s as he knew how much I needed to feel his cock. Feel his hands touching me. Feel his kisses, as his head bent with those wicked lips of his and he kissed me hard. His tongue sinking deep inside my mouth, moaning, both of us, we deepen the kiss. I couldn’t help to rub my clit, sloppy wet, onto the head of his cock.

  Dear God! It felt so good. Silk on silk…

  Pulling back from his kiss, I gasped for air. My lips were so sore. I needed my pussy sore. I needed to fill his cock claim my pussy again. With his hands on my hips he pulled me up, and I felt him position his cock to the opening of my pussy. My blue eyes locked with his navy-blues and nothing but desire sparkled in return. My heart pounded inside my chest, the feelings almost making me cry.

  “Do you want me?” I whispered. My voice tender with passion.

  “God – yes!” Dyane groaned.

  His hands pushing me downwards onto his hard cock. My pussy opened to his cock like it knew he was home. It was almost perfect. Too perfect. As my pussy clinched around his hard cock, I was amazed he was still hard. I lifted and sunk back down. My bare pussy sinking to the base of his cock, the hairs at his groin caressing my ass, his hot balls touching my ass-cheeks, the feelings too much to hold in. I groaned with the desires of wanting all of him. Needing him…

  He briskly kissed my neck, my shoulders, his hands rubbing my back and hips. I began to move up and down, thrusting hard, then softly, grinding on his cock. I took want I needed and he let me. He helped me. I laid my head onto his right shoulder, nipped his neck, licked his neck and shoulder, my smalls hands gripping his large forceps as we moved together as one.

  A tear-drop leaked down the corner of my right eye as I didn’t want this to end. I was close to a climax and it felt like heaven. I didn’t want this to end. This was totally different than that first night between us. This was – making love. Nothing like the dirty and raw fucking he gave me that first night. This was so, so much more. Something I knew I wanted to feel with this man. Only this man…

  As that thought danced through my mind, the walls of my pussy gripped his cock hard and oozed all over his cock with the proof of its desire. A scorching desire that couldn’t be missed. It was felt by both of us and he groaned loudly into my ear. As his cock for the second time this night, spurted huge amounts of cum from his hard cock. This time though, deep into the wet depths of my pussy. My pussy welcoming every drop.

  Dyane clutched me tightly to his chest, his heartbeat echoing with mine, my forehead lying on his right shoulder. Those muscled arms of his hugged me to him as if he didn’t want to let me go. Did he? I know I didn’t want to leave his arms. His warmth, his scent, his taste, his cum, and his warm, softening cock surrounding me.

  As I breathed in his manly, scent now mixed with my sweet-flowery scent, I wondered what was next. W
hat next? My heart had suddenly, almost too quickly, bonded with his man. And I wasn’t sure he felt the same. I wasn’t sure he could love a woman like me. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I couldn’t handle a man like him, but I sure as hell wanted to try. I wanted to love this man so badly my heart hurt with the painful truth.

  I lifted my head from Dyane’s shoulder, looking at him, my blue eyes still softened with desire, and saw things in his eyes that made my body quake.

  This cocky, passionate, honest, raw and hardened man was laid open at this moment. Should I push the questions I wanted to know? Should I wait? What do I tell him? Oh, God… so many questions I wanted to ask. However, I didn’t want this moment between us to end.

  I didn’t…

  And, yet, I did.

  Chapter 12

  “Dyane…” with a trembling voice I spoke. “What now?”

  “I don’t know, Dawn,” he replied softly.

  “Still think I can’t handle a man like yourself?” I questioned. My eyes sparkling with passionate memories.

  “You don’t know what you’re getting into with a man like me,” he irately responded.

  “Explain it,” my eyes telling him I wanted to hear what he had to tell me. I needed to know.

  “My life isn’t a normal one, Dawn,” he sighed, his voice hard. “When I leave every day for work I don’t know if I will see you again that night, the next day, or never. And, that makes life difficult at times. Plus, I’m not relationship material.”

  As his cock softened and slipped from my wet pussy, as I sat on his groin, held in his muscled arms, my heart did ache badly for this man. Dyane was a very handsome man. A cocky, raw, sex-oozing-walking-yummy-heartbreaking-delicious man that I wanted. His admission did hit me in the stomach, and he was right. Something could happen to him, but that did not mean he had to not love. That didn’t mean I could not love him! Support him…