Tied-up Deputy: Book 2 (Deputy Series) Page 5

  I pushed off his cock as much as I could, but he forcefully yanked me back onto his cock. He pushed in and pulled out, thrusted in and out, in and out, till I lost count of the deep, hard thrusting from his big cock. My pussy tried to get wet, but I just wasn’t feeling any pleasure from this quick possession. I tried to push my right hand down to my clit, to rub some desire into my aching pussy, but he would have none of that. Gabriel snatched my hand back and out of the way just as my fingertips touched the small slit at the top of my bare pussy.

  He pulled my other hand out from underneath my pillow and held both my wrists in his huge right hand. I tried to twist free from the painful clamp of this hand at the top of my head. He’d not have any of that and yanked me hard up tighter to his chest. He was contented for some reason, I could feel the yearning coming out of his skin. He pulled my left leg up over his left hip, and dragged my body up deeper onto his cock.

  Dear God, the depth of that one move! My pussy was so dry and red it was burning with the painful thrusting from his dick. In and out, in and out, he moved like an animal mating in the wild. I moaned from the force, the pain, my pussy was trying to get wet, it just barely was moist now. It didn’t seem to matter if I was wet or dry to him.

  Gabriel dragged and pulled me so many times off and on, off and on his huge nine-inch cock till I lost count. My body was drained, sore and hadn’t woke up enough to handle this quick fucking. His groans fell loudly into my left ear, he started to suck and bite on my bared neck. His bites getting harder and harder with each pull of his mouth. Once he stopped sucking and biting on my neck, and licked and sucked on my left ear. The licks sending small wisps of desire to my clenching pussy.

  Now my pussy was getting excited. It just had started to get some dampness in the deep tightening depths. His cock slid much easier, although still too tight, through the walls of my pussy. I still tried to yank or wiggle away, just an inch, to relieve that tight pressure between my own legs. He’s have none of that. He firmly put a lockdown on any movement on my part.

  He held my left leg too tightly, I’d have bruises tomorrow. He grunted, groaned, as he released my aching neck to loudly groan into the blackness of my small bedroom. My bed frame shook with the force of his thrusts as he pushed and pulled into my pussy. I just wasn’t there yet to cum. It didn’t seem to affect his driving need to cum inside my body.

  “Ahhh,” I heard exclaimed in my hair.

  Then I felt the hard jets of his cum as he splashed deep into the walls of my strained pussy. He thrust a few more times, still finding his release, as I lay there restrained by his hands. Finally, he released my arms above my head, and I moved them down to my waist. God, my shoulders ached. I tried to move my left leg off his waist and hip but he wouldn’t let me go. I was still clamped on his very, very hard cock.

  I lay quiet and still for a few minutes, thinking he didn’t want to hurt me by pulling out hard. He’d shrink in a minute, I thought. I moved as much as I could, trying to relieve that god-awful burn of still being stretched wide around his hard cock. He let me lift off an inch, but no more. I was still held firmly onto his cock.

  “Let me go,” I whispered into the darkness.

  “No. I’m not done with you yet,” he replied.

  My thoughts were a jumbled mess. What did he mean he wasn’t done with me yet? My pussy couldn’t take anymore! It was sore. I closed my eyes, I could really go back to sleep. My pussy tightened on the cock still buried inside my pussy. Now it was leaking, but only due to his large deposit of cum. I could feel the small drips that leaked down onto my right butt cheek. The fine hairs at his groin and his balls were now wet with our mixed body fluids.

  The scent of sex filled the night air in my bedroom. I wanted to go to the bathroom. I tried to pull lose from his arms. Gabriel wouldn’t let me go. His muscled arms held me tight in his wicked embrace. I wiggled and I squirmed trying to yank free from his tight hold on my body. He wouldn’t let me go.

  “Please!” I begged.

  Mere moments after I begged to be released, without any clue, he flipped me onto my stomach. At the same time, moving my hips up into the air and pushing my head down onto the spot where he had laid. His cock still was buried deep into my pussy. He pushed my legs wider, and fit his muscled thighs into the spot he made. Pushing his damp, hardened cock deeper into my well-used pussy.

  I let out a huge groan of pain as that cock sunk deeper into the snug walls of my sore cunt. He began thrusting with a deep and hard movement, pulling all the way out to the outer walls of my pussy and then slamming back deep inside. Slapping sounds could be heard in the dark room as his balls slapped against my ass. I felt something cold, wet at the crack of my ass. I tensed.

  His large thumb circled there at the opening of my tight ass. I heard him spit in the darkness, then felt the drip of that spit as it ran into the crack of my ass onto his thumb. He drew small circles around and around the hole while at the same time never missing a thrust into my pussy. I moaned. I reached my right hand back to his wandering thumb and tried to push him away.

  “No!” I exclaimed barely able to speak from the hardness of his pounding.

  He didn’t care, it was obvious, as he moved my hand out his way. He pushed his thumb deep into my ass, I groaned from the painful entry. My pussy was stretched from the nine-inch cock and now I had a huge thumb in my ass. He started to thrust in time with that awful thumb in my ass. They moved in and out, in and out, cock and thumb.

  I was getting dry from the hard prodding so I reached with my right hand and found my aching clit. Ah, that first touch of my fingertips onto that bud was so good. So, good. I rubbed and swirled my fingers around as much of my pussy as I could reach. My fingers found my filled opening and I traced his cock, wet from our fluids, trailing down to his balls. I cupped his balls gently as much as I could reach as they swayed from the thrusting force of his hips. Back and forth, back and forth, my fingers grasping, caressing, squeezing whenever I could.

  With my fingers helping my pussy to cum, it gripped his cock so much tighter if that possible. That annoying thumb was adding to the tightness. I began to release as he started short, deep thrusts, my pussy clamping down tightly on that hard, wet cock. It was dripping wet now. He groaned loudly behind my ass, his hand gripping my thigh harder, his thumb now thrust deep into my small ass but held still.

  I moaned out a sigh of relief because I had thought he was going to fuck me in the ass when he’d first flipped me over. My pussy was coming down from that blissful high after coming on his cock. I felt the first spurts of his hot cum as it hit the walls of my pussy. He pulled out half way, then sunk back in deep, deeper. Groaning, moaning coming from his throat. I felt the tension leave my small, used asshole as he pulled his huge thumb out.

  “Ooo…” I moaned softly into the pillow where his head had laid. It smelled like him.

  Relief was sort lived for me, as no sooner than those feelings and thoughts flashed before my head, I felt him withdrawing from my well used pussy. The cum that he’d deposited there leaked out, I could feel him rubbing his cock head on the drippings. Then without any tender words or touches his huge cock was at the opening to my ass.

  “No!” I screamed. I tried to pull away, he held me too tightly.

  That first pressure of his cockhead at the used opening to my ass burned. I felt him holding his huge nine-inch cock steady, as he pushed into the opening of my ass. That first inch, tears came to my eyes, the burning, the pain, the stretching. He spits onto his cock as he sank deeper and deeper into the tight space of my small ass. I was quenching my eyes so hard tears were there. My hands clawed at the sheets underneath my wet and used body.

  Gabriel pulled backwards from my ass, but not enough to help the painful feelings, as he forced more of his cock into my ass. Maybe four inches are inside my tight, small ass. He begins to thrust slowly in and out, in and out, I hear him groan. I moan from the pain; my pussy is leaking out and down onto his balls. His balls are hitting
my clit just right, I may come again. This feeling of fullness, I’ve never felt so full. He hits a deep spot and I grimace from the slight pain. He speeds up, faster, never pushing more than four or five inches of his cock into my ass. It must be enough of what he needs, as I feel every spurt of his hot cum splash the insides of my ass. He moans so loudly it must have been good for him. My ass is on fire, the cum helps to soothe the aching.

  He pulls out slowly, and I roll over to my side of the bed onto my back. I feel him plop down on the opposite side of the bed. I’m too tired. Too sore to care. I feel used. I’m worn out. My eyes close and I think I feel covers being pulled over me. I’m too tired to care, too sore, too sticky.

  I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  I hear a noise like a zipper, and I slowly, slowly open my eyes to the morning sunlight. I rollover to the opposite side of my queen-sized bed, and I see Gabriel zipping up his pants. He looks roguishly handsome, especially first thing in the morning. I blush from all the hot sex we enjoyed last night. He must have felt my wondering gaze as he glanced up to the bed. To me laying there, my hair a tangled mess, sleepy, sore, sticky with his cum, and baring the marks of his claim.

  He doesn’t say anything. He continues dressing, putting his gun where he had it, and picking up his cell phone and truck keys. He starts walking to my bedroom door, but before he pulls it open. I pull myself up onto my elbow, and just stare at him. The pain pouring from my body.

  “Are you just walking out without even a good-bye?” I ask him. The pain in my voice I cannot hide. After all, why hide it?

  He doesn’t reply. He just looks over at me, his face showing no emotion. Pulls open the bedroom door and walks out the door. I hear my front door open and close. I lay back down slowly, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, that awful sound of his truck cranking outside pushes me over the edge. I can’t stop the sobs that wretch through my aching body.

  Why does he just walk away? Why? Is it me? He’s not the regular sort of man I hang out around. He’s different. I can’t control my crying, so I just pull the sex scented covers over my head, curl into a ball and cry myself back to sleep.

  Chapter 6

  Weeks later

  I’ve pulled myself together, if you can call it that, I look bright and carefree but deep down inside I’m a crumbled mess. It’s been weeks since that erotic night between Gabriel and myself. He texted me a quick message days later, asking if I was alright. I kept it short and sweet in my reply. This explosion of sexual need between us didn’t have a name. I didn’t really know for sure if I wanted more. Did I?

  I’m at the local gas station, the one I like, pumping gas into my car when a patrol car pulls into the opposite side gas pump from where I am. I’m sort of jumpy, more than usual whenever I see a deputy’s car. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing. I don’t want gas to pour all my sandals and legs. I hate smelling like gas. It makes my car smell, and then it takes forever it seems like to get that awful smell out of the car.

  I put the handle back in the spot it belongs, and select yes for a receipt. As it prints out, I glance up to the back of the pump, and the deputy gets out of his car. That’s when I notice the number on the back fender, at the same time, in the corner of my eye also see the deputy’s golden hair as he steps out of his car. Oh, crap, I moan. It’s Gabriel. And, Dear God, help me! There is just something about that man when he’s in his deputy uniform.

  It’s probably a good thing I’m wearing panties today. I clench my thighs together. He stands up and turns, his robin-blue eyes have that hawkish stare in them. He contacts with my gaze, and my heart does a mini-flip inside my chest. Flashes of that last night between us play in my mind. The painful aftermath of him just walking out without saying anything, hits me in the gut, painfully hard. I want to go up to him and slap the piss out of him. But I don’t…

  He slams his door shut, I hear the click, I reach up and take my receipt. I open my car door and reach for my purse. I put the receipt inside before I lose the thing. I sense a shadow behind me, and I pull my body out of my car. Standing behind me is Gabriel. Some of the other people pumping gas, walking inside the gas station, are looking our way. I can feel their stares.

  “Dawn? How are you?” The handsome deputy asks.

  I want to shake him, kick him, yell at him so badly, but I don’t. Southern girls are known to lose their tempers. I try very hard to control mine. It’s not easy. Especially in this moment. At this exact second. The emotions I’m holding in want to explode. I answer him in a very snotty voice, “I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I?”

  He lets out a long sigh, and I see he’s disturbed about something. Me? Us? Just what has this deputy all worked up, I wonder. “You don’t have to be this way.” He tells me.

  “Why am I this way?” I say loudly, too loudly for this small space between us. He’s about what, oh a foot away from me. My voice echoes throughout the concrete parking lot. I can’t stop the sentences, heart-stabbing ones at that, from spilling out. “Oh ---- let me see…I get pulled over by a cocky deputy that also happens to be an asshole. With me so far?” I rant. He starts to reply, but I keep going. “Who fucks me so hard I can’t walk. Then has to gall to fuck me numerous times and just walk the hell away…without a word.”

  “Now, Dawn,” he begins, his voice commanding in its tone.

  “Don’t you Dawn me,” I yell now. Screw if people can hear us, I’m past shutting up. “You’re one cold hearted bastard!”

  “Are you threatening a deputy in public?” Deputy Gabriel questions.

  “Screw yourself,” I mutter. I’m pass caring.

  He walks towards me closer, only stopping when he’s inches from my body. I can smell his scent, feel the warmth from his muscled body, see the hot gaze behind his eyes; oops, have I made the deputy mad? Bad Dawn, I smile. He snatches my left elbow in his large right hand, pulling me closer to his body, I’m up against his chest. His gun and his badge are sticking me.

  “Don’t push me,” he groans out. “You will not like the outcome.”

  “Go fuck yourself,” I snap.

  “Last warning,” he orders me as he lets me go, probably because people are watching us now. Turns and walks to the gas pump to start pumping gas.

  I turn and start to get in my car, I stop for a second, wanting I don’t know what. I continue getting in my car, putting my seatbelt on, and cranking my car. I go to pull my driver’s door closed, when I feel a tug, look up Gabriel’s got his hand on my door. Imagines of that first traffic stop in August, pour across my mind, my panties become damp. This man has that effect on me and I don’t know why.

  “Meet me later,” he orders, or is he asking me. His eyes don’t say anything, his voice is still in demanding mode. Part of the job, I guess.

  I think about it, should I? I want to have closure between us. I’m not sure if that will happen. I can still feel the nip of his lips on my neck, the hot thrusting of his huge cock inside my pussy, the touch of his large hands forcing me to take his possession. I can’t really think sitting here in my car; he’s large, and so damn sexy. I wanted to do so many things to this man. Nasty things.

  “Where?”

  “I’ll text you later the address,” he informs he and walks away.

  I pull my car door closed, put the car in drive, and pull away. He’s looking out towards the highway, and I can’t help to wonder what is racing through his mind. Is he thinking about us? Does he even think about me? What’s his motive this time? Too many questions are running through my mind. I try to clear my head since I’m driving. I head for home, to calm down, so I can finally get to the bottom of “us”.

  It’s time for closure one way or another. Whatever this thing is between the two of us it must stop. I haven’t been on a date since August. It’s hard to get to know someone else when all your thoughts are about a blond, muscled, sexy man in uniform. One who makes your body feel like its overflowing with lava. Makes you think you’re losing your mind. So, yes, it’s
time to close this chapter.

  I spent my afternoon preparing my body for my interlude with the sexy Deputy that has taken over my thoughts and desires. A nice long bubble bath, shaved in all the necessary places, and just relaxed with a few glasses of white wine. I also decided to pack a few adult toys in my purse. It was hard to pick an outfit. I decided on a nice purple silky dress, with panty hose and some black three-inch heels. A large silver handbag contained everything I’d need for the night.

  It was much later in the afternoon, after 6:00 p.m. when the text from Gabriel showed up. He asked if I wanted to eat dinner. I thought about it, and decided why not? So, I replied yes. He then asked if I minded driving to meet him. That worked into my plans so sure. I agreed to meet him in town at a popular steak restaurant. It was known for melt-in-your-mouth sweet potatoes, steaks, and hot, fresh baked rolls. My stomach was rolling with the sensual need to finally complete this complexed situation between the two of us. But first why not just enjoy a dinner? There was still so much about the man I did not know. I pondered if I really wanted to know more, or leave this like it was. Scorching hot but empty.

  I arrived on time at the agreed upon time, I parked by his tall black truck, and he got out as soon as I parked. He was the perfect gentleman, which surprised me, by walking to my side and opening the door for me. I looked up at him and he was dressed simply. Dark blue jeans, blue button up short-sleeved shirt, and brown boots. He looked so yummy!

  “Dawn. You look very nice tonight,” he said.

  “Thank you.”