Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

bad? Daddy, I don’t think you know how hard you spank! Newsflash, it’s too hard.”

He huffed out a breath. “I can spank harder.”

“No! My poor butt can’t handle it.” She reached back to touch it, hissing at the hot feel. “I’m not going to sit for a week.”

“Slight exaggeration there.”

“No exaggeration. Only true, hard facts.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Goodness. Well, I didn’t know I was dealing with true, hard facts.”

With a sigh, she leaned her face into his chest. “Well, you are.”

“Too bad your bottom is so sore, because I thought we might snuggle on the sofa and watch a movie. But if your bottom is that bad, then you might need to go straight to bed.”

She sat up. “I’m good, Daddy. I’m good!”

“You sure? Wouldn’t want to make you sit on a burning hot bottom.”

“I’m good, Daddy. If it’s sore, I’ll just lie down.”

“Okay then.” He reached over to the coffee table, stopping her from sliding off his lap with an arm around her back. He grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. “Blow.”

“Daddy!” she protested, trying to bat away the tissue. “I can do that.”

“Georgie-girl, let me help. Now be a good girl and blow your nose for Daddy.”

“The things you say,” she muttered.

He set her on her feet and after making sure she was steady, he got up and moved to get the remote. “What would you like? Fairies? Princesses? Trolls?”

“Pirates of the Caribbean!”

He eyed her for a long moment. “That doesn’t seem very appropriate.”

She blew a raspberry at him then stilled in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve never blown a raspberry before.”

“Well, as cute as it was, don’t get into a habit of doing it,” he warned. “Sure? Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“Yep, it’s got everything that’s awesome. Please, Daddy.”

“All right but if you have nightmares from it . . .” he trailed off.

“Yes?”

“I’ll cuddle you all night like I always do.”

Yep. That’s what she thought he was going to say.

Somehow, she ended up lying on top of him on the sofa. He pulled a blanket over her, even though she wasn’t cold since the fire was roaring. The house rattled from the wind outside, but in here she was safe and warm.

Almost too warm.

Ed palmed her hot ass, his fingers pushing between her cheeks, the tips of his fingers close to her puckered entrance.

And it was driving her crazy. Her clit throbbed.

Ask for what you need.

“I need to strip off. I’m too hot.”

“I can take the blanket off,” he offered.

“No, let me.” She pushed herself up so she was straddling his cock. He was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless tank. He was so beautiful. Slowly, she stood, rubbing herself deliberately against his dick.

It was a bit naughty, she knew. But she wanted to torture him. Just a little. She took off her onesie. She was only wearing a pair of cotton panties underneath. And she got rid of those too.

He raised his eyebrows. “That hot, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, climbing back on top of him and settling her head on his chest, her cheek against the beating of his heart.

She loved that sound. She woke up to it every morning. Woke up to him under her, holding her so possessively. How he slept with her on him, she had no idea.

“I love sleeping with you on top of me,” he told her in a husky voice. Whoops, she hadn’t meant to say that out loud. She was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Was there some sort of disease where you just blurted everything you were thinking out?

“Because I know exactly where you are. Safe. In my arms.”

Her heart melted. “Big guy, you sure do know all the right things to say.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted, running his hand up and down her back.

Turning her face around, she laid a kiss at the base of his neck. “Ed?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you. . . . I mean, can we . . .” she let out a deep breath. “I want you to sleep with me,”

“I sleep with you every night.”

She leaned up on her arms. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Can’t say it, Georgie-girl?”

“I’m trying.”

He placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled her up for a kiss. He ran his tongue over her lips. The kiss became quickly hot, stealing her breath and pushing her arousal higher.

“Please, Ed. I’m trying to ask for what I need.”

“I know you are. And I’m proud of you. Normally, you wouldn’t get pleasure after a punishment. But asking for what you need deserves a reward.”

“It does. It really does.”

Sitting up, her legs went to either side of his as he turned so he was facing the TV. She was now sitting on his lap, facing him. “I think we might have to keep watching the movie, though. Wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

“What do you mean? I’ve seen this movie lots. We don’t have to keep watching.”

“But we do. Turn around.”

Turn around? What did he mean? Then he grasped hold of her hips and helped her turn. Somehow she managed it without kneeing him in the face. Or other, more precious areas. Now she was kneeling facing the TV with her back to him. She didn’t get it.

Until he reached around her to play with her nipples. He toyed with them. Twisting them then soothing them with soft brushes of his fingers. Which just added to the torture.

“Ed, more,” she begged.

“You’ll get more when I want you to have more. I’m in charge right now.”

No! That wasn’t fair. She moved her hips up and down, almost without thought. As though she might find some friction for her clit. When that didn’t happen, she decided to act herself and slipped her finger down to her pussy.

Oh. That felt so good.

Then a big hand left her breast, reaching down to grasp hold of her wrist.

“Bad girl. Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Oh shoot. Fudge. She couldn’t touch herself? Actually, part of her was shocked that she had been that